Enrique-AutoGarage

Enrique slammed his hands on the wheel he pushed his foot down on the gas as the truck came to a slow haul on the road just inside the city. He quickly turned the wheel and pulled down a small alleyway, he slammed his foot on the brakes and the car came to a full stop. He punched the steering wheel over and over.

"Damn it!" He said his knuckles bloody "Piece of shit, of course you quit on me right when I need to get through the city!" 

He exited his truck in a bout of fury slamming the door behind him. He moved to the front of the car and lifted the hood, grayish white smoke billowed up and into his face. He coughed and waved his hands clearing the smoke and steam, he peered into the engine. He grimaced when he realized that it had overheated, he left the hood up and went to the shotgun seat. He opened the glove box and pulled out a small map of the city, he scanned it then found a small autogarage, he went to the edge of the alleyway and looked for a road sign. He spotted a sign that read 'Elizabeth avenue' then another that read 'Longton drive' he jogged back to his truck and found his location. He traced his fingers down streets and alleys plotting his route to the autogarage, it was not far away he could easily make his way there in little under an hour. He grabbed his pack and slipped his arms through the straps and pulled his shotgun off the dashboard he smiled feeling the grip of it in his righthand. He folded up the map and pushed it into his pocket, and with that he set off following his preset route. 

Enrique found the garage within about 40 minutes, he saw a few walkers and manuevered himself carefully around them. He took up a somewhat secure position and stuffed his snub nosed shotgun into his backpack next to his fathers pistol. He quickly unfastened his survivalists axe from his belt and raised his head just enough to see over the concrete wall he had been using as cover while he watched the autogarage. He stood and sprinted to the back of the garage, he placed his hand on the door handle and turned it. He smiled and pushed the door open carefully, he closed it behind him and raised his axe in anticipation of an attack. His pulse was normal and his mind calm, this was where he felt most calm in the anticipation of battle.