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Every generation laughs at the old fashions, but follows religiously the new.
“…Something about a truck in a farmer’s field. A no trespass sign, you got time to kill…” Trixie sang to herself as she maneuvered the Rough N Ready buggy back onto the shore. Every time she climbs into that beat up thing, Rémy’s goofy grin would flash across her memory. He was like a kid in a candy store the day he brought home the bare metal frame and four tires. She, of course, couldn’t believe he actually paid money for it. Rémy always had the passion for mechanics and wanted to build the ultimate off-roader, no matter the cost. She’d been driving it around this deserted, dead town for a couple months now, thankful now for his determination and skill. As she headed to the make-shift building the undead had started constructing, Trixie laughed to herself. Rémy would have loved the fact that his masterpiece was being used to run them down, shaking her head while she cocked her gun, “Ain’t nothing ’bout it luck, there’s something ’bout a truck.”