She shook her head in dismay at the sight of the logjam of vehicles that covered the bridge.
"You didn't want to use the tunnel," remarked Rath.
"Shut up," she replied.
"Can't stand here forever," he said walking towards the vehicles, "Let's go."
After couple hours of squeezing between the vehicles, Kate remarked, "Can't we speed this up."
"Why? Are you missing an important date?"
"The smell is starting to get unbearable."
"So death bothers you?"
"Listen, don't start getting smugness with me," she snapped, "You brought me along."
"So you're saying that I made a bad decision about you."
Sticking her fingers in her ears and really loudly, repeated, "Lalalalalalalalala!"
Looking over his shoulder, Rath just shook his head at the immature sight and sound of Kate.
Stepping on a bumper, he climbed onto the truck of a car. Stopping her annoying sound, she followed Rath. The roofs of the cars slightly buckled under their weight then popped up after they went to another vehicle. The cars proved easier to use as stepping stones. The trucks were slightly difficult. Basically Rath had to climb from the bed onto the roof and lift Kate up. Again the roof would sink under their combined weight, it would pop up after they left.
Their progress was slowed down by huge wall of wrecked car that was piled up from one end of the bridge to the other end.
"What next?" asked Kate.
"Up and over," he replied starting to climb the wreckage.
When he got to the top, he motioned Kate to follow. She got half way up when he grabbed her hand and helped her up. Then he lowered her down for her to climb the rest of the way. Her feet touched the ground. She had to wait for Rath.
"I'm going to you, Kate," was followed by something grabbing her arm. Screaming turned around in the process got her arm scratched by a piece of metal.
"Ow," she said pulling her arm out the rotting corpse's hand and checking it.
Dropping to the ground, "What happened?" Rath asked checking her arm.
"Backed into that hand," pointing to the out stretched hand, "and it made me jump," she replied, "How is it?"
"Just a scratch, you'll live," he said letting go of her arm, "Is that it?"
"Should there be anything else?"
"Guess not," climbing into the bed of a red pick up, "Lets finish this."
The sun was slowly sitting by the time they reached the end of the bridge. A huge log jam of vehicles was in front of a road block. It seemed some people got through then were gunned down.
Staring at this, "Why did they do this?"
"Must've been quarantine."
"They tried quarantining a city?"
"It seems the flue became a plague," he remarked walking, "We're losing light lets go."
They walked past the empty guard post.