Catwoman couldn't possibly run all the way to Wayne Manor. She needed a car, but in this chaos, no driver would let her in. So she decided to find a vehicle and drive there herself.
After looking around, she found an unattended old pickup truck. Fortunately, Catwoman wasn't picky. She pried open the door lock and climbed inside.
Very luckily, the truck started, and it had plenty of gas. Catwoman floored it and set off for Wayne Manor.
Catwoman wasn't an excellent driver, but she was better than most Gotham residents. After all, sometimes she drove away after stealing something. Practice made perfect.
But with Gotham's current road conditions, driving skill alone was useless. The moment Catwoman rounded a corner, she saw two trucks lying across the middle of the road. Judging from the blood by their doors, those poor drivers had probably gone mad from infection.
Catwoman shook her head and had no choice but to go straight and take a detour. Yet before she had gone far, another vehicle blocked the road, forcing her to detour again.
Normally, getting from the northern part of the East End to the South Side only required driving to the central roundabout and then heading south. But now, Catwoman had to take a huge detour, first driving west and then south, passing along the edge of the West End before she could reach the South Side.
Gotham was already a large city, and with all the detours, Catwoman was so exhausted that she could barely keep her eyes open. But as she passed the edge of the West End, she suddenly heard an intense burst of gunfire.
She jolted awake and instinctively jerked the wheel left. The truck's right tires ran over something sharp and began to leak air. When Catwoman tried