Abe walked down the street, grumbling under his breath as he went. He should've figured the car would break down. Derrick, that cheap bastard, was the only one who could get his damn junker of a car to work for longer than five minutes. He stopped at the thought of his band's lovable dumbass of a drummer. He hoped they had managed to make it out during the evacuations, as unlikely as that was. 

"Get your shit together Abe!" He shook the thought out his head and his grimaced face grew even sourer. His day was definitely looking like it was going to be shot for the duration. All of a sudden he could hear that familiar sound of endless groaning that signaled the dead, and something had definitely aggravated the hell out of them. He grinned and rested his bat on his shoulder and walked towards the growing mob. "Time for a little stress relief!"