"I am leaving the town to the invaders: increasingly numerous, mediocre, dirty, badly behaved, shameless tourists." - Brigitte Bardot
In a world that is gradually going to shit, Johnny and his friends have learned to just drive. In hopes that the only knowledge that have learned of tourists, they travel north to colder ground. But not only must they fear the undead, they must fear a world of people who have forgotten how to live. In their seemingly endless journey they meet Kadin, some badass chick, and her older brother Tjan, who seemingly have uncovered a key to surviving this apocalypse.
My life was a mess before the world went to shit, so when humanity was exiled from the face of the earth, it didn't surprise me. Why should it? My life made no sense before the world ended, so why should it all of a sudden change? Why should the dead walking around change anything? Because we as humans expect the dead to stay in their coffins or remain as scattered ashes? Just because we are living we expect to be of greater importance than the deceased. I am Zelda, and I got lucky when everybody else lost it all.