Mikaela pulled up to a gas station and looked around. The zombies she was used to, it was other people she was becoming less and less familiar with. Occasionally she had a twinge of regret for leaving LA, but then she remembered Sam crying in the fetal position after Optimus told him they were leaving to avoid becoming victims of the plague and killing machines should that happen, thus destroying the peace they fought so hard to BLAH BLAH BLAH. His toy robots left and now he was no more than the whiny crybaby he was before he found Bumblebee. He wasn't there for her when her dad got infected and he sure as hell wasn't the one holding the socket wrench she had to defend herself with when the disease took over. Good riddance. She pulled up to the gas station and grabbed the shotgun she'd picked up around Yuma, stepping slowly out of the car, checking her surroundings for the diseased. After securing her car, she tried to fill up, groaning at the realization the the pump was dry. Just fuckin' great.
She looked across the street and noticed a seemingly deserted Star Mart and her stomach started rumbling. The parking lot was littered with body parts and burnt out cars. She patted the hood of her dad's Impala and sighed. "Let's get across the street and find some food. Then maybe we can find another gas station." Talking to cars... a sad side effect of spending way too much time with Sam. She climbed back into the car, pulling away from the pump, slowing to a stop as a jeep drove by. She did a double take. Not only did it appear to be an actual, living, uninfected chick driving, it also looked like a really, really hot uninfected chick driving.