Info About My Zombie Driving Apocalypse
Dark highways wind through broken towns. A reinforced ride sports heavy bumpers and armored windows. Drivers watch gauges flicker under constant strain. Each crash dents steel and eats precious fuel.
Pit crews in deserted garages install engine upgrades and new weapons. Gatling guns spit fire at crowds. Flamethrowers carve paths through tight blockades. Slow undead topple under steady aim. Fast ones test every reflex.
Flickering headlights carve shapes out of dust clouds. Distant moans echo across empty streets. Cracked windshields catch every twitch of the undead horde. Roaring engines and grinding metal fill the cabin. Every chase layers new tension.