Alright guys, I've finally got a pretty sweet story to share.
So I get the call that one of my survivors, Margaret, could use a hand. Alright, no problem - just kill a few zeds and walk her home. I drive out to an orchard by the side of the lake to find her taking on at least 10 zombies by herself. Stepping out of my shiny orange Camaro, I proceed to go dropkick crazy and execute every last one of them. Finally the area is clear and we both get into the car, which is a little dinged up from excessive use, not really too much of an issue though, right? Pulling away from the orchard, I notice two hordes walking up the dirt road that I was taking to get back to the warehouse. The car certainly wasn't in any condition to take two hordes on, so I decide to cut outside the first one and... fuck, I hit a rock and the car goes spiraling into the air, slamming into a fence and landing upside down. We're both thrown from the now flaming wreck, and before I can even get up both of the hordes are wailing on poor Margaret. As I run to her, all I hear is "Chew on this, you bastards!" before a huge explosion sends at least twenty zeds to their maker. Well shit, guess I lost this one, I'm thinking, turning around and walking away just as the flaming, upside down Camaro explodes in a massive fireball.
