Nathan couldn't believe what he had heard. The static on his radio had, at long last, given way to a real life human voice. The three words that he had heard shook him to his core: 'survivors... New York'. This meant that he wasn't the only person alive. The message he had gotten was only a few words of the sentence being said, but it must have meant that there were survivors in New York. Maybe there were thousands.<br/><br/>Nathan knew what he had to do. He had to go to New York and meet up with the other survivors... but first he'd need transportation. Getting from California to New York on foot would be nearly impossible.<br/><br/>All of the cars on the streets were empty and busted, as if their drivers all just disappeared at once. Some of them were smashed into deserted shops and restaurants that sat just behind the sidewalk. None of them looked particularly operational, whats more he didn't want to check them because Zombies rather enjoyed hiding in backseats, waiting to spring on the unsuspecting.<br/><br/>There was a hummer that looked to be in good shape. It had crashed into a smaller car, but it sustained little if any damage. Nathan approached it slowly, glancing nervously into the windows of the other cars he had to pass. The hummer's windows were darkly tinted. He had to press a cupped hand against the glass and move his face to within an inch of it to see through it. The back seat was empty. He sighed in relief and opened the driver's door. A rotting corpse sprung from the front seat and tackled him, pinning him to the hard pavement and knocking his shotgun from his hand.<br/><br/>The Zombie was fat and heavy. He must have been a little smarter than the others. Clearly he managed to eat well. Gore dripped from his rotten brown teeth as he growled down at Nathan. Nathan punched the thing a few times with his right hand, distracting it and making it angry while he wiggled his left arm free and grabbed the TEC-9 in his pocket. The gun rattled as he sent half a clip through the Zombies head. Thick blood and gore showered down on him. He shoved the lifeless body off of himself, scrambled to his feet, and climbed into the hummer. Luckily the keys were still in it.<br/><br/>Nathan revved up the car and stepped on the gas, making sure to run over the lifeless zombie that had attacked him. A 'double tap' was hardly warranted but it fell good all the same. He smiled as the hummer bobbed up and down as the front and then the back tires tread over the fat body.<br/><br/>First Nathan stopped by his bunker and loaded the hummer with supplies, then he started off towards the highway. He wasn't sure how to get to New York, all he knew was that it was in a general north eastern direction. He continued to scan the radio waves as he drove through the empty streets, trying to get another dose of human voice. With his eyes he scanned the streets and sidewalks, looking at the zombies gathered in some spots and sometimes spread out. Both Nathan and the zombies were ever vigilant for unlikely survivors.