Ben drove down the highway, looking around to see if any of those… things were around. It looked like the road was in fact clear so he continued on his search for some type of water source. The group back at the City was going to be pissed if they found out he didn't find anything. Even though his leg was injured, he could still pull his weight around camp. Amanda was sick while David was barely hanging on to life, what had come of this piece of shit world. He shook his head trying not to think of what would happen if David died… good, old, fragile David. The same David that had saved his life countless times before and after the outbreak had started.
As he concentrated back on the road he saw something in the distance…no, it was someone. Someone in the distance. Ben squinted his eyes at the small objects which got bigger with every movement the car took. Was it the Walkers? Or was it people? He sped up, the car going at probably 80 miles per hour and then he came to a sudden stop, shocked at what he was seeing in front of him. There was a crowd of people, all armed with weapons pointing directly at his car.
A woman walked forward and stared straight into his eyes. "You've got to be fucking with me… you've got a car…"
She walked up carefully towards the car, unsure whether Ben was friendly or not. Ben was as afraid as she was, with all those people pointing their weapons at him and his car. "Ye-yes... we have a car." She petted the car affectionately, as if it were the only one she had seen in years. That would make sense, this shit started years ago.
"We want your car… would you be willing to establish some kind of trade?" The woman was still petting the car, making Ben feel a bit uneasy in his seat. He had to come up with some kind of response, some sort of excuse. Ben turned off the Engine and got out of the car, finally deciding what to do. As he walked out he went to the trunk and opened it up. He carried out a small black bag, dropping it in front of the woman and her crowd of people.
Ben bent down, unwrapping the black bag while the others watched in suspense. They all wanted to know what was in there, and Ben knew it. When he finished unwrapping, what they were waiting for was a tad too much. What the bag revealed was the corpse of a woman, repeatedly shot with torn limbs and a cut deep into her neck. The woman covered her mouth to prevent from vomiting while many of the others did this to.
"Well, there you go. Take the car, come on." Ben nodded at them and took a step back, hauling the bag with him.
The woman was still speechless at what this man was capable of. She was still holding back the vomit, the dead woman's head started to roll right to the spot where she was standing. "What kind of sick bastard are you…" She started to shake as her group approached Ben, their weapons pointing straight at him.
"Kill me… KILL ME NOW!" He yelled out as loud as he could. As soon as he had yelled, it seemed as if he had alerted every Walker for miles around. You could hear the growls and the muffled movements of their feet, charging in their direction, ready to eat. As the Walkers started coming in, the others started running away. Ben now knew that these people were complete idiots, based on how they decided to just leave the car and go on foot to their next destination. He casually walked over to the car and started it up; he drove it in the direction the people were going.
"Those idiots." He smirked as he drove the car at full speed, running into one of the group members. Then he drove over another, smashing their skulls in as if nothing were happening. He left a trail of dead bodies behind him as he drove into the gigantic city of Miami, ready to bash some undead skulls in.