Charles kept hammering down the road, he hatted himself more and more as he went, it was still burning daylight he still hadn't seen a survivor. we was expecting at-least a car or a bike to come whizzing down the road from the intersection. he was wearing a full set of millilitre armour. the only downside of this armour was he got it from a zombie, a zombie that went down with a fight suffering huge holes in it. he smiled, diddnt know why he was smiling, he diddnt really care to know. 

all he knew was he was smiling, and while he was photolytic smiling everything would be fine. what had that man said during the attack on Hudson? "People are less likely to put a bullet through your skull" he repeated to himself, shame he was bitten, he would of made great company.

he looked down a the fuel, it was a few meters from upping and dieing, he eased his foot off the pedal and looked behind him to see a long line of jerry cans. the car eased to a stop, right in-front of a truck. he stopped, had a rabbit vision in the headlights and just looked at it, reaching over for his pistole.