"He's checking the driver. We didn't
know if you were real survivors or another group trying to take the
truck."
"Why would another group want your truck if it has turned over?" Bai
asked.
The girl gave a dry, almost angry laugh. "Because they want everything.
The truck, the supplies, the clothes we're wearing. Doesn't matter if
it's broken. They'll take it anyway."
Yan lowered her crossbow a little without putting it away. "Are there
infected nearby?"
"Some. They came after the crash. We got out through the cargo hatch
before they surrounded the cab. We crawled into the ditch and stayed
there until the knocking seemed safer than shouting." The girl glanced
toward the shed. "We have an old driver with us. His leg is bad. We need
help moving him."
"What's your name?" Yan asked.
"Lin Yue."
"And your brother?"
"Lin Tao. The driver's name is Uncle He." She hesitated, then looked
toward the caravan. "Can we trust you?"
