Deciding that getting out of the city would increase her odds of living, hoping that the zombies wouldn't be as concentrated outside the city, Amber continued to drive down the road in the old Cadillac, watching as the scenery turned from metropolitan to urban, suburban, and finally wooded. As she continued her drive, the car started sputtering and groaning, lurching occasionally as it started to slow down.
"No, no, no!" Amber cried as she banged on the steering wheel, the car now stopped completely in the middle of the woods. "Lets see what I can find in here..." she muttered to herself, opening the glovebox. Papers, a huge pile of unpaid parking tickets, and a pair of scissors. Checking in the back seat, she found several old magazines and a moldy ski mask. Hopping outside to pop the trunk, Amber hoped desperately for a shirt, or something she could use as clothing, her only wearing her blue and white striped panties, nothing else.
Lifting up the trunk, she saw what looked like a shirt! Pulling it out, she held it up and saw that it was a 'wife beater' tank top, "Better than nothing." She muttered to herself as she slipped it on, only to find that it was a few sizes too small. Because of her breasts, the shirt only came down to just above her belly button, and the shirt was thin enough it was practically see-through. Digging through the rest of the trunk, she managed to find a crowbar, but no footwear.
"Time to see what I can find." Amer said to herself a sister she continued her trek out and away from the city. Barefoot and only wearing her panties and a too-small tank top, she looke around for a store, a house, anything where she could find help. Or supplies.