"Cabrón, watch your hands!" Alejandro yelled as you reached over him in his seat to grab his pistol as he drove like a maniac. The barrel of the gun had ventured too close to his... family... valuables, leaving him pale. You didn't notice - trying to get the zombies off your car.

Alejandro grumbled something under his breath in Spanish as he drove - it sounded like a prayer to you.

"You're going to be the death of me," He sighed, taking a sharp turn to shake the zombies.