Rosemarie slammed on the brakes. The man froze in the middle of the road. His tall, thin body shuddered at the sound of her tires screeching. He waited for a few breaths his eyes darting around before approaching the car. Brushing his hair out of his face, he inched closer and leaned down to her window.
“Hey!” he said. “You guys going to Tuscaloosa?”
She heard Georgi’s car stop before she answered. “Kind of,” she said through the window. “We’re headed to a place several miles outside of there.”
She heard a car door slam.
“Tuscaloosa is in bad shape. Steer clear of there,” He warned.
Randy cocked his gun and walked toward the man. “Have you been bitten?” he said, aiming the gun at his head.
The man threw up his arms and backed away. “Woah! Take it easy!”