Donna pulled a cigarette from her duffel back and lit it, she used the last of her lighter fluid to light her last remaining cigarette. The world was so cruel in a way, natural selection, cigarette depletion. She knew that she wouldn't last without at least going through a few packs a day. Her patience ran thin, and she was desperately alone.
She had no means of transportation and the way out of the city was blocked by thousands of the undead, feasting upon the corpses of those who were too beaten up to reanimate. Donna pursed her lips and puffed smoke out, she walked through the alleyways nonchalantly and kicked the corpse of a dead raccoon. Some may say she was crazy, psychotic, aggressive, which was slightly true, but the girl had her reasons, it was the apocalypse after all.
Donna spotted a bike, not a bicycle, but a real motor bike. It looked out of shape, but it was good enough to get her out of the city and into the more lax parts of the country. She looked around to make sure there were no infected corpses around her as she hot wired the vehicle. Immediately as the bike started and made noise, it began to attract the undead around her. She cursed under her breath and got onto the bike, there was no more time anymore, she was too deep in, no turning back down.
On her way out of the city, Donna could see a mansion in the distance, and strangely enough, she could see... People? She took a turn towards the mansion and kept going until she got a closer look.