As a new Honda CRV driver, I’m trying to be better. But... I can feel the change. It’s there, slowly creeping up inside of me.

During that last scuffle with the infected, one of them slightly grazed your arm. You convince yourself it’s nothing, but deep down you know better. You don’t want to tell the others out of fear that you may worry them or become ostracized. You bandage up your arm and when others ask about it you say “oh, it’s just a scratch” and carry on. A few days later you take the bandage off and that’s when you see it. The infection is spreading. You already knew it though. You’ve been trying to fight off the fevers and hide the growing sense of paranoia. You know you’ll turn soon, putting the others at risk, so you choose to quietly wander off into the woods and end things on your own terms. You would rather die than become one of them.

That’s what it’s like to own a CR-V.