Start looking for some wheels

You’ve handed your shirt over to Erin so that she’ll at least have some rudimentary clothing beyond the blanket, and you’re now dressed in your pants and the dead cop’s bulletproof vest. It isn’t exactly comfortable as it rubs against your naked skin each time you move your upper body, but at least you’ll be a lot more protected if you happen to get shot. At least as long as the bullet doesn’t hit you anywhere than in your torso, you remind yourself.

You’ve all already agreed that you need to get hold of a car first, and as much petrol as possible, and so this is your number one priority.
Of course, plenty of cars are spread out all across most streets, sometimes with their deceased former owners still planted behind the wheel, but it’s pretty unusual to find one that hasn’t been damaged, either in a collision or during the widespread looting that followed directly after the crash.

Finding a relatively safe spot in the stairwell leading to a subway station, you discuss the situation with Ashley. Eventually, you both agree that a parking garage would offer the best chance of finding a properly functioning vehicle.
Thankfully, there’s quite a few of those around in this area, and you set off towards the one closest to your current position.

It isn’t a very long walk, and so the two of you soon find yourselves peeking out on the garage from around the corner of the building directly opposite to it. This garage is an eight-story complex which in the days before the virus struck would have offered affordable parking to thousands of shoppers, commuters and tourists.

Now however, there’s always the risk of there being crazies or looters lurking inside it and you’re squeezing the shotgun nervously as you look for any signs of movement inside the garage. As you do this, Ashley is making sure that no one’s attempting to sneak up on you. She’s handling herself well, and you work surprisingly well together, even if you’re still finding her appearance somewhat distracting. You’re not flirting with each other or anything, but you only need to look at her for more than a few seconds before the desire to rip open her t-shirt and let her fabulous breasts out starts building up inside of you.

After a few tense minutes spent observing the garage, you come to the conclusion that it’s safe enough to enter it, even if you’re far from sure that there’s no other people inside.

With your shotgun aiming forwards and with Ashley close behind, you make a dash across the street and sweep into the garage, stopping and dropping onto one knee while you feverishly try to get your heartbeat down while listening for any sounds of people moving.