Only the occasional moan broke the terrible silence. Flies and insects erted the still air. The day was young, with the sun just peeking through the horizon. Normally cars would be flying through the highway at this time, but not now, they now lied on their sides, forever stuck with no tow truck to fetch them. Several undead shuffled on the highway, occasionally bumping into the cars. But above the groans and the shuffling, if one listened intently, a lighter, more controlled set of feet could be heard. A group of students where making their way through the highway.