[b]Somewhere near Washington D.C.[/b] 

It's been over two months since the last contact with other survivors, even bandits. It's like no one is even left alive anymore. Though people have been lost in that same time, two months ago the Convoy had over 30 people and much more reliable equipment. Now we are down too 18 people and the remaining vehicles are not stable enough for long term travel.

As if on cue the a cloud of smoke starts to erupt from the engine of the Ambulance. Hunter was driving the Humvee in front of it and watched the whole event unfold as it broke down. The convoy was forced to stop, the surroundings were not the best to stop, thick woods all around and too much wind to tell what was a rustle of leaves or a rustle of the dead.

Hunter got out of the Humvee and walked over to the Ambulance, It didn't take much too see the radiator was shot... Again. But something else had to be going on? Smoke like that would not come out if it was just the radiator would it? "Does anyone know what caused the breakdown this time?" Then he smelled it, something had caught fire in the engine, Human flesh. This has happened in the past, Only not this much. The engine was lined with burnt gunk, cleaning it out would take days with equipment they didn't have, and water they could not spare.

Hunter walked off from the Ambulance, it had deices that you could only have on the road with an ambulance in it. He paced for a moment then kicked the side of the Humvee. "DAMMIT!" He would kick the side of the truck several times before the pain in his foot told him it was too much. "That's the second car this week, and I don't know about you guys but I haven't seen another working car in weeks!" Several were found last week but it was decided it wasn't worth the fuel. He spoke as if he was losing his will to speak at all. "Does anyone have any ideas on how to fix this problem?"