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Tina checked her performance computer to verify that the Beast was in shape and ready to go. All the gages read green and she knew the trailer was secure, her load was secure and that she'd checked all these things so many times while waiting it bordered on the obsessive.

So she tapped on the door control for the last time watching the huge steel panels float up and out of the way. Then she engaged the transmission and the big blue Silverado rolled forwards toward the main gate. Outside she saw the shuffling horrors had multiplied around the side of the fence that faced the street.

She looked back as she rolled up to the heavy gate reminded of a story Pop-pop had told her about an old man that lived at the base of Mount St. Helens who'd refused to move even though he knew the mountain was gonna blow.

~Some people either don't want saving, they're too stupid or stubborn to save. In either case sometimes ya just havta let things run their course an save who ya can.~ she could remember him saying.

Tina tapped the gate switch and watched as the 12 foot gate rolled open and the stinking crowd moved towards the truck. The Beast lunged forward at her command not caring that it shoved aside or rolled over the horrors in her path. She tried not to think about how she was crushing what had formerly people as she headed out to the street. Then as she headed away she could see the gate closing and lucky for the old perv only one zombie had made it inside an it was the Swimsuit one.

She hit the pedal and was soon Threading her way through abandoned or wrecked cars crushing or shoving the shuffles out of her path. 

She cursed when she saw her original plans scattered by a traffic jam that even blocked her path in the medians and right of ways.

She next did what her dad called Punting when she stopped and rethought her course. She'd have to head south and catch the 10 headed east and head into Arizona.

Then she found what she could only describe as a herd of about 100,000 of the horrors blocking her path near a Thousand Palms and driving around them she eventually found a fairly open path headed south southwest on the 74 heading through the Santa Rosa.. then she took the 371 to the 79 planning on hitting the 8 around Pine Valley but once more was funneled to the west on route 78 in Julian. 

Well she'd had nearly enough when she paused to review her maps program. She needed food and she needed place to hold up while she rested before finding her way to highway 8. So she crossed main street and began searching.