(This is a continuation from the solo thread)<br/>*Day eight. The morning had been rough. Killing was never fun. But he managed to dispatch all the undead that had come his way. He even had managed to bury them. He also managed to find a working vehicle. A nice old mustang that roared to life. He was now on the road. He passed a few zombies  and even a few vehicles. He had even passed a woman with a rolling backpack, but she had seemed to be more of a burden than anything. He didn't even see that she had a weapon. So he went on by, as bad as it felt to do that, but karma is a bitch and not two miles down the road, he plowed into one of the abandoned vehicles on the road as his tire went out. He stayed conscious long enough to ensure nothing was broken and that the doors and windows were intact, then he blacked out.*<br/><br/>*He awoke later with a throbbing headache to the sound of something beating on his door.* Ugh... *He looked and, to no surprise of his, it was a zombie. He reached around for his pistol and couldn't find it at first. He found it in the floorboard. He also noticed the smell of gas.* Oh this day just gets better and better. *He popped a shot through the window straight into the zombie's forehead. It slumped down the window leaving a bloody trail.* Oh that's pleasant... *He kicked open the door and crawled out making sure to get his weapons and supplies. He looked at the gas leaking out from under and shrugged.* A burial fit for a king? *He laughed and nearly cried out in pain at the now apparent ache in his ribs.* Crap, must have some internal bruising... *He stood up straight and and reached into his pack for a flare. He grabbed his gear and backed off a ways. He lit the flare and tossed it into the gas pooling with the blood. He was gratified with an instant explosion. He knew the commotion would attract the dead, but it would also work to stop anyone trying to drive straight through, as even a horde of fleshy bodies would stop any vehicle. He hoped anyway, or the rest f his day he might not like all that much. Specially if he joined in the zombie's hunt for fresh flesh...* Well here they come... *He stood on top of an abandoned pickup and pulled out his rifle. He shot the first zombie to come out of the woods. He waited for more.*