Just ahead a family of five—mother, father, boy, girl, and white-haired grandmother—were spread beneath a large elm, eating a picnic breakfast of sandwiches and what looked like hot cocoa. They waved cheerily at the Walkers. “Freaks,” Garraty muttered. “What was that?” McVries asked. “I said I want to sit down and have something to eat. Look at those people. Fucking bunch of pigs.”
