The sun was just beginning to rise over a distant hill, as the hum of a fast moving RV could be heard speeding across a dusty road. The only obstructions were a few deserted vehicles that were easily avoided as the van entered the outskirts of Savanna .
"God damn keith I can' believe we actually made it outta there! Ya know this end of the worl' shit ain't half bad!"
They didn't notice the infected before it was too late. The first few were torn apart by the vans various crude defences, spikes fashioned for the heads of pitchforks and the like but there were simply too many for the RV to handle. Ellis jolted violently in his seat as they collided, exclaiming loudly with shock and pain as the car spiralled out of control.
Blood splattered the windscreen and body parts were flung in different directions.
"Hang in there El! Ah almost got thi-"
A loud thump stopped Keith mid-sentence, as they collided with yet another zombie. Keith hit his head against the steering wheel and went limp; in a panic Ellis reached over and grabbed the steering wheel.
"Damn it Keith! What the hell man!" He screamed, on the verge of tears, pulling the steering wheel as hard as he could to stabilise it. He saw the wall and knew it was too late, he let go of the wheel and shrunk back in his seat, shielding his face with his arms and bracing himself. Glass and dust showered him as the RV collided with the wall
Ellis was stunned from the crash, and his arms were bleeding from a few scratches thanks to the now shattered windscreen. He was woken from his dazed state to the sound of infected shrieking as they ran towards the wreckage. He knew he had to get out, and fast. With adrenaline pumping through his veins, he sat up and thumped Keith in the arm "Keith come on man!" His friend didn't stir. The infected were close now, there roars of anger and anticipation reminding Ellis he had run out of time.
He climbed out through what used to be the windscreen, and turned to Keith, the cold realisation his childhood friend isn't going to make it dawned on him. He looked over to the infected, they were fast – faster than he remembered from the outbreak in his town, and close, he had to act fast.
"Damn it." He said quietly, as he pulled himself off the RV.
His eyes teared up as he ran for a nearby alley. He could hear the infected climbing into the RV as he leaned against a dumpster, sobbing.
"Man Keith. Why didn' you jus' wake up" He said softly to himself. Filled with regret and sorrow for his friend, he stood up from where he sat, battling with himself over whether or not to return for Keith but his sense of survival won once again, and he continued into the alley, away from the RV, away from his friend, unaware of where he is, and terrified of the fact he knew he could very well be dead within the hour.