As soon as we took off, she started to talk. No surprise there. "So what's your name?", she asked. I replied. "No names. If we know each other's names it will only make a bond. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to live. That includes killing your ass if you turned into one of those irritating rutards."

"You do know that it's retard right?"

"Well I've been by myself long enough to have my own dictionary and make up my own pronunciations for words.", I said.

"Ok? So if no names, then what do I call you?" She just keeps talking and talking. I had no idea what I would be called. It's been so long since anyone has even talked to me. I had to think about it for a bit. I would use the place where I'm from but that would be too much from "Zombieland". I want be original. My favorite color is Silver. I could be known as Silver.

"Silver. It's my favorite color. Call me Silver." "Ok", she said. "Then I guess you can call me Red", she said with the biggest smile on her face. I swear her head was about to split. "I can be like that dad on That 70's Show. Red" I laughed. His name wasn't Red. "You do know his name wasn't Red? It was Rhett. With a "T", NOT a "D"." I said.

We drove in silence for about an hour. I started to relax. It didn't last long.

"So when's your birthday?" Red asked. "December 13th", is what I replied. "But that was like two months ago." What Red said just now, that my birthday had passed, made me think. Had I forgotten my own birthday? So I'm not 15 anymore. I'm officially 16 years old! Yes! I'm 16!

I slammed on the breaks so hard my seatbelt nearly ripped. I jumped out of the car. "What the heck!" Red was so confused. I started to do some kind of spastic dance that I did NOT do well. "Hello! Silver! What are you doing?" I could tell she thought I was crazy. "I'm 16! YES! I'm 16! I lived to be 16! I AM GOD!" I was so excited! I never thought, living in a world of undead, that I would survive to be 16!

"Yeah." Red wasn't as enthusiastic as I clearly was. "You're 16. Yay. Whoopdy freaking doo. I'm 13. Am I suppose to explode and beat my chest while screaming like Tarzan?" I couldn't believe it. Sarcasm was my thing. Damn. An hour with me and I'm already a huge influence. I don't suspect that's a good thing. I admit, just one of me is more than enough.

"Whoa. Becoming like me already? And sorry. I just never believed that I would live to turn 16 with the undead running amuck and whatnot!" I was ecstatic. She would never understand why though. Sucks for her. Haha. I got in the car and turned the ignition. It tried to start but wouldn't. "Are you for real? Come on! Hitting the breaks could NOT have possibly done this." I have officially been damned. "It could have! You didn't hit the breaks either. You SLAMMED on them. You were doing 80 mph too. Plus, when you did the breaks, the car started to smoke and we ALMOST flipped. So yeah. Damage could have been done."

"No!" I was in denial. I couldn't lose a second car. "Crap. Now we have to walk. Red, this all your fault. You just HAD to ask questions."