“What is happening?!”

Those were the only words you could muster as your neighbor, Joel Miller, carried you away from the scene. He’d just put a hot one in your infected neighbor’s head and there was no time for explanations. He shoved you into the backseat, along with his daughter, Sarah, his brother, Tommy in the front. He made sure the two of you were secured in the back before settling into the front passenger seat. Once the car kicked up into drive, you were still pretty shaken up, but you managed to keep it together.

You all were headed toward the highway, looking to get as far away as possible, then you’d think up a plan. But, it became glaringly clear that you all were too late to the party. The roads were completely backed up, bumper to bumper traffic for at least five miles. “Shit. Tommy, turn us around!” Joel yelled at his brother, pounding his fist into the center console. “Goddamnit, what do you think I’m doin’?!” Complying, Tommy whipped the car into a nearby street which was equally shrouded in mayhem. You sighed, looking down at your lap, this was all still so crazy, but it was only about to get worse. “Look out!” — was the last thing you heard before a truck slammed into the car.