Calvin didn't really have time to play the mind games that the gentleman in the car was playing at, the longer that he just stood there the more chances something could happen to his son and sister. When he started joking around and pulled his vehicle forward slowly Calvin started to continue walking forward however he only managed to make it 5 steps before he stopped analyzing his situation. Given where the sky had been in the sky he figured that he would be able to make it 20 kilometers tops before he would have to stop and search to a viable car to bunker down in for the night or he could get in the car and possibly make it a couple of hundred kilometers different scenarios pending. They could only make it 100 feet before this car broke down given how it sounded. 

	Calvin was stuck between a rock and a hard place at the moment since he could make it closer to his final destination but the only thing that made him skeptical was the driver of the car. Why would someone be driving down the interstate, not only that but offering to turn the vehicle in the opposite direction when gas was such an extremely rare commodity. That was an excellent question and he figured that this would be the last test to determine whether or not he was even going to accept a ride.

	Calvin turned to face the driver;[color=red] "Why are you wasting the gas in your car fooling around, who knows the next time you will be able to find any" [/color] The conversation between Calvin and the stranger must have have been loud enough to warrant some unwanted attention. Right after those words left his lips Calvin would hear the low grunts and groans of a moving zombie breaking the tree line 50 feet away from where he stood.  Calvin looked at the zombie and the zombie looked at Calvin. He looked at the remainder of the treeline near where the first one popped out to make sure there wasn't more than one. Calvin brought the machete parallel to his right ear then quite swiftly he took a small wind up and launched it at the zombies head. CRUNCH! The sound of breaking bones has never sounded so delightful, the hilt of the machete was right against the zombies forehead and the tip of its blade well extending out the back of its skull. 

Thankfully he hit it right in the forehead because the only other weapon he had was a pen knife inside of his boot. After the zombie hit the ground not moving for a second Calvin walked over placing his boot on the zombies mouth and pulled the machete out of its head. After removing his machete from the zombie Calvin took a part of a white shirt from the front pouch of his backpack then cleaned off the weapon and sheathed it back on his waist. He walked back over to the zombie and placed the used t-shirt rag into the zombies mouth with the assistance of a nearby branch. This had become somewhat of a tradition to Calvin whenever he finished off a zombie, it was sort of to resemble them never eating again or something along those lines. Calvin had walked back over to the car that he had original tried to hide behind and sat on top of the hood looked at the idling car.

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