Sam put his hand over the top of his eyes to give them shade from the relentless sun as he watched the figure. There was something odd about it and as it turned a corner it became obvious. The figure was carrying a bat, which marked it as being an living man. Zombies carried nothing in their hands whether because they could not or they just preferred not too Sam had never bothered to ask them.<br/><br/>Follow or not? It really was a moot point for two reasons, one the figure may know where there was food and water. Secondly and maybe the more important Sam was lonely. The last few weeks he had not seen a single living person, plenty of zombies yes but living no. Shame that the figure had not been female, Sam really missed that.<br/><br/>He turned the bike and began to pedal after the man confidant that he would soon catch up. As he closed he could faintly hear the sound of a person singing. A female person no less, things where looking up and it was obvious that the man was heading for where the voice was coming from so Sam increased his speed. The singing would attract the zombies and that was always bad news.<br/><br/>Sam turned the corner and saw the man just up ahead and put on a spurt.<br/>