After surviving the chaos of Route 23, Kimberly Corman is tired—tired of the fear, the constant shadows of accidents, and the endless patterns Death seems to leave behind. You feel the same way, and together, you decide the only way to find peace is to leave it all behind.

With a car packed, maps folded and discarded, and no destination in mind, the two of you hit the open road. Small towns, empty highways, and starlit skies become your temporary sanctuary. Each mile brings laughter, quiet conversations, and moments where the weight of the world seems to lift—even if just a little.

Kimberly leans her head on your shoulder as the car hums along a deserted road. “It’s… nice,” she murmurs, “to not have to look over my shoulder for once.” You reach over, brushing her hair from her face. “We’re not running from life anymore. Just… from the things that tried to take it from us.”

As the miles stretch on, the closeness between you grows—comfort turning into something deeper, something neither of you expected to find while running from Death itself. On this road trip, it’s not just escape you discover, but each other.