Working as an orderly, Wex saw the waves of patients – more dead than alive, sadly – wash into the hospital until they had to start turning them away.
He was no dummy – had nothing to lose, except . . .
a classic Victory –
none of the gizmos, nothing automated; pure analog, baby. Perfect for a getaway like this.
He mounted his motorcycle and sped off toward the wilderness; he’d lay low for a few days, let it blow over.