The cab has a Marine driving and a couple used-up, sad-for-life homeless ladies. There are six people in the flatbed and they yell at you to get the fuck off the truck. There's no room for you. You refuse so they kick your gripping fingers and you fall to the pavement so hard you're stunned. The truck roars on away. You struggle up, engulfed in pain and bleeding from road rash. There's hundreds of zombies all around. Closing in like a solid wall. No breaks, no escapes. You know you are going to die. It's a sick bitter feeling in your veins.