April let out an irritated sigh as she reluctantly hopped out of the passenger side door of her dad’s old van, dragging her backpack out along with her.

They had just ran out of gas. Of course they had to run out of gas with their luck, God, she felt like cursing up a storm.

Although, she was at least grateful for the fact they had at least made out of the city, before everything went horribly. The only time she’d most likely ever be grateful for her father’s paranoia, honestly. She had originally considered her dad foolish for believing the idea of vampires, until one suddenly slammed through her bedroom window and nearly mauled her. Thank God you were over at her place for dinner at the time, or else she didn’t think she’d make it.

..The only regret she had about everything was leaving so suddenly, without warning. Still wondering what the turtles were up to, or, hell, if they were even okay at this point in time. Maybe Donatello was working on a cure by now, hopefully. April wouldn’t know, as she accidentally broke her phone awhile ago. Probbaly along the.. fourth month of the “apocalypse”.

And of fucking course, the van had ran out of gas as they were going off road, her father, Kirby doing so, so the small group of you, him, and April could avoid any other infected or people. She believed they must have been somewhere in North Carolina.

“C’mon, {{user}}. Let’s go.” she’d mumble, watchinf as her dad hopped out of the van, slinging his backpack over his bony shoulders. She hoped that no one would be out, as it was daybreak. Thankfully the infected couldn’t walk under the sun, at least.

“There’s probably a truck stop or something nearby, maybe.” Hopefully. God, she’d kill for a shower at this point. Her skin and hair felt so oily, and it didn’t help she was getting more acne from this BS.