‘Stop the van,’ Orla shouted. ‘f**k me, would you just look at that.’
Sam slammed on the brakes. It was still counter-intuitive to stop suddenly in the middle of a once-busy road like this, but before he could say anything, Orla had jumped out of the back and run across the carriageway. Joanne caught his eye in the mirror. ‘I’ll go with her,’ she said.
Orla squeezed through the gap between two rusted wrecks, batting away the flapping hand of a corpse that stretched out through a broken window. The monster strained at its seatbelt restraint, its outstretched fingertips brushing against her. Unbothered, she climbed through a sparse hedge and over a waist-high wooden fence.
‘Orla, hold on,’ Joanne said, but her voice was lost in the noise of the rain. When she finally caught up, Orla was s
