You give Wan a stare that would send chills down the spine of an inanimate statue, and he succumbs to your wishes to take the truck. He immediately begins pulling out a small kit and sets to work on the door attempting to pick it's lock. You assume it's going to take a minute so you begin to get a hold on your surroundings. You walk around the truck looking off in every direction and quickly realize you're lacking in the time department.
"Hey, Wan. How much longer til you get that lock undone?"
Wan continues fervently trying to pick the lock and ignores you. You can't help but notice just how surrounded the two of you are at this point. Possibly hundreds of the biters were closing in on you. You wanted to do a bit of shopping, but that wasn't going to be possible now. The closest one to you was now just several meters. It would take them a while yet though, with them stumbling over one another.
"Waaaaaan, come on, they're getting closer."
You begin backing up closer to the truck as Wan continues to work on the lock. You can feel yourself trembling as their odor wafts through the air. The closer they come to you, the more details you can see. Gaping bite marks, snarling teeth, drool dripping from gaping mouths ready to tear you asunder. You begin pounding on the truck hoping that will make it open sooner. You pull on the handle but to no avail.
Time seems to stretch infinitely as they get closer and closer. Any time now and they will be over you tearing apart your flesh. Would you become like them? Would you find yourself mindlessly walking through town amongst them, waiting for another "normie" to walk into your path giving you the opportunity to consume from their flesh as well?
Click! You here a mechanical lock engage, you turn around rapidly and proceed to pull on the handle. The door swings open in the nick of time. You begin to climb in but something has a hold on your leg. You kick and swing your leg trying to break free. You don't want to turn, but as you do you see a set of teeth tracking your flailing leg and endlessly trying to bit into it. You give it one good snap seeing how it held your leg. You manage to break your leg free and at the same time strike the thing in the face with the heel of your boot.
You finally manage to climb into the truck and even get the door shut. The former humans below pound on the metal door as if that would make it budge. They seemed to lack the mental facility to open a door, and that gives you a moments relief as you look down from the passenger seat at a sea of malicious cannibals. Wan is already fumbling with a group of wires below the steering column.
Suddenly the truck roars to life, and this becomes the single greatest moment in your life. Without order or hesitation Wan shifts from neutral into reverse and releases the emergency break. Slowly letting off the clutch he gives it some gas and the sound of bodies being crushed can be heard. The truck wedges one walking corpse between it's rear bumper and another vehicle behind itself. Wan presses in on the clutch while throwing the truck into first gear.
He presses on the gas and dumps the clutch, the wheels spin wildly for a moment before grabbing tracking. The vehicle screams forward quite quickly and recklessly. You find yourselves swerving through the parking lot until the truck gathers enough tracking to maintain it's bearing. Wan pulls hard on the steering wheel and the wheels screech as you make a left turn. It's as if the concept of breaking didn't exist with this one as he again gives the wheel everything he has producing a right turn.
Moments ago, you were in the grip of death, now you were cruising down the main boulevard heading west towards the suburbs leaving death in your rear view mirror. You decide to break the silence by flipping on the radio. Some ridiculous sounding country music begins to play. Wan seems to like it, but you don't hesitate to switch to the radio and see if you can pick up some news. Nothing but static, on every station. Was this problem global? It seemed rather depressing, but you switch off the radio in the mean time.
Suddenly the truck begins slowing, and this jolts you into reality. You begin to look around and realize what was going on before Wan could even make mention of your situation. The overpass was congested with stopped vehicles. You wouldn't be able to reach the suburbs that way. Your only options would be to take the back roads through town, or do a bit of off roading and drive straight through the neighborhood in front of you.
Now Choose:
3 Votes A) Take the back roads. Less chance you can damage your vehicle!
1 Votes B) You don't have time to wait, let's just plow through houses, fences, and playgrounds. Off roading is fun!
0 Votes C) You're incredibly hardcore. Walk over the overpass on foot. You're the baws.