It was strange Sam Harris thought as he rode, his legs moving like pistons driving the cycle onwards. Before the infection his fake courier bike and uniform had been great cover for his drug dealing. With the added advantage of being able to slide through blocked traffic with the greatest of ease if the cops or other dealers where after him.<br/><br/>But that was way back when and there where no blocked traffic any more because there was no traffic and sure as hell he was in no city. No cities where just one big heap of Zombies with your living chances pretty close to zero. So here he was cycling along this road in the middle of nowhere being boiled by the sun riding high in the blue sky.<br/><br/>He crested the hill coming to a stop and looked down on the town below. Quiet as towns where now a days but peaceful well that remained to be seen. Sam contemplated, go around? But his food was pretty well gone and who knows how far the next town would be and would it be any better?<br/><br/>Pushing the bike into motion he began to freewheel down the hill and then pedaling as he hit the bottom, One advantage of the bike was its relative quiet, just the hiss of the tires on the road. Ride in along main street first sign of zombies and he was so out of there. He closed the distance moving through the outer housing, weaving occasionally around the parked or abandoned vehicles.<br/><br/>He slowed, there was a figure walking along the main street and Sam stopped turning the bike so it was side on to the advancing figure. If it were a zombie he would head back out of town, if not then he would see. But for now he just watched the figure, occasionally checking the area around him as well, cautious kept you alive.<br/>