Erik drove the Mustang slowly though the city. The towering steel and glass structures of a post apocalyptic city stared down at him. The dead walked around the car for the most part uninterested in the noise that didn’t smell like food. It still took a long time to move through and it was approaching evening by the time they had reached the last 12-story building.
“Grandma Ann lives on First street. Last house on the left,” said Kali with a smile.
“Of course, last house on the left,” Erik snapped, “it couldn’t be first house right the hell in front of me! I need a beer.” He then reached into his duffel bag and fumbled around till he found one. He opened the warm can and drank it quickly. He then opened the window and hit a passing teenage prom queen with the can. The zombie growled and began toward them but Erik drove away and turned right onto First.
The street began at the base of a large hill