Zombie Farm Page 15
by Crisp, M. L.
Darla smiled from ear to ear. Allison smiled back. “So where to?”
“Disneyland!” Darla shouted.
Allison shrugged. “Sounds like a plan.”
After a few hours of driving, they neared a green sign on the side of the road. It read,
NOW LEAVING OKLAHOMA
Allison looked at Darla, grinned, and reached out and tousled her hair. The little girl giggled. Allison put both hands on the steering wheel, fixed her gaze back on the road, and pressed her foot down on the accelerator.