Zachary slowed down to a walk long after his lungs began burning and his eyes watering. He still wasn't comfortable with the ground he'd put between himself and the walker. Those things can go for days without slowing, albeit just shambling, looking for any human that was unfortunate enough to it's next dinner. Zachary shuddered at the thought of becoming a meal for one of those freaks. He tightened his grip around the handle of the baseball bat, seemingly worried something was going to jump out the bushes and devour him. A nervous glance was cast over his shoulder, but he couldn't make out the walker he'd just been attacked by. Maybe it got bored and wandered into the trees, looking for easier prey. Maybe not.

The gun in Zachary's waistband was cold against his stomach. He took it out into his right hand and looked it over. Everything seemed to be in functioning order. Zachary aimed the firearm out in front of him, pretending to shoot dead a walker, but didn't dare to actually squeeze the trigger. God knows how many infected he attracted when he beat down that one earlier, let alone a gunshot. He made a silent vow to only use the gun when in the most dangerous situation. Zachary tucked the pistol back into his waistband and rested the baseball bat onto his shoulder, still walking along the road. He could make something out in the distance. Zachary sped up his walk, intending to find out what the place was.

As he got closer, he saw what it was. It was just a small cluster of cars. And no walkers in sight. It was almost unreal. The first vehicle he passed was a pick-up truck. In the driver's seat was a rotting corpse with a bullet hole between the eyes. The man was slumped over the steering wheel. In the passenger seat was a second corpse. This time it had three bullet wounds in the chest. Zachary searched the driver's seat body for anything of value, but found nothing. He decided not to go near the second because it's door was blocked by another car and he didn't want to lean over the driver. Zachary gripped the bat tighter and advanced into the middle of the cluster. He made a plan to find an uninhabited car and get back on the road. Zachary tip-toed to the outer area of the cars and found one that suited his needs. A four-door, silver car. Problem is, it still had a driver.

The keys were still in the ignition and the man in the seat seemed dead enough. Zachary pried open the door as quietly as he could. He grabbed the man's arm and pulled as hard as he could. Surprisingly, the body fell out easy enough. Zachary stepped past it when suddenly, it grabbed his foot. He let out a yelp and jumped straight into the car. The walker lost it's grip but tried to follow Zachary inside, growling and groaning all the time. Zachary launched his foot into it's nose and it hit with a satisfying [i]crunch[/i]. The walker tumbled backwards and Zachary slammed the door shut. He shakily started the engine and the vehicle roared into life. Zachary reversed and then hit the accelerator, running over the walker. He wasn't sure if he killed it, and damn sure didn't turn back to check.

Zachary drove the vehicle for a couple of miles until he was sure he had lost the former driver of the car. Peering over the dashboard, he could see specks of blood from where he hit the walker. He glanced over at his baseball bat. That brought back memories of his friend, Anthony, who Zachary uses to play the sport with. Anthony was probably dead now. Either a snack for hungry walkers or he'd become a walker himself. Both were as terrifying and just downright sad as the other one. Zachary sighed and just concentrated on the road ahead, not sure where he was going, and didn't really care.