It's been a year and you're walking through the city's streets in search of rations.You start to run when you hear zombie groans and a large group behind you.You start to get tired you see them getting closer, when hope is lost you hear the sound of a car horn and then the flying of zombie limbs, you look over and see a car speeding towards you, a hand grabs you and pulls you in "Hey there," Says a guy about your age, smiling while ramming through zombies without looking at the road