"I know," Blaine whispered, wondering if any of their plans and dreams could possibly come true now. He doubted that New York was any better off than Lima--probably worse come to think of it. Much worse, considering how many people there were. Did anyone stand a chance?
Blaine held his breath as they drove past the zombie who twisted slightly in their direction as they passed by. Turning to watch, Blaine was disappointed to see the zombie start following them. Sure, they could get away easily in the Navigator, but imagine if there were more than one, and they just kept following?
Mom, dad, where are you?
"Should... should we try to hospital?" Blaine turned back toward Kurt. "Maybe we could just drive around and see if we find their car?"