When the living are just as dangerous as the dead, things tend to get tough, real tough. The survivors will betray you to the hordes in a heartbeat while those damned man-eaters just keep pressing forward, dragging their lifeless limbs and gnashing their bloody and broken teeth… Well, you get the picture, and it sure is a fugly one.
For every single wasted flesh-bag Dallas and her crew put down, twelve more rise to take its place like the most horrible kind of virus-infested hydra in the history of the universe. How much future could possibly be left for the few who’ve managed to escape its clutches?
Dallas doesn’t know, but she sure as hell wants to find out. Can she put the pedal to the metal and ride through the danger to find a safe haven that may or may not exist, or is the virus craving a nice juicy flank of lesbian ass to add to its ever growing empire?
Where ever Dallas is going, she better get there fast. It’s time to burn rubber, baby!
For every single wasted flesh-bag Dallas and her crew put down, twelve more rise to take its place like the most horrible kind of virus-infested hydra in the history of the universe. How much future could possibly be left for the few who’ve managed to escape its clutches?
Dallas doesn’t know, but she sure as hell wants to find out. Can she put the pedal to the metal and ride through the danger to find a safe haven that may or may not exist, or is the virus craving a nice juicy flank of lesbian ass to add to its ever growing empire?
Where ever Dallas is going, she better get there fast. It’s time to burn rubber, baby!
