The car sputtered. The gas gauge had dropped its needle to E, and the car was just rolling now. "Shit. Shit shit shit." He stomped the gas pedal. Once. Twice. The third time, practically to the floor. Nothing happened. " Shit. "
Eddie steered the car to the shoulder of the road on its last bit of momentum. When it finally came to a halt, he laid his forehead on the steering wheel. "I'm fucked. I'm so fucked." He was out in the middle of nowhere. He couldn't see another vehicle anywhere nearby.
Unless he wanted to carry everything he had on his back, or leave it all behind, he needed to find some gas. Quickly.
He popped the trunk with the button by his left hand. Then he slipped out the door and closed it silently behind him.
A few shuffling figures marred the thick fog down the road, the way he'd come. They must have been following the noise of his engine. Doing his best to ignore the oncoming monsters, Eddie crept back to the trunk and fished out his siphoning gear – a stained length of tubing and a red plastic gas can. He closed the trunk as quietly as he could and hurried down the road, away from the walkers. There had to be some gas left around here. Some vehicle, somewhere, had to still have gas in it.
He just hoped he could get that far on foot.
His car's engine having gone silent, some of the less persistent walkers seemed to lose interest. They wandered off into the surrounding woods and disappeared. Eddie allowed himself a moment of relief, despite being fully aware that there were still some walkers following him. They were in the far distance, and they moved slowly. If things went well he would able to siphon some gas before they reached him. And in case they got a little too close for comfort, he had his favorite knife in his pocket as well.