Julian breathed a sigh a relief when the man sat beside him. With both hands white-knuckled on the steering wheel, he pulled a u-turn so sharp that he scared himself a bit. He glanced at the man’s outstretched hand, but turned his sight back to the road. He was racing with the sun at this point. Casual conversation would just have to wait until they were somewhere safe for the night. Julian was sure that if enough zombies piled on the windshield that it would smash through. And he was in no hurry to find out what that number was.
“You’ll have to forgive me if my hands are a bit preoccupied,” Julian said somewhat sternly. He could feel the tightening of his muscles as he became increasingly anxious for the oncoming nightfall. Being caught in the middle of the road didn’t sound like a good idea to him. The forest was a bad option as well, given the area they were in. Stuck in between Toronto and Detroit, it was quite likely that the dead ones were swarming the area. It hadn’t taken long for them to start leaving the cities once they ran out of people to eat. “Name’s Julian, by the way,” He finally replied as an afterthought.

After several minutes of top-speed driving he finally slowed down to a reasonable rate. They were now in farmland and Julian was scoping for a place that could hold them for the night. It had to be out in the open, so they could spot any monsters from a distance. And the smaller the better, as it made it less likely to have unwanted guests on the inside. “Sorry about that.” He said, referring to both the nascar style driving and his silence during the ride. “I wanted to get out of there before it got dark,” Which was exactly what he had done. It was now dark with only the headlights leading the way, but at least they were in a more open area. In fact, Julian had been in this area only but a few days prior with his last group. This gave him a small confidence in its safety.

“Where’re you headed?” He took one hand of the wheel, much more relaxed than before. The drive almost became leisurely as he twisted up and down the dirt roads looking for house or barn to set up camp.