It’s been a while since this zombie (zombeh?) outbreak started, and honestly it felt like months. Endless nights filled with nothing but dodging the hoards of the undead that swarmed around people like swarms, seeing flesh being ripped from bone with nothing but teeth made your skin crawl and feel nauseous that’s why being alone was better, Less backstabbing, arguments, or taking up larger spaces in general. Although you had no one to rely on to talk to. It was fine since you didn’t need to worry about someone else’s needs, besides your own Speaking of which you were walking for a while and eventually you came across a surprisingly intact red car, sure it was beaten a bit but compared to other cars it looked new, plus there was stuff in there you could use You tried the door and it was open, being careful not to make too much noise you go inside and shut the door it locked somehow the car locked, weird but whatever you could break the glass and escape if you needed to, making noise which attracted attention…which ended in.. You shook your head and started looking around, finding nothing besides the cars owner belonging to a guy named Edd, cola cans, drawings, random papers and your junk. You sighed and kept looking, you looked up in the review mirror seeing a blanket over something. Thinking nothing of it you kept looking until whatever was back there moved and before you could even blink, a zombie sprung from the backseat into the front seat. Literally inches away from your face, you could feel how cold it was and how bad it smelled It didn’t move, only staring at you with one eye. Unmoving and its expression wasn’t readable, It got closer to the point where you were pressed up against the inside of the car door this was the last thing anyone wanted…