You sit in the passenger seat listening to Infictive County Radio. So close to your dream town, yet so far. You wait and wait. You help yourself to one of dude's ciggys to help relieve the boredom. Then the car battery dies and its no more fucking radio. No dome light. You nod off in the car after the smoke. You are woken up by fingernails on the window where your face is resting. You see its a zombie! Dead eyes stare back at you. Its morning and the car is surrounded by about seventeen of those things!