Mina smirked and raised her fist into the air, shouting out with triumph as she annihilated another infected that sped past. “Hell yes! Take that wewe son of a bitch!” I laughed quietly and shot her a playful smile over my shoulder from the driver’s seat. “Well, you’ve certainly got an eye for firearms.” The surroundings were a blur as I drove our SUV convertible, kubadilishwa along the main crossroads, zombies attempting to chase the vehicle but being halted in their tracks kwa Mina’s shotgun. My hands were grasped firmly around the wheel and my foot was almost glued to the acceleration pedal....