There was nothing you could do but watch from the passenger seat as the driver, your granny, the only family you had left was turning into a zombie, shaking terribly. she could kill you and yet, you couldn’t reach past her to unlock the car. Your granny in her last effort pulled a small antique pistol out of her and shot herself and unlocked the door. Then, just out of nowhere, three people, likely opportunists who had no idea of your presence immediately pulled her out of the car and locked themselves in with you and your supplies and the man drove. “Who’s this kid?” One of the guys questioned making them all turn their heads to you.