Meanwhile, in the not-so-distant city of angels.
The sight of a working car in the apocalypse was as rare as finding an eel's egg. When the group of survivors heard an engine rumbling in the distance, their hearts skipped a beat.
The West Coast was doomed. At least from the whispers and rumors they heard. California had fallen, and everyone wanted to leave the state, but leaving on foot was more dangerous than staying there.
However, that changed with a car.
They ran towards the noise with everything they had. Even so, they weren't careless. The noise would attract not only other survivors but zombies and even mutants.
"Climb up and see what's happening," the burly man and the group's leader said, shoving a couple of people upstairs.
"It's an old jeep!" someone yelled from above.
"Of course it's an old vehicle," the man scoffed. "Did you expect to find a sports car there? Tell me what's happening around it!"
