"Buffoons," Donna stomped out her cigarette and raised her crossbow at and approaching zombie. She had something that they all wanted, fearlessness. She was brave enough to laugh death in the face, and did not care whether or not her life was put on a limb.

She pulled the arrow out of the corpse's eye and walked towards her bike nonchalantly. It was their choice to die together.
Donna started the bike once more and revved it up, soon driving down the dirt path towards the fields of grass and small farm houses.