You old romantic, you!

You nod, and slip your hand into hers and give it a little squeeze. For a moment, you think you catch a smile on her face.

"If you tell anyone you saw me like this, Drako...," she threatens.

"I got it," you say, squeezing her hand again.

"Good," she replies.

You feel her hand relax in yours and the both of you forget about the outside world for a moment. The rain continues on throughout the day, pelting the roof. Eventually you switch out and continue driving until deep into the night. When you do stop, you and her get out and start to unload the Humvee. Thankfully the rain has finally stopped. It's a roadside biker bar and there are even a few bikers about.

"Shall we?" Betty says.

You shrug and follow. You enter a small, dimly lit room with a bar, pool table and dart board. There is one door that stands open to a small hallway. You see an old man standing there, in a dirty white t-shirt and jeans, with a short white beard. He smiles and nods at you.

"Folks, what can I get you to drink," he says in a gruff voice.

"Um, what's on draft," you ask.

He scratches his beard before answering.

"Ah, we got Bud, Bud, Bud and Bud," he says.

You raise an eyebrow.

"What do you expect? It's the apocalypse," he says.

"Um, the Bud," you say.

He grabs a glass from under the bar and fills it to the brim with the golden liquid and gives it to you.

"I'm... going to need something a lot stronger than that," Betty says.

"Well, we got some moonshine?" he says.

"Fork it over," Betty says.

He nods, grabbing a bottle of extremely clear liquid from under the bar. He pours out several shots and hands them to you and her. You down the first one and feel a painful burning sensation as it goes down. It's all you can do to keep from vomiting immediately!

"Ah, much better," Betty says.

"Do you even know what this is made of?" you ask.

"Sure," she replies.

You raise an eyebrow.

"It's made from pumpkins, potatoes and God knows what else," she says.

"It packs a punch!" the bartender says.

"Eh, a little one," Betty says.

"A little one my...," you start to say.

"I'll have another," she says.

He pours out another shot and slides it across the bar to her. You just stick to your Bud.

"I'm surprised to see you guys here. You do know the horde's coming, right?" you say.