Roadblock on the way to the gas station

"We can check out your guns after we've siphoned some fuel out of the gas station's ground tank," you say.

You pull the van out from behind the mall and weave around the burned out wrecks left in the lot. The city looks as though a hurricane or tornado swept down the streets. Every window on every building appears to be broken out. Most buildings have some fire damage. Many are burned to twisted wreckage, others have telltale smoke damage on the outside around the windows and vents.

You maneuver the van around the odd torched car and rubble, although the streets are fairly clear since most succumbed to the plague at home or at a hospital. Dead crazies and their victims lay rotting in the streets and slumped against buildings and cars. You drive over them, their corpses crunching beneath the van's wheels.

"Turn here," Ritter points to a street on the right. "It's just up..."

You take the turn and see the street ahead blocked by three burned out wrecks.

"I don't like it," Ritter says.

"No shit," you continue driving straight for it.

"Over there, the sidewalk!" Ritter says. "It looks like you could go around."

On the other hand, the van is pretty big. It looks like you might be able to ram through the roadblock.