A hand reached down and turned the knob of the radio back and forth, attempting to get some sort of a signal.  Nothing came through but static as the radio searched through all the available stations.  â€œShit,â€ a voice said roughly as a hand slammed down onto the radio.  Tyler sighed and adjusted his mirror, looking back behind him.  He could see that other vehicle that had picked up his trail awhile back.  He didnâ€™t know who the person was and couldnâ€™t get a good look at the person for some odd reason.<br/><br/>His pickup truck sped on down the road towards the building in the horizon.  It was the first thing heâ€™d seen that wasnâ€™t a field in quite some time, much to his relief.  â€œDamn country,â€ He said with a sigh as he rolled down his window.  He was starting to get sick and tired of traveling after logging so many hours behind that wheel.  Tyler tapped the dashboard, watching the tank of fuel get lower and lower as he drove.<br/><br/>Tyler had been in Phoenix Arizona when everything went to hell.  After his friends were all killed back at the Cosco he decided to get out of dodge and head east.  Heâ€™d made multiple stops and killed 100 times as many zombies as he went.  In the scheme of things he would definitely by considered a professional zombie killer.  It had gotten to the point where instead of being scared to death of the zombies he actually took a sick pleasure in killing them.  Tyler actually liked to have a little fun, make things entertaining.  When the world was in a state of chaos and happiness was hard to come by you had to enjoy the little things.  If hitting zombies at a driving range with golf balls wasnâ€™t one of those enjoyable moments, then life was truly worthless.<br/><br/>Tyler wasnâ€™t constantly on the move though.  He had actually tried to stay in one place for awhile.  He ganged up with a group of people in Tulga Okalahoma and even hooked up with a girl there for awhile.  Eventually though they ended up dieing just like his friends had before, even his girl.  Heartbroken, angry, and bitter, he left and swore never to stay in one place from then on.  He didnâ€™t want to grow attached to anyone only to watch them get eaten by a bunch of mutated freaks.<br/><br/>â€œOh no..come on baby, come on donâ€™t stop now,â€ He said worriedly as his truck began to coast, now completely out of fuel.  It moved forward a ways before coming to a halt.  He groaned in frustration and grabbed his shotgun and backpack before kicking him the door to his truck.  A zombie had walked in front of the door as it slammed open, smashing into it.  The zombie fell to the ground and Tyler placed his steel toed boot right on the zombieâ€™s chest.  He lowered the shotgun to its face and fired, blowing its head clean off.  He pulled his foot back and leaned the shotgun against his shoulder.<br/><br/>It was at times like this he wished he had a sawed off shotgun, but all the same he made good use of what he had.  He heard another familiar growl as a zombie climbed on top of the truck.  Without hesitation he aimed the shotgun and fired just as the zombie leaped forward.  The blast hit it square in the chest and it flew backwards, arms and legs out stretched.  A third and final zombie ran around the corner.  With no time to aim at such a close range he swung the barrel of the shotgun into its face.  Momentarily stunned the zombie stumbled.  It was all the time Tyler needed to pull his knife from its sheathe and slash it across the zombies throat.  A bowie knife to the throat is a death sentence for any zombie.  It nearly decapitates it completely in one cut.  It stared at him, blood pouring from its throat before it fell onto its knees.  Its face landed in the dirt and quickly received a curve stomp to the back of the head to finish the job completely.<br/><br/>Tyler spat at the zombies dead carcass as he turned around to kick the first kill in the stomach, just to make sure.  Not bothering to check the second body he looked ahead, a restaurant; a beacon of light in the darkness known as the zombie apocalypse.  His brow furrowed and his heart sank as he saw light reflect off of a scope of a sniper rifle.  He knew there were people there now.  He would stop for awhile, just long enough to get fuel somewhere, and then he would leave again.  He didnâ€™t want to be a burden on the people there and he had a promise to keep to himself.<br/><br/>Putting the bowie knife back into its sheathe Tyler began to walk forward down the road towards the building.  He turned on his heal and fired the shotgun, more out of instinct then anything as the second zombie he had shot stopped dead in its tracks.  A shot to the chest usually wasnâ€™t enough, but two from a shotgun tended to do the trick.  This was mostly because this second shot literally cut its torso in two.  It landed on the ground in half, and Tyler spat in disgust at the sight.  He quickly curved stomped its head before returning to walking.