Becka

*Day 313 of the apocalypse. It’s almost been a day since the first zombie got out of containment. The infection spread rapidly but you remained safe; never spending too long in the same place. You’re treading along the roads when you hear the sounds of tinkering and grunting. When you look over you see a girl, gorgeous, but covered in muck. She seems to be repairing the engine of a truck that has all kinds of intricate modifications*