My entire body started shaking as I continued down the road. I began to space off... Thinking of what could possibly be going on. Dead people walking? That's bullshit. I just couldn't believe it, I had to keep my head together.

I stopped abruptly in front of a car taking up the whole road. Not now I thought to myselfI saw a movement inside the car. I squinted my eyes to get a better view. Instantly regretting my decision, I slapped my hand over my eyes. A man was sticking his hand into the gut of some... person and EATING what he fished out. I've seen a lot of disgusting things in my life but this one took the cake.

I had no choice but to back my car up and try to go another way. Before I could do that however, someone punched my windshield in.

"Get out!" A man yelled. I just sat there, getting really pissed.

"Are you deaf you dumb bitch, get the fuck out!" He repeated.

"I would watch my mouth," I replied slyly.

"I am not in the mood to get eaten today, so get the hell out and I won't blow your head off!" He screamed, pointing a gun at me.

"There's not much happening, I'm sure you can find somewhere safe," I said without a flinch. Guns have been pointed at me hundreds of times.

"There's groups of those fuckers everywhere, and a large mass of them heading from Northern Phoenix, sorry dumb bitch, but I don't think anyone is safe!"

I grabbed a Glock sitting right next to me and shot the man multiple times. Without a second thought I continued to back up and eventually started going the other way. After 5 minutes I began to see more and more 'fucked up' people. I knew if I wanted to live then the desert would be the place for me, which didn't matter because I was going there anyway. How many people unknowingly prepare themselves with food and water for an apocalypse?

After 10 more minutes I came over a hill. I saw a huge crowd of about 25-30 of those fuckers walking around. I took out my AK-47 and began to shoot wildly at them. Heads flew off. Body parts were flying everywhere.

I started cracking up. Every time another head made an explosion, I laughed.

Out of no where, 2 or 3 of these 'zombies' began to beat at my car. One attempted to use my broken windshield to take a bite out of me. That shut me up.

I attempted to shoot him, but my AK-47 was out of ammo. He came at me again, I had to hold him back with one hand and reach for my Glock with the other. This is what I deserve for being a trigger happy smart ass I told myself. Another creature broke my back window and started reaching for me. A third joined the one I was holding back. I no longer had an extra hand to get my Glock, I thought I was done for. I didn't scream, I just started giggling. I was Unafraid to die.

Just as one of the creatures attempted to take a chunk out of me, gun fire blew his head off. His 2 comrades soon followed. Afterwards I sat up to collect myself. My eyes were wide and my hands were shaking. I looked up to see where the friendly gunfire was coming from.

"Do you have any food water, weapons or ammo on you?" A tall man asked me.

"Oh great, another robbery," I rolled my eyes.

"Actually, me 1 other guy and a girl are escaping in my mini van. We're short on supplies and your car looks pretty fucked up."

"Uh-huh."

"You want to come with us?"

"Yeah sure, but how do I know you won't just take my shit and run off?"

"You really have no other choice, that car is a death trap."

"Whatever."

I got out and opened my trunk. I started handing the guy several bags of food, water and weapons. After we were done unpacking we walked over to a VW bus. I began to laugh, this had to be a joke.

"What?" He asked me.

"It's a fucking hippie bus!" I laughed, as I got in. He glared at me as we got into the bus. I wasn't ever really good at making friends. I looked at the interior of my temporary home. The windows were lightly boarded and food was plentiful.

"I'm Alice, what's your name?" A tall woman with bleach blonde hair greeted me.

"Floyd," I lied. Floyd was my drug lord name. Even though I had a feeling these burned out hippies wouldn't be of any harm I couldn't be too careful. Not only that but the cocaine I did earlier put me in a bad mood.

"Um, hey Floyd, the man who rescued you is Caden and the guy in the back is David," the girl said to me. The man in the back lightly waved and Caden did nothing but continue driving.

"Friendly bunch," I joked. No one was amused.

"Well all of our families are dead. Why are you in such a good mood?"

"Fuck, I hope my fucking family is dead."

"What's wrong with you? They gave you life and you should respect that."

"They accidentally gave me life because they probably never heard of birth control."

"Even if you don't like your family, you aren't the least bit shaken about all of the gore?"

"I've seen shit worse than this daily in my line of work," I said with pride. It was a bit of a lie though... Even though I've seen people get shot, stabbed, and gutted many times over, there was just something about a dead person eating a living person that got to me more than anything else.

"Well good for you," Alice replied sarcastically, "What exactly did you do?"

"Uh... I was a police officer!"

"Yeah, okay."

After about an hour I became a bit stir crazy. Withdrawals weren't helping. I had some cocaine in the bag I brought but I don't think my saviors would appreciate that, in fact, I'm surprised they haven't kicked my retarded ass out.

"Where were you heading?" Caden asked me, breaking the silence.

"The desert, around mount Oord."

"We were heading to Lake Ontario."

"Do you have any idea how many people will think that's a good idea? It'll be crowded, and there's bound to be dumb asses bringing their dead family members. Seclusion is the way to go."

"How will we get water?"

"A lake is nearby, there's actually a lot of puddles."

"Yeah, so we can drink it and throw up from its contaminants?"

"Do you have any idea how many times I have hidden and survived in the desert!? I know mount Oord like the back of my god damn hand."

"Okay, I guess we're going to mount Oord then," Caden replied flatly.