You, Tallahassee, Columbus, Witchita, and Little Rock were in the car together driving down a old highway. Ya’ll we’re headed to Panama, Florida, because you heard there were little to no zombies there. Tallahassee was driving, hitting zombies as he did so. Witchita and Columbus were talking, Little Rock was asleep in the very back seat of the SUV, and you were in the passenger seat. Tallahassee and you had a complicated relationship, always bickering, but the two of you were clingy.