The silver, four door car cruised along the desolate road, driven by it's new owner. Other burnt out vehicles were littered around the area, some with decaying corpses inside, some without. Bodies were also strewn in random places. Quite a few were sporting gunshot wounds to the head, chest, abdomen and other areas. The grass fields on either side of the road were overgrown and unkempt. Only God knew what horrors lay within them. Sometimes the car would pass a walker feeding. Perhaps on some kind of animal or, in most cases, an unfortunate human that had wandered into it's path. The entire scene was grisly, grim and just horrible. But, it's what the world had come to, and nothing that Zachary or any other survivor could do would change that. They would all have to learn to adapt.
Zachary pulled over on the side of the road, deciding that he needed a break. He'd been driving for just over two hours and just needed to recharge his batteries. He opened up his backpack and took out one of the two bottles water and the pack of chips. Zachary hadn't got much, so he'd have to go easy on the measly rations. He tore open the chips and ate five before rolling the packet back up and returned it to it's former position inside the backpack. As Zachary starting sipping on the water, flashbacks of the two walkers he'd encountered began appearing. He knew he hadn't killed either of them and both were probably hunting for him. Zachary sighed as he screwed the lid back onto the water and tossed it into his backpack before starting the engine and taking off down the road once again.
Thoughts kept popping into his head about shelter. He couldn't go home. It was too dangerous. Way too dangerous. Zachary was nearing the outskirts of Los Angeles, so maybe there was an apartment complex or a house just by itself. Fat chance. All the death and decay he was passing, the infection had spread quickly to the outer areas of Los Angeles, claiming all the poor humans that were oblivious to it. He switched on the radio, but all that played was the same, government mandated message that had been playing for the past week or so. Since the outbreak started. Zachary had lost track of time, although that didn't really matter to him. What mattered was survival, by any means necessary. Though, if he did come across any survivors, he didn't intend to attack them straight away. In the predicament that he was in, he could do with all the help he could get.
The gun on the dashboard bounced up and down lightly in accordance with the tire movements over the cracked gravel. That annoyed Zachary so he took it and placed it on the passenger seat. A lot of things annoyed him recently. Maybe he was going crazy from the loneliness he was experiencing. The last contact with humans that Zachary hard was the looters that tried to rob him, but walkers arrived and they were devoured, so Zachary managed to get away in one piece. Zachary grimaced at the thought before realising his path was blocked by an overturned bus. He cursed loudly. Luck just wasn't on his side today. With anything, there was probably a herd following up from behind that hadn't eaten for days. Zachary punched the steering wheel and pushed open the door, stepping out into the sun.
