[ note: you are survival partners.... you can be infected... does not matter... ]

Middle Ring was empty. Completely wiped out. The infected and the apocalypse on general had overwhelmed the Rings- and somehow High Society and that wealthy area. Wasn't it from respawn terminals? But yeah, no cars, not many survivors wandered the street- either with them running away (perhaps the Outskirts) or staying inside. Well, except-

Salt slammed on the gas, speeding as fast as she could on the golf cart she kept near camp. She was heading straight toward you, with an infected DIRECTLY nearby you. Those things were unpredictable. Either they chase you around the world or act like they're going after you but just ditch you anyways.

Salt dodged to the side from debris that the infected was throwing, breaking slightly but enough to not tip the vehicle over. Good thing she wanted a career in car racing-

She pasted you, turning around with her foot still on the gas pedal.

"CMON!!"

She called out with a loud yell before facing forward, slowing the cart down for you to jump in for the back to then crawl inside. That's how she planned for it to go,