"We'd better start walking west—out of the city. Maybe we'll find a car or something."
"I don't think we'll find any cars."
He drew her to a halt and looked into her face. "You aren't afraid at all, are you?"
She thought for a moment. "No, I guess I'm not. Not of dying, that is. Dying is a normal thing. But I was afraid of the empty streets—nobody around. That was weird."
"It isn't weird now?"
"Not—not as much."
"I wonder how much time we've got?"
Nora shrugged. "I don't know, but I'm hungry."
"We can fix that. I broke into a restaurant a few blocks back and got myself a sandwich. I think there's still food around. They couldn't take it all with them."
They were on Madison Street and they turned east on the south side of the street. Nora said, "I wonder if there are any other people still here—like us?"