"I was in some littel dump called Hoover with a flat tire on my car when the outbreak hit. Another carload of tourists were there inside this crappy littel gift shop that had a gas pump and a small repair shop. i heard a large commotion inside the shop and stuck my head out the shop door. I nearly got clipped by a 45 slug that bounced off the doorsill. i took cover and the gunfire continued for more than a minute. The mechanic got hit by a stray rifle round and was down. I took cover behnd some oil barrels. when the shooting stopped i peeked out and saw no movement. I was wearing high heels and was in no shape to wander around. then i spotted fluids running out from under my car. the engine had caught a shotgun slug and was mortally wounded. the other car was already burning. I cursed my bad luck and stepped into the gift shop.

it was an ugly mess. apprently there had been someone who had turned in teh back room and had broken out. THe shopkeeper opened up with a shotgun and apprently one of the shoppers had been armed with a pair of 45s. no one survived. I helped myself to the weapons and some better clothing and boots. i found a few boxes of shotgun ammo under the counter and three spare clips for the 45 in the waistband of one guys pants. not much, but enough. No wheels were to be found except a crappy riding lawn mower. I can walk faster than that piece of crap drives. I was afoot. i dug through the shop and found some food and drinks i stuffed in a schoolbag i found in the shop. it was cold out so i grabbed a heavy coat from the rack as well. it was at least 50 miles back to the nearest stop so i walked farther north. After several hours walking I spotted a farm some distance ahead. the farmhouse was burned out but teh barn and machine shed were intact. the vehicles were gone but they had overlooked a Ford 4000 tractor. It took me a bit to figure it out but i got it running and filled it with diesel fuel from a tank i found. It was slow but 25 MPH was better than walking. I gunned down several dead heads along the way and for some reason i decided pierre was the place to go. I ended up there after a couple days of driving and i acquired a taste for killing dead heads along the way. the rest of what you see, came from killing dead heads and work in pierre."

The four of us sat around the table drinking whiskey and listening to her story. It was a hell of a tale for sure.