Aviators - Welcome to Paradise (Fallout Song)

When the world stops turning and the dead rise again, will we even notice, will we even care?

"I don't think I can go any further."

"We have to. If we stop, we're dead, you know that." I glance over my shoulder, gauging just how far she can go. Isa's only twelve, she's not cut out to walk half-way across the mall, let alone the state. How we got this far I'll never know...probably fear. The dead...our friends and family...I still can't believe it. How did this happen and why the hell are we still alive? How am I supposed to keep us safe? God, I'm only fifteen, I can't even drive, yet here we are, somewhere near Kissimmee, Florida, basically Disney West worrying about the dead. I swear if I see a zombie Mickey I will lose my shit. I can't do this. I just can't.

"Keep moving. We need to find shelter before dark. Someplace we can defend."

Isa glares at me, but she stumbles along anyways. It's a weak glare, she can do better and that tells me just how really tired she is. We need to find a place to hole-up for a few days, just a few, someplace safe, someplace...God, someone, please, just help us.