3 diff nights.
1. Nuclear bombs going off everywhere. Above ground bunker wouldn't hold, got compromised. Trying to leave town. Get to Tennessee, no bombs there, survivor hiding. Choice between my Xterra or the '76 GMC. Take the '76. Dodging debris, using the ditch. Trying to get my people safe.
2. Small town, one mountain road in and out. Zombies, the fast scary kind. Twist is: they manifest as animals. Fast black glowing eyed hog creatures waiting in the dark. In the light, as they jump attack, they transform into human, what was left of that form. Huddled on high ground but not out of lunging reach. Everyone with one shot guns. Wait until attackers are within striking distance. The townspeople wait too late, they get bit, we have to kick them off the platform. Learn that they want to be bit. They want to become. It's what the town was made for. Make a break for it trying to steer the truck down the winding cliff edge road. End up in the I-10 tunnel walking into oncoming traffic with a lion and Anne Hathaway.
3. Urban exploring. Checking out tunnel system. Dodging security. Prying open access gates. Squeezing through pipes that we must reduce ourselves down to minimal clothing to fit through. Find ourselves in a room full of Scrooge McDuck-like gold. It is the secret treasury under CCV. But the foundation above us is cracked and crumbling. We hear a news report that the church is out of money, in disrepair and dangerous for people to go into. We have to escape before the ceiling collapses. The only way out is to ride the water tunnel. This means the explorers that took any gold are too heavy to float and escape. Most of us make it out in time before security rewelds the flowing water access pipes we are in. Can't find Bob. His clothes still there. Try to look for him. No. Some time later he appears. He rode a different pipe out and came out further away.