Trike

Everything around them felt unreal. Chae caught on very quickly to the build up of degraded corpses under their feet. By the hundreds, maybe thousands or tens of thousands had become fertilizer for the horrid yet bountiful Armageddon that used to be New York City.

After hearing the broadcast, the young doctor felt a little sick to her stomach and wasn't sure how to proceed.

"Well.... we're not staying here... I refuse to stay in a mass graveyard.. we'll grab what we can and leave."

Chae instructed, forging ahead. Her eyes glanced over to Ronnie and she exhaled heavily. It was like they'd been **** into an uncontrollable heat to rut and breed like animals. She would have never touched another person without their consent otherwise.

Chae went around from car to car, most of the engines had been flooded and they were covered in mossy residue. Her eyes lifted from the car she'd been checking out, travelling over to an overgrown bike shop. It wasn't ideal, but having some sort of wheels would make life easier. So she rammed the door open with her shoulder and stepped inside, squinting around. The lights flickered a couple of times and she pursed her lips into a thin line.

"I'm going to find us something helpful. You should sit and rest. You look exhausted."

Chae disappeared into the back and began rummaging around the line up of bikes and motor bikes. There had to be something a bit more practical that she could haul her family in. She ripped some tarps off of a hidden bike and a small smirk curved at her lips. She'd feel the burn peddling, but that'd be fine. It was a three wheeler, black adult trike bike with a passenger arm rest included seat welded right behind the driver's seat.

"I found something."

She wheeled it out of the bike shop and onto the grass. It didn't seem like it had seen much use.

"Get comfortable. I'm going to grab the hitch for it that I saw in the back."

Chae muttered, returning to the store and grabbing the decent sized bike cargo wagon that could attach to the backside of her trike. She wheeled it out and attached it with sweat forming on her brow. It did feel pretty hot now. Once the three by five foot sized hitch was connected, she dropped the handbag of water bottles into it and rounded the trike, mounting it and beginning to peddle.

Ronnie and the baby weren't much weight in the backseat. But it was grossly difficult riding over degraded corpses and 'mud' to make it into the parts of town that still had viable roads.

"Let's stock up on food... and maybe a change of clothes would be in order..."