Zane ran off from the gas station where he had nearly been forcibly taken by the soldiers of the National Guard to what he could only expect was some kind of force labor for the sake of what little control the United States government still had over its cities.
And it was only after he was safely in the crowd of undead that he could sigh in relief. It was funny when he thought about it. To everyone else, the undead were the most frightening part about this whole apocalyptic reality that humanity now found itself in.
But among the dead, Zane could breathe a sigh of relief. It was among the enemy of humanity that he was safest. But even then, he suspected that the moment humans attacked the undead he would immediately aggro those creatures which were this new world's masters.