Xander rumbled down the dirt road. He usually took dirt roads. They were more deserted and only had one to two walkers on them a day. Yeah he got lost a lot and had to back track, but it beat having to out run the rotters. His truck quickly trundled down the road, away from civilizations and the swarms of the dead beasts. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed, exhausted. He hadn't slept well in a year. Since this damn outbreak. He was lucky. Other people weren't. He had seen people go crazy about losing family members, or losing their sanity to the deadly disease. He had tried to stay and help, but when he saw how many had turned he fled. Xander wasn't proud of some of the things he had done to stay alive. 

He came across a farm. A little weird if you ask him. It was gated off. Also very weird. This meant either all the rotters were inside or they hadn't gotten in. He stopped at the gate and looked at it. Not sure if he should try or turn around.