(A bit on the short side, but I felt I needed to put in a section where the humans did something besides get rescued by Hazel.)

A minivan. Really. We are fleeing hordes of insane infected monsters in a minivan. Alright, but don't blame me when the other survivors point laugh at us. I suppose it is a good ride, functional. I can maneuver my claws in the back, Morgan and Lance's shotguns and melee weapons fit nicely in here, and it gets fairly good mileage (hybrids, got' a love 'em) so we can zoom right by the zombies. Pulse there's a DVD player, so bonus. And it is pretty much the only working vehicle with the keys still in it within a hundred miles.

I don't mind sitting in the back by myself. I don't even think I know how to drive, and even if I could steering with these things would be a bitch. I do however think it's funny that now "riding shotgun" actually means ridding with a shot gun. Lance is getting good at shooting out of the window of a moving van, a good skill to have.

"How long until we get there?"

"It'll be a while, maybe a few days."

"Uggh…there aren't any good movies back here. What is this, 'Tommy Toothbrush's Great Adventure'? Who the hell would make their kids watch this crap?" Do I need to brush my teeth anymore? I don't think I do, but I will anyway. Don't want to end up looking like a Spitter. But then again I don't think she had stellar oral hygiene before the infection…

"Yah, in a couple of days you, Morgan, and I will be sleeping on nice beds in an army base, we'll have REAL food for a change, and oh my god indoor plumbing! Oh indoor plumbing how I've missed you."

"Yah, maybe now you'll be able to take a bath without being molested by a Smoker."

"Ha!" Snap Morgan, I didn't know you had it in you.

"It wasn't molesting me, it was trying to strangle me!"

"With its tongue. And I'm pretty sure it was enjoying itself."

"Oh shut up and drive. Hazel scotch over I'm moving back there."

"Whatever dud. Hey while you're back there toss me a soda. I seriously need some caffeine boost if I'm going to have to drive all night."

I bet this is what family vacations are like, minus the zombies of course. A little bickering, a lot of caffeine, and a good time for all. Yes, this must be what it's like. Family….

"Guys I'm going to try and get some sleep. I really tired all of a sudden."

"Really? I didn't think you did sleep."

"I didn't either, but I'm just worn out." Really, really worn out….I'll just, rest my eyes…

CRASH!

"HOLY SHIT! I fall asleep for ten minutes and you crash the van! What the hell happened?"

"Get out! Get out, they're coming!" What the...What's going on-

"Guys there it is!"

"AAAHGGHH!" Oh god damn it there's a Tank. So much for a family vacation.

"Molotov! Morgan shoot that bastard!"

"Don't need to tell me twice. Come and get it ugly!"

"Hazel, while we deal with him you try and get that chunk of concrete off the van and flip it back on its wheels."

"Aye aye captain!"

Ok, I can do this. We're in an open stretch of highway, nothing for miles. They should be able to keep out of its reach. All I need to do is pull a human, err..zombie, carjack and we can burn rubber and get out of here. Ow! That kind of hurt my nails. Ok, new idea.

"Lance, you go left I'll go right then we'll crisscross to confuse it!"

"Right, good id-what the hell is she doing? Is, is she slashing that concrete?"

And slash, and slash, and slash! Ha, there goes a big piece. Ok again! I'm working up a sweat….ha got it! Now I just need to flip the, oops.

"Damn it you flipped it over on the other side! Ah crap, reloading!"

"My bad!" Everyone makes mistakes. Alright Hazel, not so hard this time…perfect! The windows and windshield are all smashed but I think it'll run. Now let's kill this son of a bitch. I'll just run over there an-

"Dead! Nice shot Morgan!" Never mind. Looks like I won't be the heroine today, just the carjack.

"Ok...I'm exhausted. Lance you drive, I need to lay down….crap, Hazel be a dear and rip the door off. I won't open." I'm like a freak'n toolbox today.

Now we're all sore, our van is missing a door and all its window, the ammo supply is low, and now it smells like gasoline in here because one of the Molotovs broke when the van flipped. Yes, it is very much like a long family road trip. We're tired, everyone is kind of pissed off, and odds are we're going to have to sleep in a crappy motel. But also, once this trip is over we'll all be glad we did it. Like Lance said, when we get to Augusta things will be better…at least, I hope they will.