"Hold up." Richard said, reaching for a small piece of flesh on a ledge.

"Great. Now they're using tongue." Fisher said.

"Ha! That's what she said." Carey said.

The small group erupted into laughter. Except Alex. "Perverts, seriously." She muttered. We stopped, and we looked over at an alley.

"Leads to Holly Street." Carey said. "Where do we go, Richard?" Richard looked toward Holly Street.

"In the event that we just came from that way," He said, pointing backwards, "And Holly Street is in front of us, we go to Holly Street." Carey looked up. The night was dark, and only a few lights glared in the violet night. He shuddered, wondering if there was anyone left. Alex looked back.

"You ought to start walkin'." She said. Carey took a last look at the piece of tongue.

"Are they changing?" He whispered.

"Now, Carey!" Richard yelled.

Carey caught up to the ragtag group of Richard's friends. He wasn't expecting a girl, but he didn't care. She was someone else left on the planet. Alex looked down the street. "A store! Food!" She cried. Alex rushed to the store, and in haste, she alerted the alarm in the building.

"Oh…shit!" She screamed.

"Dammit! Alex, why do you always trip alarms?" Richard yelled.

Fisher raised his AK-47. It was fitted with a GP-25 grenade launcher. Alex took up her MP5, the same one she took from a cop in the alley, fitted with a fore grip. Carey adjusted the scope on his L118A Sniper Rifle, a laser sight equipped. Richard leveled and pumped is Remington 870, a grip on the pump. "Alex, if we survive, and we come to a bridge, don't raise it, yeah? Cause you'll fuck up." Richard chuckled. He heard the infected rush into the street.

The first shot was fired from Fisher's AK, as it tore through an infected core, and shattered its insides. There was a massive boom and a click, as Carey fired his L11, and took a few down with a shot. A large staccato of gunfire erupted in the streets, and several infected collapsed in the process.

"RELOADING!" Fisher screamed as an infected jumped from a window down to him. He struck it with the butt of his rifle, then slammed the barrel in its face and fired. Brain matter flew into the air.

"Fuck you, zed heads!" Alex cried, as a series of bullet casings fell, and a large amount of infected were riddled with holes. Swiss Cheese wasn't as full of holes, as they literally fell apart, bone by bone.

Carey was in a tighter predicament. His sniper rifle was a bolt action sniper, and loading and bolt pulling took forever. He pulled a single Desert Eagle from its holster and fired rapidly at the oncoming onslaught.

A shell in his mouth, and shotgun blasting, Richard pulled the infected limb from limb with the buckshot. He loaded the spare shell in, and fired the last shot.

"Ammo check!" Carey called.

"Fine here." Alex said.

"Need a few clips here." Fisher shouted.

"Fine on shells, Carey." Richard said.

"Well, then. Now to that fucking store." Alex said.

"Don't trip any more alarms, ok? We need ammo, Lex. Need." Richard worded.

"Fuck off." She said, entering the store.

"Lucky Grocery #2…bullshit." Fisher moaned.

….

Richard and Alex searched the store while Fisher and Carey took point outside.

"Fuck this zombie shit, man." Fisher breathed. "I expected to shoot the fuck out of zombies, and I got this god damn apocalypse without food, little women, and mutating zed. I should have been shot, to avoid this."

Carey looked over to him. "Hey, you are alive, and free to choose your destiny. We are here for something, and its coming soon. We are here to find it."

Fisher laughed. "Only you can gay up the zombie apocalypse." He chuckled again, and Carey whispered some things to himself.

….

"When we get to the next stop, wanna trip some more alarms?" Richard called.

"It was an accident, Richard. An accident." She responded, irritated.

"Well, next time, if there is a next time, I'll make sure you fight them yourself." He breathed. "Alright. Now, we're in a fallen city with two safe zones. Mercy Hospital, and a bar in the Projects District. We need some sort of game plan."

Alex looked over at a candy rack. "Mercy sounds good. It's a hospital. Rescue will be there." She sighed.

"Sweet! This fridge has cases of beer! Lex, my dinner is served." He stammered.

While Richard was pulling out case after case, Alex looked around for actual food. Finding some TV dinners, and a pack of plastic silverware, she looked around for a microwave.

"Know where a microwave is?" She asked.

A crisp klask was followed by several gulps. "Nope. No clue." He took another look at his loot. "Wanna brew? Its cold." He asked.

She nodded and picked one up. "Lets ask the others if they wanna go to the roof."

….

Richard walked out, and seconds later was followed by his cohorts. They walked up, and Fisher grabbed the cases. "Lets go." Alex called from the roof.

It was near 4:30, and the sky grew lighter. Carey grimaced at his friends drinking.

"Carey, grab one. Its absolutely fine." Fisher said.

"I don't drink, cause I don't want to lose reason."

Alex looked up. "Carey, although I don't really know you, we are in a goddamn apocalypse. You shoot zombies, and zombies are unreasonable. Cutting loose is all you're gonna do from now on. This isn't gonna be easy, I know. But we need to cut loose to keep from committing suicide or going insane." She grasped a bottle, and tossed it to Carey.

"Cheers, Carey." Richard said.

The sun began to rise, and beautiful streams of color lit the sky like a midnight concert. The four faced the warmth of the sun, and took their time to watch the sun peak.

"Its absolutely stunning." Alex said.

Fisher stood up. "This may not be so bad after all." He walked to the ledge.

Richard helped Alex to her feet, and Carey looked across the street. "There's a subway right there. Its open, and its not all destroyed. I say we head there."

Alex, drunk and tired, leaned on Richard's shoulder. "This is gonna be one hell of a life." She whispered.

Richard knew all to well that this wasn't going to be easy, but he had friends that he could trust, and a cold beer. For the moment, they were ok.