More done than I expected!
And, okay, it was a good trick Ilbrin was using. Shamblers aren’t intelligent but they can figure out how to get to the tasty brains, if given options. Over wasn’t going to happen, and to the right were pointy sticks that a zombie would get hung up on. But to the left, hey! That was clear. So they started going to the left.
Only the left was over the line in the middle of the road, so most of the zombies got pulped as soon as they shambled into it. Only two or three were able to get around the corner in time, and Ilbrin didn’t bother to kill them, or even get off of the trike; he just used the stick to shove them back into ghost-traffic. It was a real interesting operation he had going on there. It was also a gory mess, but then I wasn’t going to be the one cleaning it up.
“What do you do when you’re going the other way?” Wilkinson asked. He had parked on the shoulder and was now looking at the barricade from the other side, which from this angle mostly looked like two Old American hovertrucks put on their sides and fused together. Two pulleys and chains hinted on how the ramp was going to be put back in position. I’ve seen worse anti-zombie measures, although using the Ghost Road was cheating a little.
“Mostly I avoid the wet spots,” said Ilbrin.