Author's Notes: Each chapter is going to be up by one because my prologue is appearing as the first chapter and the first chapter will appear as the second chapter. Might want to use Google maps to find some of this stuff. I also may have some problems with some of the geography and facts due to my lack of research.

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Prologue…..[Bitten and Bleeding]

It was 1 week after the infection hit Savannah, Georgia. Two teenagers, Mark and Trevor, sat across from each other in a hotel room

"Trevor, you worried? This infection has spread too far. CEDA is evacuating people from Liberty Mall. We have to get there. Even though we missed the buses, we still can get there." Mark said in a confident voice.

"I'm not sure about this, Mark. Look at all these guys left behind." Trevor said worried while looking out the window. "See how they got infected? I even heard that there were special types of zombies that would shoot a slimy rope at you and drag you away; some would vomit on you and would be attacked instantly; and some that would grab and crush you into the ground or run you over an edge."

Mark responded "Maybe because those guys were all alone. Or maybe they did not have weapons. We have a Machete and a katana right here. Which do you want?" he asked while pointing to the two big blades on the table in front of him.

Trevor took a big sigh and grabbed one of the blades. "I guess I've got the machete."

The two leave the room with Mark holding the katana in his hand. They walk for 2 hours, blood had stained their clothes and Trevor was limping. He had gauze on his arms and legs.

"Mark, we have been walking halfway across town for 2 hours. I don't think that we can make it there." Trevor said doubtfully.

"I don't think that you remember this town like I do. Liberty Mall is just 3 blocks away. I know you're tired, so here." Mark holds out a syringe. "It's an adrenaline shot. It'll make you stronger and faster for a short time."

Trevor looked at it, unsure of what to do. There were 4 letters printed on the side spelling CEDA. "I really think that these guys are unreliable. Here goes nothing." He takes the syringe and sticks himself in the leg. "Woo. I feel a rush right now." He said while shaking himself awake.

Mark saw a few figures forming in the distance behind Trevor. "Hurry before those zombies catch up!"

Trevor turned around and saw the oncoming group. "It's too late!" Trevor took his machete and killed off the five zombies that were chasing him. Blood stained his clothes even more and his machete was stained as well. He held his arm in pain and fell on one knee. "Damn. The gauze on my arms and legs stop the bleeding but not the pain."

Mark came up to him and laid his hand on Trevor's shoulder. "I'm sure that it would get hurt to be clawed in two places on each arm and leg." He pulled Trevor off the ground. "We have to hurry before the effects of that shot wear off."

Footsteps started echoing through the quiet streets. Trevor looked around to find where it was coming from. "You hear that? I hear many footsteps. They're running…. Closer…." Trevor became quiet.

A sudden screech broke the quiet "Raaaaaagggghhhhh!!!!!"

Trevor heard this noise and suddenly found himself on the ground with something on top of him. "Ahhhhh!!!!! Get it off! It's trying to tear at me!" Trevor yelled out for help as he struggled with the being that pounced on him.

Mark tried to help but saw more zombies coming from the streets and alleys that were heading his way. "I'm sorry Trevor." He said with regret and ran off.

"Mark!" Trevor yelled out before the being got passed his arms and bit him on the shoulder. The being left as quickly as it showed up, leaving its mark behind. Trevor laid there on the ground, waiting for the oncoming horde to finish him off. When they came, nothing happened. The horde just stood there, looking at Trevor with their cold, dead eyes. They did not attack, they just left him there. Trevor was confused by what was going on. He laid his head back and slowly faded away due to blood loss.