Chapter 5 is HERE:
Riding over to within a foot of the wall, I said, “The house looks lived in; how dangerous can it be to say hello? Could be the owner might even have information we could use; he may even have some fresh water?”
“Don’t touch the…”
Larry’s warning came at the same time my tire touched the gate and the temperature dropped as if we’d stepped inside a meat locker. Seconds later the rank smell of a meat locker blew over the wall and our bikes quit running.
