"Romeo, stop playing with that!" I yelled at the black cat lounging across the dash board, lazily batting the fuzzy dice of the 'stolen' car with his one white paw. Ripping the hot pink item off the rear view mirror I tossed them into the back seat, causing the feline to give me an almost irked look that comes second nature to cats.
I often kept the radio on during the drives across long desolate strips of high way. It kept me and my companions entertained with the white noise and occasional snips of left over static we'd pick up passing radio stations. And if we were lucky we'd pick up the daily broadcasts of citizen Z. His broadcasts had started a few weeks ago, I'd just happened to have had my car radio on when his first broadcast hit the airwaves, a crazy rant about survival and reaching out before a blast of old rock music. He was a handy resource in the current post apocalyptic world, daily updates of large scale zombie movements and other important updates a girl could strategically use for survival.
Suddenly the radio picked up a signal, an old music station dedicated to what at the time had been considered alternative rock. The familiar chords of a classic rock song filled the chaise of the powder pink caddy I'd lifted in Vegas. I'd decided a long time ago that if I was going to live through the zombie apocalypse, I was going to do it in style. Leveling my black leather heel clad foot on the pedal my slender fingers raised the volume to a deafening volume.
I'd been driving aimlessly for months. I'd spent the last year just driving cross country, turning around when I saw ocean, traveling west to east this time. I'd already spent most of the end of the world alone. I'd had human company at first, a boyfriend from before the end, a couple friends. But none of them had really been the surviving type, most of them died within the first few weeks. The rest I'd ditched to better my own chance of survival.
They were the type who saw the end of the world as a loud drug fueled endless party. And noisy end of the world drug parties didn't really scream survival in a world where noise attracted the flesh eating dead things. A small survival flaw if your incapable of killing or out running the slowest horde of zombies.
Glancing at the road sign as it disappeared past the car I estimated I was somewhere in the lower end of Pennsylvania, where there was nothing but open fields and the occasional small town. I zoomed up the highway gloved hands tapping on the steering wheel to the beat of the song playing.
Glancing into the seat next to me I see the tan pit bull curled up in the seat, a black cat perched on top of her peacefully sleeping body. We'd been driving for a while when the car started to sputter, I knew I'd been pushing her on empty for a few miles now and she was finally ready to die on me. Pulling off to the side of the highway I coasted until stalling to a stop.
"Fuck." I muttered slamming my palm into the steering wheel, grabbing the small pistol from the center consule next to me.
"Stay here." I told the two animals who were now sitting up watching me, before climbing out of the low car. Standing in the middle of the abandoned road I looked around, making sure the area was free of zombies or potential human threats. Rolling my shoulders to release the tension in them from the long drive as I walked towards the large trunk of the vehicle. Popping the lid I sifted through the many red plastic gas canisters I'd collected, looking for a full one.
"Shit." I breath out, shaking the last can.
"Shit!" I throw the bottle across the highway. Looking around again, I'm in the fucking middle of nowhere. With another groan I head back to the car ready to pack up and abandoned my sweet pink ride. Pulling on my flannel and leather jacket before stuffing as much as I can in the soft tan leather backpack.
Tucking the pistol into my waist band at the small of my back I grab Romeo, gently placing him in my brown suede messenger bag. Slinging it across my body before pulling on my backpack. Holding the door open I let out a low whistle, signaling Juliet to hop out of the car.
