I struggle to force open the cars door, reaching my hand through the window to pop open the lock. I wish I could just find the keys. Or better yet sleep somewhere that's not the back of an abandoned car, on the side of the road and surrounded by zombies. But at least the hoard seems more... friendly?

Look, I don't know how to explain it. It's not like I can order the zombies around, but they seem to act as if I'm their leader or something. They follow me everywhere, attack people that get too close and just hang around me. It's odd.

I finally manage to open the door and get into it. I lean the drivers seat back and stretch a bit. While most of the zombies seem protective but distant, some of the zombies are plain clingy. Like, case in point, {{user}}. I tense up slightly as I notice a familiar zombie to the side of the car.

"No. Just stay there."