As the dust from Melanie's car settles, the zombie horde disperses. There is, however, some life left in the housing estate from which the horde appeared. As Hayden Robertson, a tough, hard-as-nails woman, bursts down a door. She scours the rooms in the houses, searching for both survivors and weaponry. She yields two pistols, held in a holster wrapped around her waist. Coming from a background where her Father is a state champion and shooting, and her Mother renowned for her domestic skills, Hayden has the best of both worlds. But this is often overlooked due to her hard exterior. From the distance, Hayden hears a wailing of desperation. She jerks her head towards the sound, lightly travelling towards it. She creaks open an already damaged door, inspecting the room, noticing light tinges of blonde hair behind a kitchen counter. "Hello? Anyone there?" Hayden whispers, noticing the figure crouched behind the counter flinching. The figure stands up. "Are.. are you going to kill me?" The girl says, terrified. "Of course not, I'm here to help you. My name is Hayden, I've been looking around the estate for survivors.. Do you know of any more?" The girl shakes her head. "I'm Lacey." The girl squeezes from her mouth. "They took my parents. They took them.. and left.. without me." Hayden inspects the girl, noticing that she is of a decent age, yet acts so childishly. "Come with me." Hayden announces. "We can finish up here and go find shelter someplace else." Lacey steps towards her apprehensively. Hayden hands her a pistol, and leads her out of the demolished kitchen, kicking through some more debris and rubble, Lacey follows on behind.
Back on the highway, A thin man crawls out from an overturned car. He holds his head, and blood seeps through the cracks of his fingers. "Holy.. holy.. c..crap!" The man says, with an apparent stutter. Another boy crawls out the smashed window of the opposing passenger door. "Damn, Kevin what'd you have to go and do that for!?" He shouts frantically, standing up straight to relieve the pain. "I-.. I obviously d-didn't mean it! I-it was an ac-accident! S-sorry Kyle!" The boy chokes from his mouth. Kyle observes his surroundings, his eyes widening considerably. "Some seeeerious shit went down here, bro. God.. Think we could 'jack that Porsche?" He says irresponsibly. "Indeed we can n-not!" exclaims Kevin. "We gotta figure a w-way outta this p-place!" He moves round the car and gains a clear view of the path of destruction they had caused, and notices a 1980's Chevrolet drive off into the distance. "Damn, dude, they got the right idea." Kyle laughs. "The only thing I'm w-worried about is th-that thing.." Kevin replies, nervously. "It definitely didn't l-look.. human." He adds. The pair hear a loud chugging coming from behind them. It slowly comes to a stop, and they turn around to see a large, shining RV. The door opens, and a man of great physical stature ventures down to investigate how to maneuver around the jam that Kevin had caused. He looks up, catching a glimpse of the pair. "Uh, are you guys okay?" The stranger calls out. "P-p-perfectly f-fine, everything g-great, no problems here." Kevin's nervousness is highlighted through the build up of his stutter, his head continues to bleed. "You look like you need some help.." He looks at the overturned car behind them. "You definitely need some help.. You can hop in if you like?" The man calls out. Kevin means to reply, but is overruled by Kyle's brash impulsiveness. "Sound's amazing dude! I'm Kyle, and my friend, he's Kevin. He can be quite boring at first but he lightens up when he gets to know ya." Kyle grabs Kevin, trailing him onto the RV. "Name's Jace." The man states to them. "Y'all can stay here, I mean you know what they say.. Safety in numbers, right?" he continues. "S-safety? W-what do we need to b-be s-safe from?" Kevin queries. "Oh man, you guys didn't know? There's some crazy shit going on. Like.. zombie movie shit. Don't ask me how man, something to do with a drug or something. We'd better get going." The door locks tight, and Jace returns to the drivers seat, pulling off into the horizon. "It's gonna be a long road ahead."