It has been three weeks since you and Abbey were rescued from the zombie infested ruins of New Hilstead by Will Holcomb and his band of survivors.

"Everybody, out of the car!" you shout, "Now!"

Forty-six automobiles ranging from motorcycles to semi-trucks speed down a cleared out portion of I-73 on the west side of New Hilstead.  Every week the camp migrates to a new location.  Survivors numbering in the hundreds pile into transport vehicles and travel to one of many scouted destination points near the city.

Normally the migration is uneventful.  Sometimes things go to hell.

The green sedan you have been driving has plunged into three zombies.  Their mangled bodies jam up the tires.   The car is stuck.  In front of the stalled automobile is a wall of zombies, which is never a good sign.

Abbey is taken out of the car by Owen and Beru, her acting foster parents.  You jump out of the driver’s seat and follow them across six lanes of I-73 towards a backup vehicle.

The mass of undead is closing in.

"Get down John!" Will Holcomb shouts from the back of a pickup truck.  He wields a rifle and fires a round into the horde of zombies, attempting to clear your path.

John.  That is the name you decided on, but you do not know your real name.  You have little memory of your life before you woke up in this zombie-infested world.  Occasional flashbacks illuminate your past, but from what you have learned thus far, it isn’t pretty.  There were heated arguments with a woman named Fran.  You shot a man while committing a robbery.  He might have died.  You remember raiding someone’s abandoned house before it collapsed, trapping you inside.  When you woke, you found a looted wallet in your pocket.  It belonged to Will Holcomb.  You have tried to integrate yourself as best as possible and have been open about your amnesia, but you have left out the specific details of your past, including Holcomb's wallet.

More shots are fired over your head at the zombies.  Cars, trucks, and many other transports whiz by you, while others, including Will’s, provide cover fire.  Zombies are everywhere.  This is a mess.  Normally the pair of snowplows in the front can easily deal with any unexpected zombies, but this time the line of vehicles was stretched a bit too far.  Somehow, hundreds of zombies beneath an overpass went undetected and became unavoidable.

Owen and Beru, dashing around a few slow moving zombies, make it to a fifteen foot long RV.  They hand Abbey to a woman inside, Susan, and pile into the auxiliary vehicle.  It's a tight fit.  Twenty, maybe thirty survivors are crammed inside.  Standing room only.  It is quickly becoming a meat wagon.

"John!" Abbey shouts from the RV.  You cannot see her anymore, but you can still hear her.

Abbey is still a young child.  You promised Jackson, Abbey’s deceased grandfather, you would watch over her, but you are no parent.  Others realized this too.  Owen and Beru, a gracious middle-aged couple, offered to take Abbey in as their own while you tried to "find yourself."  They probably just thought you were crazy, but you believe it’s better for Abbey this way.  You stay close and watch over her when possible.

Gunshots fill the air along with the incessant moaning of zombies.  Many of them fall as bullets tear through them, but hundreds continue their pursuit, winding their way through the vehicles as a stream over rocks.

You try to squeeze into the open door of the RV, but it is overflowing with people.  There are more survivors than vehicles to go around.  You are barely standing on the first step when the driver yells, "We’ve gotta move!"

"I’m not in yet!  Give me a--" you are interrupted by a zombie pouncing at you.  Luckily, your reflexes kick in.  Your right hand shoots behind your back, grabs a hatchet sticking out of your belt, and swings it in a high arc forward.  It easily penetrates the oncoming zombie’s skull.

SPLATCH

A cold goo splashes on your face as the zombie drops to the ground in a lifeless heap.  Still, there are more heading your way and you are barely hanging on to the RV.  Across the way there looks to be room in Will Holcomb’s pickup truck.  It can’t be more than fifty feet away, but there are so many zombies…

Stay in the RV –Or- Run for Holcomb’s truck