Alex's foot slammed on the brake so hard she felt a pop in her ankle and she slammed her hand on the steering wheel. "Mother...FUCKER," She groaned. There was a gas station and was that a...person in the car in the driveway or were the zombies evolving into lumps of flesh with motor skills. Even more appealing about this white trash utopia was the starmart. If Marissa Cooper was her companion, she would vehemently protest them even going ten feet in front of the Starmart. However, Marissa WASN'T around. Alex got to make the calls.
She backed her jeep up and pulled up directly next to the sleek, sexy old muscle car and she leaned out of her car, revolver in hand, pointing it to the brunette behind the wheel.
"What's the capitol of Wisconsin?" Alex asked. She had no idea why Wisconsin was the first state to come to mind, but if she was infected she wouldn't be able to answer that, right?