Chantelle opened her eyes and sighed as the light glared through the car window. Everyday was the same. The same wake up call, the same rotting, apocalyptic scenery. It was boring her. After a moment of peering around, she sat up and started the car. The plan was to drive and drive till she seen someone, someone who could join her. It gets kind of lonely on your own. With a kick of the engine, the car started slowly down the road, the gun on her lap. 
"Another day, No change"