For me to say that my life wasn't altered, would be a lie. And for me to say I didn't think about my friends, I would be lying. Every word that I ever said to them led me here. Alone. Cold. Dying. And more importantly, down to my last bullet. God is laughing somewhere. Maybe it's the undead circling me, tripping over the fifteen other dead bodies in the room. Somehow, I'm sure that there would be a way out of this. Silica, she is so naive, she has a lot to learn, and hopefully she won't have to learn the hard way that life is unforgiving. I'll miss her. Our vows will still stand. I didn't put in that effort to elope with her for no reason. All our time together, to end with her being dragged away like this. Ah, they finally broke in, here they come to finish me off. This shouldn't hurt, right. Just pull the trigger. Heh. Goodbye and fuck you.

As I was pulling Silica away, we could hear Johnny in the back. The door finally gave away and their screams pierced the room. One gunshot, and Silica knew. I knew. We all knew. My heart sank with unease. I could hear them tearing into him. Johnny was gone. Dead. I froze. I saw the hand reach around the corner, its fingers decomposed and covered in blood. The face followed, blood running down the chin, part of the face was missing, you could see its decaying teeth, and one eye was gone.

"Let's go! Come on! Get to the bus!" Lola yelled. I snapped back to reality, raising my M9 and putting one round square into its forehead. It slumped over and more shuffled towards the sound. I picked up Silica, and ran away.