Enrique sighed and opened the door on the side he was on, he put one leg out and sat there for a moment thinking about what to say but he had nothing. He looked at the British chick then at the back of the drivers head, he took his other foot out of the truck and placed it on the ground outside. He cleared his throat and slammed the door behind him and began making his way away from the vehicle. He held his shotgun in one hand and walked off he turned a corner and rushed down the street towards where he knew his busted ass truck would be.

"This way..." he mumbled to himself looking down the street, he noticed a corpse not far from him then two more approached from his left. He pulled his backpack under his arm and stuffed his shotgun into it, he put it back on and unfastened his axes handle taking it into his left hand. He let the closest corpse approach and when it raised its arms he sidestepped and swung the blade of his axs into its head, it embedded itself through the nose and halfway through the skull. He pryed it out and let the ugly bastard fall to the floor, he watched as the other two approached slowly stumbling along. He stood there patiently his axe at his side and pushed his hair back, he chuckled and walked away from them. He continued down the road a smirk on his face, thinking about nothing in particular just simple things.