Frank slowly weaved through the abandoned cars, pistol drawn. He had just come off the highway, and he was walking though where people would stop and get some grub after traveling towards New Orleans. Of course, those days were long ago. At least they seemed long ago to Frank, in truth it had only been a year and a half. He had been traveling along the side of a semi-truck, a bit curious if there was anything of value inside. As he turned the corner, he saw one of the dead staring him in the face. It made an inhuman growl, and shambled toward him. Frank pointed his silenced pistol at the walker and pulled the trigger. With a thwip, the walker fell backward onto a nearby Porche, cracking the windshield. A loud car alarm echoed throughout the area, and the growls of the dead could be heard. Before taking off, Frank peered into the trailer and snarled. The entire truck was picked clean. The shuffling of the dead became audible, even over the car-alarm. Frank's eyes widened under his shades, and he took off in a dead sprint toward an apartment complex.