[b]Warren Anderson - The Road - Various Car Survivors Nearby[/b]
Warren had been running for... He didn't know how long. It must've been a long time, because his sides were starting to hurt, and because he had forgotten how long it had been, which was a general indication that it had been a while. He was running from perhaps the most pissed off group of undead men he had ever seen, and he had seen a large number of pissed off walkers. If only he hadn't tried to make coffee... The burns all over his arms still lingered painfully, and the sounds of his own screams echoed in his ears. That didn't matter anymore, though, as all he could think of was finding safety.

It was at that point in his self reflection that he came upon a road, and could not believe his luck: There were people. Probably, at least, unless the dead had learned to drive cars in groups. This was a godsend, a chance to join up with a group of survivors. Then again, he also realized the horrifying truth: Every single person he had ever been near had met awful fates, some at the hands of the undead, some by his own incompetence. This time would be different, though, he was sure of it. And so, he began attempting to wave down the traveling herd of trucks... Managing to fire his nail gun directly at the front-left tire of the SUV leading the pack, causing it to emit an awful hiss.