Ah, the world is a beautiful place. There Donna stood, with crossbow in hand and a duffel bag around her shoulder. She sniffed the toxic air of the overrun city and exhaled deeply. The scents, the ravaged buildings, and the zombies. Home sweet home.

Donna spat out her chewable tobacco and began walking, slipping through the less noticeable streets. Her goal was to get to the countryside and settle down on grown food and endless fields of green. A dream for only one, and that was her.