Celina was on the wheel. As a driver, she was one of these self-taught, but zealous amateurs, people who tried to compensate their lack of knowledge with fervour and enthusiasm. It didn't work too well with driving, but at least Celina avoided the bumps that would actually damage the car. As for the rest, all bets were off. But at least Celina herself enjoyed driving.
Xia sat on the front next to her, her eyes continuously scanning the surroundings for treats or points of interests. If not for the fragile (and undiscountable) solar panels on the top of the car, she'd be there. The discomfort of driving through a city full of zombies without having a full view of her surroundings or any weapon more serious than a pistol with only so many bullets was visible in the tense line of her narrow shoulders.
