Tom ran through the girl's words several times in his head. It couldn't be possible. Awhile ago he was relaxed at home with almost no worries, and now suddenly he needs to keep looking over his shoulder or else he'll be dead. When it all dawned on him, he felt heated up. The new reality was so heavy that it wore him down immediately. The girl seemed determined. Tom worried that she'll abandon him the moment he slows her down.

Up ahead, the figure of the rest station caught his attention.

"There!" he pointed out to her.

Tom glanced behind them and saw the people running for their lives, some fighting for it. When he turned away, he noticed a flicker of movement beside him. An older man was reaching out to him, and one of the dead ones had its teeth on his shoulder. The man cried out before dropping on the ground like a doll, and the dead advanced on Tom. He became alert, and rammed the golf stick on the dead's chest. The hit made it stagger, but it stood as if it didn't feel a thing. He took another swing at the thing's jaw. Blood flew from its mouth, but still it moved. Tom aimed for the brain, swinging with all his arm power. He heard a crack, and it finally went down with the head almost fallen off the neck. [i]Just think of it like golf,[/i] he thought to himself. [i]Just so much more disgusting.[/i]