We've been driving for what felt like hours. By now we were so far away from the compound I couldn't even see it anymore. The hordes of undead had thinned out so much that you could almost believe there was no outbreak. 

   Ghost and I stayed silent the whole ride. We sat in awkward silence until Ghost slowly leaned over and flicked on the radio, I heard the cds in the cd player move before Blue Oyster Cult's: "(Don't Fear) The Reaper," blasted through the speakers. 

    I heard his sing some of the versus to himself and I snorted at him. Could this be an even more ironic song? I thought to myself as I watched the scenery go by. Walking slowly from the tree-line, a woman wearing a tattered blue skirt and a dirty white blouse. Her hair hung in dark clumps on her decomposing scalp, her flesh was a pale whitish-green. She looked so sad and lonely.

    "Slow down." I told Ghost and he gave me a weird look, but he did as I asked him too.

     "Why do you want me to-" I didn't let him finish what he was saying, I was already out of the car and closing the door behind me.

   The rotting woman's attention was now on me and with stiff steps, she lumbered her way over to me. The pole still clenched tightly in my hand, I waited for her to get closer before I started swinging. Her eyes were glazed over and she was close enough now I could smell the stench of decomposition clinging to her.

    I brought the pole up like a baseball bat before bringing it down against her skull. The pole vibrated all the way up my arms, making my fingers tingle, but it did the trick. The woman's skull was so decomposed, that it was like I had beat through warm butter. When I pulled the pole from her head, I wiped the browning blood onto her white blouse. I climbed my way back into the jeep and Ghost started the jeep up again and we were back to driving.

    "What was that all about?" Ghost asked, he didn't take his eyes off the road.
I shrugged, "I don't know." I whispered, keeping my eyes trained on the scenery.
He didn't ask anymore questions and if he did I wouldn't have any answers. I had no idea why I stopped the car to take out the now actually dead woman, it just felt like the right thing to do.

    We fell back into our silence and I leaned over and turned the music up. That was the last of out conversation for the next twenty-or so miles.