The streets were surprising clear as Ashley made his way deeper into the city. It seemed like the city was still mostly intact, given the general lack of plants to break up the buildings in downtown. He imagined Central park had likely gotten signifigantly larger, but with only two years since the sudden, violent, decline of humanity it hadn't all been wiped away just yet.<br/><br/>It wasn't hard to imagine where Zombies would be heading, especially when he could still see the plume of smoke in his rear-view mirror. Of course, moving Zombies meant more active Zombies, and that meant even in the light of day, it would much more dangerous, still, the farther away from his daily allotment of destruction, the better, settled Zombies tended not to move around so much, and therefore, tended to ambush one less, in hoards, then large groups on the move.<br/><br/>He never had the fierce hatred for them that most humans seemed to have developed. Though, he supposed the fact that he hadn't had any family members try to eat him during the initial outbreak help. He took solace in the fact that his parents were probably still at his home, though considerably worse for wear.<br/><br/>"Now," he said to himself, "if I were a bank, where would I hide?"<br/><br/>He laughed, and slowed down, pulling up to a Zombie who'd wandered out into the street, likely because of the sound of his engine.<br/><br/>"Could I trouble you for directions?" he asked, rolling down his window, and firing his 9mm from his lap as the Zombie gave a low moan, causing the mangled former human to collapse to the pavement.<br/><br/>"New Yorkers..." he said to himself. He laughed again and drove on. He imagined the marble-stepped building, with pillars, that said, 'New York Savings and Loan,'  was probably the right place.