Just look at Earth right now, fallen into complete chaos in the matter of a month. There may be a safe place somewhere out there buts it's definitely not in America. We got it the worst since it started here, we were completely unprepared. Oh well hopefully the people in Russia or Australia are doing better. I doubt it but you never know, maybe they were ready for the apocalypse.

It was around 9 am when I woke up in the back seat of the Volvo. I yawned stretching my arms out like an oversized cat and saw that Lance was currently driving. " Hey Lance what state are in? " I said yawning again right in the middle of the question when I said state. I rubbed my eyes sitting up " I think we are either are in North Carolina or we just entered South Carolina" He answered sounding tired as well. This right here was the bad thing about driving 24/7 like us, you get tired so then someone only gets half a night's sleep. Only reason we could do it for so long is because we were teenagers and we know how to go to sleep at three am then wake up four hours later and be able to not be tired.

" Ok where do you think is a good place stop?" I asked remembering our bank plan. " I'm not really sure but if I see a Bank of America I will tell you" Lance said. I looked to Info who was sleeping in the passenger seat with her arm on her chin keeping her propped up and slightly curly ebony hair splayed all around her face. I smiled softly at her, I could never figure out how she got comfortable in those passenger seats but somehow she sleeps like that. Oh well I guess it's good to be a small person sometimes, my legs can barely even fit when I sit up there.

" Hey do you want to switch off driving?" I asked Lance sitting forward in my seat but Lance just shrugged his skinny shoulders " I think I'm good for now I'm not that tired plus I got to sleep all night yesterday" Lance answered casually. I just sat back against the door putting my legs up on the seat and trying to finger comb my overly long curly hair. I think I seriously needed a good hair cut. I picked up the packet of beef jerky and started chewing on a strip slowly while looking out the window, seeing the occasional zombie who just blankly stared at us while we drove by like a deer in headlights.

We sat like that in the car somewhere in the Carolinas for about 20 minutes before Info started to wake up. She seemed refreshed from sleeping and covered her mouth as she yawned then looked around like a dazed puppy. " So bedsides from almost dying again yesterday how is everybody doing?" Info asked and I chuckled " Oh you know just living for hopefully another 24 hours" I said making her smile as she held out her hand for a strip of jerky that I gave her.

" Alright guys, what bank are we breaking into today?" Lance asked looking over to Info as she chewed the beef jerky thoughtfully. " Well firstly we need to find a bank then we have to get into it and open the door. Or actually I have to open the door" Info said matter of factly. " Agreed, Info will get into the safes security thing and Lance and I will cover you " I said and Lance nodded his head. " Alright then and I spy a Bank of America" Info said and sure enough there was a relatively large Bank of America on our left. " Ok then let's do this" I said as we quickly got out of the car and got to the trunk putting our protective jackets on and grabbing our signature weapons.

info picked up her sledge hammer but faltered a bit, almost dropping it. " Gosh this thing just keeps getting heavier" Info said then looked at my light bat and looked straight at me. " You wouldn't mind trading with me would you?" Info asked with this innocent look on her face and was obviously talking to me. "It's not like I can argue with you and win" I answered smiling softly and reluctantly gave her my bat and she gave me the sledge hammer witch did way quite a bit more but it was nothing I couldn't handle. Oh well it's better just to listen to Info than to get sacrificed to a bunch of zombie by her or worse.

Lance still had his cro-bar and knifes that he still seemed to favor. I had that super-hammer thing that seemed to work pretty good for me when it came to bashing a zombie's head into its skull. Info had decided to try using red spray paint against the zombies since she thought that it would distrust and zombies sense of smell and whatever eyes it still had. It sounded kind of smart to me but that's not saying a lot so I just let her go with it.

Oh well here goes nothing.