The Cheshire's Zombie Sniper (Older Version)

Welcome to the Fu-Bar

Cheshire hasn't said a word since Garnett died and neither has Warren.

Warren sits in the back of the truck and states off into space while Cheshire lays on the roof of the vehicle. Doc drives with Murphy in passenger and Cassandra next to Warren. 10k in the trunk watching over Cheshire as she rests.

Addy and Mack ride on the motorcycle they found making sure to check if they're still behind them.

Citizen Z finally hooked up to Cheshire's Bluetooth headphones. She can hear him, but he can't hear her. Maybe that's a good thing because he'd hear how broken she is.

"Good morning, people. Good morning, Naya. Welcome to the 3rd day of the 6th month of the year 03 A.Z. If you're listening to this, it means you're still alive. So congratulations. Or condolences. You know, whatever. If you're noticing more despair in my voice than usual today, it's because we lost someone special. I know, we lose people all he time. Getting your face chewed off by a Z is more common than making it to your next birthday. But this guys...... this one's worth mentioning."

He pauses and takes a deep breath.

"Charles Garnett, First Sergeant, Army National Guard Reservist, was an honest to God, real life, actual good guy. He fought for other people, not just for his own survival. And he did something that's pretty much impossible these days. He gave people hope. Remember hope? Remember thinking that we might actually come out on the other side of this thing? Yeah. That. Sergeant Garnett died trying to give us a reason to hope. And for that....... Sergeant Charles Garnett. On behalf of a grateful nation, or whatever the hell we are now, we salute you."

The wind whips Cheshire's hair back as they fly down the road. Suddenly the car makes a popping sound and the radiator gives out.

The truck slows to a stop and Mack and Addy turn around. Doc pops open the trunk and steam breaks free and flies into Murphy's face.

10k and Cas hop out and Mack and Addy pull to a stop. 10k crawls underneath the truck to see if its anything he can 'fix.'

"Radiator?" (Mack)

"Yeah." (Doc)

"Fixable?" (Mack)

"Don't know." (Doc)

"Gee, if we only had a mechanic." Murphy whines.

"You got to let her deal, man." (Doc) "She and Naya got that post-traumatic stress."

"They've got post-traumatic stress? The whole world's got post-traumatic stress. Actually there isn't anything post about it. We all got plain ol' present tense, all traumatic, all stress all the time. What makes them so special?" Murphy makes his way over to Warren and tries to talk to her.

Cheshire blocks out most of the conversation and focuses on her sorrowful music from Citizen Z.

"Alright. Addy and I will scout up ahead." Mack adjusts his helmet. "See if we can get some help."

"We will?" She asks confused.

"Yeah." He climbs onto the bike.

"Yeah, I dunno, guys. I think we should stick together." Doc argues.

"No, don't worry, Doc. We're just gonna scou ahead and circle back around and find you. I mean it's not like you're getting far in the truck. Come on Addy." He pulls his protector down and starts to engine.

Addy climbs into the back of the truck and gently shakes Cheshire.

"Naya? I'm going with Mack to do look for help. I'll be right back, okay?" Addy asks the silent girl. She gets a small nod from the girl.