Thursday April 23rd, 1:32 - 1:45 a.m. - - David - - On the way to Whitehern
"I suspect there will be, be, be, be, be, be, be plenty of food when we get there, as long, long, long, long as you don't mind feeding from the dead and near dead," David answered.
He wasn't wrong. The closer they got to Whitehern, the more people they found in the streets, wounded, bleeding and wandering dazedly around. It wasn't hard for any of them to feed, except for Angel. He was having difficulty finding anything sexy about women covered in broken glass and blood.