Author's Note: Sorry for the long delay. Technical Difficulties.

But anyway here is the 1st chapter.

And if the text is in Italic, then that either means its a flashback or Ryan is reading something.

And also, if you see: *, then you should go to the bottom note for info.

Well Enjoy.

Nobody's POV

The time is 1:00 pm. A chopper is seen dropping off a single person onto a empty street that was just twenty minutes away from the outskirts of a city littered with many dead bodies. In the chopper, we see the chopper pilot and Cpt. Trujillo. The person that they had dropped off is none other then Ryan. He is wearing his satchel and had a revolver in each of his hands.

Ryan's POV

"Good Luck Ryan! And don't forget to try to find gas!"

That was Cpt. Trujillo yelling at the top of his lungs. The chopper that dropped me off goes back to the direction of the military outpost, Fort Red Night. I was sent here to rescue a few survivors that had sent a distress signal. In my hands were two revolvers, The Sliver Bull and The Black Stallion*. I was also wearing my Satchel that contained my supplies, My Benelli shotgun, my ammunition, a single frag grenade given to me from Trujillo ,and a knife (also, given from Trujillo). On my back was a brand new first-aid kit that I had received while I was at Fort Red Night.

Immediately in front of me was the remains of a box that had four first-aid kits. Also in front of me was a pile of ammo, A silenced Mac-10, a pump Remington shotgun, An Uzi SMG, Two M1911 pistols, and two Glocks. For some reason, there wasn't any P220 Pistols. I grabbed a few bullets from the pile of ammo and placed them in my satchel. I was prepared for the journey ahead.

After walking (quietly) for a few minutes, I hear rushed footsteps coming my way. Coming down the street was an angry mob of infected. I put my revolvers inside their holsters and took out my Benelli. I fired a few shots towards the mob. More then half of them fell, spilling their guts and blood all over the street.

I quickly took out my revolvers and killed the last remaining zombies that were still around. A single zombie still managed to hit me from behind (I killed him shortly after). I reloaded all my guns and moved on through the street where the mob was just minutes ago. Down the street was a tipped over oil truck. Next to the truck was a Motel that had a sign in front of it that read "Lazy Days Inn", written under the name was a wooden sign that read: "Closed due to infection".

Since I had no other way to go, I decided to go through there. I enter through the archway (props to the person who made it) to find myself in a big parking lot with the apartment doors surrounding the parking lot. There were several parked cars scattered around. And it looked as if there were some survivors here not too long ago because there are several scattered corpses of the infected, the pool of blood around each of the corpses was still wet. To my left, there is a small building that had the words, "Office" , labeled on the door.

I walk up to the office door only to find out that it is locked. I walk out to the center of the lot and saw that there was a wooden fence next to office building. It was behind one of the parked cars (this car was blinking and beeping). An idea instantly came to me.

A Few Minutes Later...

After some setting up, the wooden fence now had several propane tanks (I found them inside a car that was on the other side of the lot) in front of it. I pulled out the frag grenade that was given to me by Trujillo. I pulled the safety pin off and heaved it towards the tanks. Then-

BOOM!

The grenade and the tanks blew up, leaving a giant hole in the place of the tanks. But I knew there was a down side to this plan. The ringing of the car alarm pierced through the sky like a knife going through butter. Along with the ringing also came the roar of the infected. I took out my Benelli and prepared for the fight.

I backed away towards the wall of the office building till my back was up against the wall. Then, the horde appeared coming out of the hole of the wooden fence. I blasted buckshot after buckshot onto the incoming horde. After several minutes of repeating this, both the horde and the car stopped.

After reloading my Benelli, I proceeded through the hole I had created. On the other side of the hole was a big grassy field. Scattered around the field was a playground (for little kids), trees, a skate park to my right, a few corpses here and there, A single pool (there wasn't any fishes in it, so it is probably a man-made pool), and several picnic tables scattered about. Lying under one tree was the lower part of a human. Around the remains were sand. Why was there sand under these remains?

I decided to investigate the skate park. It looked like your average, everyday skate park. Ramps, stairs, rails, etc. Clear on the other side of the park was the corpse of what I think is an 18 year old boy. In his hands (still tightly gripped) was an M1911 pistol. I guess he couldn't handle this.

Then, I hear crying. It was coming from the park. Standing at the entrance of the skate park, I see a witch at a picnic table that on the other side of the park and she was standing, Claws (or hands) covering her face. Her cries fills the air. Directly behind her was the exit to the park, how convenient.

The witch showed no signs of leaving any time soon. She was now sitting on the picnic table, her hands were still covering her face. Strangely, I see something danging from her neck. Then, I remembered something from Fort Red Night. Something from Jason (who, by the way is still recovering from his injury that he got back at the stadium).

"Hey Ryan, come here. I have something to tell you. You know those crying Grey girls that walks around with their hands covering their face? I know a sure fire way of killing them instantly"

I replied, "You do? How?"

He replied, "It's very easy. All you have to do is get a shotgun (Preferably an auto), go up to her, and shoot her in the forehead. If you do it correctly, she will fall almost instantly."

Then, curiosity got a hold on me and I had to ask: "Have you done it before?"

He replied, "Of course, how do you think I found out about it? …but then again, I did found out about it accidentally."

"How did you accidentally found out about it?"

"Well, long story short, I stumbled into her"

I gave him a surprised look. And he just laid there on his bed with a grin so big that it put clowns to shame on his face.

Back to reality, I pulled out my Benelli and went up to the crying girl. She immediately looks up at me through her claws with her glowing red eyes while letting out a small growl. And I proceeded to pull the trigger. She lets out a scream that was so loud, it could break glass, as her head (that was full of holes) fell down onto the table. I reloaded my shotgun, smoke was coming out of the barrel.

Then, I saw what was danging from her neck. It was a locket. I removed the locket from her neck and opened it. Inside was a small neatly folded piece. I unfolded the paper and read it. Parts of it was covered in dried up tears.

Dear David,

I'm sorry but we can't be seeing each other anymore. I can't believe I'm saying this, but Its not you, Its me. And I mean that literally, I was at the Doctor's recently and they said I have the green virus. And I don't want you to get it from me. And the worse part is my nails are starting to grow wildly, I'm scared.

I'm only doing this out of love. I have never told anyone this, but I love you.

Love,

Heather

By the end of the letter, I felt pity and sympathy for this Heather. She probably didn't send it since it was inside the locket. I refolded the letter and placed it back inside the locket. I put the locket back around her neck.

Then suddenly, a scream pierces the sky, startling me. The scream was followed by non-stop coughing. And the scream didn't sound any thing like an infected, it sounded like a normal human being. The scream came from outside the exit. I rushed towards the direction of the scream.

The scream was came from an alley across the street. Then, coming from the same alley, came a muffled cry. I poked my head out of the corner of the wall that led to the alley and what I saw both surprised and shocked me. In the alley was a Smoker (coughing non-stop, of course) raping a bent-over, red-haired girl, she was the one making the muffled cries. What muffled her was an extra tongue coming from the smoker's shoulder, it was inside her mouth. The tongue that was coming out of the smoker's mouth was tied around her torso, she couldn't just run away.

The Smoker was behind her, thrusting back and forth. Breathing deeply, I knew what I had to do. I pulled out The Silver Bull and aimed it at the Smoker. I pulled the trigger. And instantly, The Smoker died. Naturally, He left behind a dark green cloud.

I put my revolver back inside it's holster and hurried to the girl. She was wearing a torn-up blue shirt (It wasn't showing her breasts, it was torn in random places), two messy pony tails, A first-aid kit on her back, and torn-up jeans that was ripped up, revealing her womanhood. I looked up at her face and said "Are you okay? I'm here to help." She mumbled something that was probably either a yes or a no (most likely, a no considering what just happened to her). I quickly ripped off the remains of the smoker's tongue off of her body.

Looking around, I noticed two P220 pistols (so that's what happened to the P220 pistols), a Hunting Rifle, and a conveniently-placed saferoom all located just outside the opposite end of the alley. I scooped up the guns off the ground and holstered them on the girl's body (I think she mumbled "Thanks"). Then, I carried her, bride-style, and ran to the saferoom. The girl soon fell unconscious. While I was running to the saferoom, a small crowd of infected came running towards me. "Damn it!" With a free hand, I pulled out the first revolver that met my free hand.

I fired the revolver at the infected and, quickly, ran the last few feet into the saferoom. Dropping the revolver, I closed the red door behind me. The last remaining infected was now behind the closed door trying their best to reach both me and the girl. Inside the saferoom was an empty shelf that had a messy pile of books at the bottom, a blank TV screen, an unopened fridge, An open closet that was empty, a table that had supplies on it, and finally, a sofa.

I rested the girl on the sofa. She looked so peaceful resting on the sofa. I placed my ear to her chest and heard her heart. She was still alive, still unconscious, and most likely exhausted. I picked up my revolver, reloaded it, and placed it back inside its holster.

Nobody's POV

The time is 2:10 pm. The sun still shone brightly overhead. There was also clouds still floating up in the sky like as if there wasn't a single problem in the world. If someone were to look up at the clouds they'll probably wonder what the fuck is wrong with those clouds.

2nd Author's Note: Her name is Tracy. You'll learn more about her if you go read her profile that's on my profile (Does anyone even read those profiles?).

Originally, Tracy was gonna appear back in Unexpected, in Fort Red Night as a minor unnamed character. But I decided to move her here. Where she'll have a bigger role.

As for David, I will leave what happened to him to you guys.

So anyway, The Black Stallion is the gun that Ryan used before he got the The Silver Bull from Julia.

And also, the revolver that Ryan pulled out while he was carrying Tracy was The Black Stallion.

And yes, Lazy Days Inn is the same motel that Joseph, Felix, and Emily were in.

They mentioned coming from a motel back in Unseen.

So yeah, hope you've enjoyed this chapter. And see ya next week where I will have the next Chapter.

P.S: Hooray for the longest chapter I have ever written/typed :D