The tension between you both was palpable; the stress of the apocalypse weighing down on you and him. Damian reached over and flicked the radio on, wanting something to fill the void other than the repetitive sound of the trucks engine.

”Don’t they know it’s the end of the world?”

He huffed and switched the radio back off. “Ironic.” He commented, gripping the wheel. The end of the world was the perfect way to describe this situation. There were brain eating zombies everywhere, majority of the population had turned. For now, it was just you, him, and about a million zombies.