Jack stretches his legs in the morning sunlight before walking through the grass the truck is parked in to the trailer. He walks around for a minute, jogs off with a "One sec" and returns after a minute from the treeline. He opens up the back of the truck. Between the two mattresses, he pulls up a handle and slides the panel back. Inside is a two-pad stove, what looks like a microwave, various seasonings and dried foods. "Time for some eggs." Reaching into the fridge in the back, he pulls out a carton of eggs and begins making a few eggs, one and a half for each. Everyone in the group stretches their legs and relaxes, sitting on folding chairs while eating eggs and drinking slightly spoiled orange juice.
Suddenly, they hear a rustle in the bushes across the quiet road. A man stands there, with a camoflauged rifle, aiming at the five. He fires, horribly missing and shoots out a tire. The pack of survivors dives behind the truck and readies their weapons.