Bill stands in the garage, looking at an armored delivery truck right in fron of him, smoking a cigarette. The war veteran pats the truck, hearing leaves crackle behind him.
"Whoa" Zoey says, now wearing tight blue jeans, a pink shirt and a light red hoodie, her hair in a pony tail"guess our luck is getting better?"
Bill turns looking at her,"I'd say it's bad luck wearing dead people's clothes. But that's just me".
Zoey shakes her head,"it's better than nothing".
"Actually..."
"Nevermind, forgot all men have dirty minds" Zoey goes to the driver's side,"this our ticket out?" She turns to Bill.
"If we find the keys...." Bill takes one last drag, throwing his cigarette on the ground.
"Ah" Zoey pulls out a pair of keys from her jean's pocket,"that's what these are for".
Bill watches her start up the engine,"didn't think these folks made enough green to get themselves this much protection".
"You'd be suprised, plus this looks military owned" she turns to Bill,"found a couple dead soldiers in the basement, they didn't have bites".
"Scoot" Bill orders Zoey,"I highly doubt you know how to drive these big boys".
Zoey moves her small butt into the passenger seat, as Bill gets into the driver's,"doesn't look too hard".
Bill puts the truck in reverse driving out of the garage,"wonder" putting it now in drive,"if they keep dead bodies in the back".
"Haha" Zoey replies looking out the window,"I never thought I'd live to see the world fall apart like....like this".
Bill drives down the dark lonely road, a couple of parked cars on the side of the road,"when I was on the field back in the day, I seen people do horrible stuff to each other".
"Nothing worse than this, right?" Zoey asks turning to him.
"I met this kid, he was fearless. His name was Kyle Long" Bill continues,"he got killed in battle, he saved my life".
"I'm sorry" Zoey tells him, as she adjusts her hair tie,"were you two close?"
"We were best friends, ever since that day I keep thinking it should have been me. But I kept reminding myself, if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be here" lighting up another cigarette,"last one" rolling down the window throwing the empty pack out.
"Shit happens, right?" Turning to him.
"Shit happens everyday" Bill takes a drag,"but you gotta remember, life is made up of many choices, good or bad. You know what I learned that day? Dying a hero is worth more than dying for nothing."
"Like Louis?" Zoey asks him, noticing the fog picking up.
"Like Louis" then Bill stomps on the brake staring ahead of them.
Zoey looks out the front window, staring at the scene in front of them,"OH...MY....GOD".
A Tank lays on the ground in front of them, it's head missing from the huge shoulders, and both of it's huge arms on the other side of the road. Blood everywhere on the road, looking like a train ran over it.
"What the hell happened to him?" Zoey asks, fear in her voice not believing the sight in front of her.
Bill replies taking out his gun, flicking his cigarette out the window,"I'm thinking we got bigger problems, and I'm all out of cigarettes".
