Even on a sunny and warm day, death and destruction lay around the land. Fires raged from some buildings and vehicles as death, zombies and blood all around. They would be able to slip out of the city pretty easily. Despite the fact they would have to weave through wreckages and plow through a few stray normal zombies. They got lucky and faced no ‘special’ infected like those new predator zombies, witches or boomers. This was so as the police had made a safe zone for all uninfected and due to the noise, it was drawing most of the undead to them.<br/><br/>The highway they came onto was a 4 lane, after a junction that you could only go straight from and turning left, was M-95. A long and normally not so busy highway. Now with the zombie apocalypse, it was completely bare. Then again, the road was still dangerous and it was now heavy with slush and was not cleared because crews were either dead or undead. This presented another hazard of a car accident due to slippery roads. M-95 was about 75 ish miles from Marquette to Iron Mountain, Damien’s hometown and their next destination. The road would have no zombies of any kind and with good reason. Surrounding snow was still a good 1-2 feet deep off the road. No doubt many would be stuck or nearly immobilized. So, the ride would be slow and uneventful. The highways scenery would be that of nothing but evergreen filled, forested areas on the sides with the occasion bear oak or maple tree and clearings. Depending on Sarah’s speed and caution, it could take from 2-4 hours. Including time spent at possible rest stops for the group.<br/><br/>Damien had slept a fair 3/4rths of the time it took for the ride. At the Junction of M-95 that lead to Iron Mountain, there would be a road block of several crashed vehicles and a tanker semi blocking all parts of the road. By now it was about, close to or after mid day. In the wrecks and around lay dead bodies of both zombies and once living.