"Jesus Christ," Happy muttered to himself, frozen with surprise as the zombie shuffled from the trash and the woman removed its jaw. If it had been Happy, he never would've seen that coming. Sometimes, he honestly wondered how he'd managed to survive this long. He took a moment to compose himself and then crawled into the cab of the truck beside her. He automatically buckled his seat-belt and then settled back with something like relief in his expression. Sure, it wasn't that safe in here but it was a lot safer than out there.
"Is the whole city so bad?" he asked, able to finally pose the question he'd been too preoccupied with surviving to ask. Surely there were places, somewhere (like wherever they were going now, jeez he really was a little too trusting), where more people were holed up. Maybe trying to figure out the problem. People like Tony or Reed Richards or someone, anyone. Someone had to be fixing this.