Matt awoke as the sun rose. After five minutes of scrambling around, gathering sparse belongings, and loading his rifle, he walked out of his tent, yawning. He'd been travelling with this caravan for a while, and now those assholes had left with the cars. Great. Zombie apocalypse or not, no reason to be a dick about it. So now they had to decide where to go next.<br/><br/>He walked to one of the cars, and sat up on it, rifle lying carelessly in his lap. He scratched his chin. We need to get to the evacuation point, he thought, and all we've got to worry about is a few thousand undead abominations between here and there. Not disconcerting at all.