The pitch-black night had passed, and the sun rose once again. Thanks to the rainstorm last night, Shrimpy and his crew were left looking like drowned rats.
After trekking through the night, exhausted but determined, they finally reached their destination.
"Shrimpy, is that Los Angeles up ahead?" one of the zombie underlings asked.
Shrimpy's gaze swept over the horizon. In the distance stood a towering city. Though it bore the scars of ruin and decay, its skyline of skyscrapers still stood proud.
"Looks like it. Let's go check it out."
They moved cautiously toward the city's edge. While the place was a mess, it was still in better shape than Santa Monica.
The streets were littered with low-level zombies, their faces rotting and their movements aimless as they wandered about.
Even when they noticed Shrimpy and his crew, they didn't attack.
