A military helicopter was flying from New York City to Los Angeles, California. Aboard were three militairy men. These men were Pilot Hector Larson, Sergeant Grady Dawson and Private Deuce Madden. They were gonna attend the anniversary of their military department. As they flew, they were discussing various businesses.

'Deuce, you've come a long way since you joined the U.S. Army 3 years ago. Honestly, I was a little skeptical when you first joined, because you had little to no experience, but through training and determination, you've proven yourself worthy as a cadet here. Maybe we will promote you to corporal soon.' Grady said.

Deuce smiled. He joined the military when he had just turned 18, having been interested in it since he was 10 years old. Back then, he would play soldier with his friends in the neighbourhood, and when he finally turned 18, he signed up and was approved for military duty. He was happy to hear that his sergeant was pleased with him. 'Thank you, sir. I'm happy to hear you say that.' Deuce responded.

'I understand completely.' Grady said. 'Fighting for your country is a huge honor, but it's also really dangerous. There's a chance you might not return home during times of war. I've served the military for 15 years now, and I've had my fair share of wars. I've seen countless dead bodies, which belonged to my fallen comrades. I fought for my country, my fallen comrades and for freedom. It's a cruel game, keep that in mind.' Grady said sternly and seriously.

Deuce nodded. 'I learned that as soon as I joined.' He said. 'But despite all the dangers of the military, I still stay loyal to the American troops.'

Grady smiled. 'Good to know, Deuce. Loyalty is what keeps a man going in times of war.'

Deuce nodded. 'How long will it take until we get to Fort Worth?' He asked.

'Just a few more hours if we don't get any turbulence.' Grady responded.

'Okay, good.' Deuce said. Suddenly, a bird flew into the helicopter's windscreen, causing Hector to lose control of the helicopter. It started spinning out of control.

'Pilot, what's going on?!' Grady shouted.

'A bird flew into the windscreen, sir!' Hector responded.

'Keep the chopper steady, cadet!' Grady shouted.

'I'm trying all I can, sir, but it's not working!' Hector responded. Suddenly, the chopper crashed within a forest, and Deuce blacked out. About an hour later, he woke up and found himself in the remains of the helicopter. Deuce groaned as he tried to get up. He looked through the helicopter's windscreen and saw Hector and Grady lying on the ground.

'Sarge, I'm still in here!' Deuce shouted. Grady didn't respond. Deuce was worried and he smashed through the windscreen and climbed out of the helicopter. He then walked over to Grady and Hector and inspected their bodies.

'Hmmm…Their not breathing. And they have no heartbeat. They're dead…' Deuce frowned. Deuce then saw Grady's gun lying on the ground. He picked it up and checked the ammo.

'It's fully loaded. Good, because I might need this.' Deuce said. Suddenly, the bodies of Grady and Hector reanimated and they growled at Deuce. Deuce was scared because he was caught off guard. Grady and Hector crawled over to Deuce as he crawled over to the chopper. He looked at his gun and then at the undead Grady and Hector.

'D-Don't make me do this!' Deuce said rather frightened. As Grady and Hector got closer, Deuce realized he had no choice, but to shoot Grady and Hector. He aimed at Grady's head and shot him down. He then aimed at Hector's head and shot him down too. Deuce caught his breath as he looked at the undead bodies of his fallen comrades. He got up and decided to walk off to look for help. Suddenly, more undead people showed up. Deuce was frightened and ran away from the undead people, who chased after him. He climbed over a nearby fence and ended up in someone's backyard. The undead people then walked away.

'Man, what was that all about…?' Deuce groaned. He then walked over to the back door of the house he was at. He looked through the window, but saw no one. Deuce quietly opened the door and walked in.

'Uh, anyone home? Don't shoot, okay?' Deuce said.

'Who's there?' A female voice replied.

'Uh, a-a soldier.' Deuce replied back.

'A soldier? Finally, someone has come to rescue me!' The person walked down the stairs. They turned out to be a black woman dressed in a black t-shirt and an open red flannel jacket, together with light green cargo pants.

'Uh, h-hi. I'm Deuce.' Deuce said.

'I'm Pacifica.' The woman responded. 'Were you not bitten?' She asked Deuce.

'Bitten? What do you mean?' Deuce asked confused.

'Well, those dead people, which we decided to call walkers, walk around biting people. Once a person is bitten, they will turn into a walker.' Pacifica explained.

'I see…' Deuce said. 'Are there any other people here?' He asked.

'Yes. My son Toby is in the backyard in the treehouse. I'll tell him it's safe.' Pacifica said as she walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a walkie talkie from the kitchen drawer. 'Toby, sweetie, it's safe. There's someone here to help us.' Pacifica said, speaking into the walkie talkie.

'Okay, mom. I'm coming.' Toby said. A black kid, about 12 years old wearing a gray sweater, a pair of khakis and a light blue cap climbed out of the treehouse and walked into the house. 'Hello, sir. I'm Toby.' He said.

Deuce smiled. 'I'm Deuce.' He said.

'Well, we gotta go look for my husband, Wendell. He was on his way home, but had to turn the car and go to Atlanta. The military adviced everyone to go there.' Pacifica said.

'That's a good idea. I have an uncle who lives there. Maybe we can stay with him.' Deuce said.

'Okay, but let's get some foods and drinks for our trip first.' Pacifica said.

'Okay, let's do that.' Deuce answered. He and Pacifica then started packing foods and drinks for their journey. Once that was done, they left through the back door and walked over to the car which was standing at the curb. Deuce put his gun in the trunk of the car and then got in the car with Pacifica and Toby. They then drove away just in time, because a group of walkers was coming their way.

After driving for a while, their car ran out of gas.

'Oh my, we're out of gas.' Pacifica said.

'There's a gas station up ahead. Maybe we can refuel there.' Deuce said. Pacifica nodded and she and Deuce got out of the car and pushed it to the nearby gas station. They saw the gas station boarded up with a sign saying 'NO GAS'. Deuce didn't believe the sign and tried refueling the car. There was no gas coming out of the pump.

'Damn, there's no gas.' Deuce said.

Toby got out of the car. 'Really? Nothing?' He asked. Deuce nodded. Suddenly, he heard something and he, Toby and Pacifica ducked behind the car. They saw a man walking by, and he walked away from them. Deuce got up to ask the man something.

'Excuse me, can you help us?' Deuce asked the man. The man turned around, revealing himself to be a walker. Deuce quickly opened the truck and grabbed his gun. He quickly shot the walker in the head, killing it. He then looked at Pacifica and Toby.

'Thank you for protecting us, Deuce.' Pacifica said.

Deuce nodded. 'You're welcome.' He responded.

'What do we do now?' Toby asked.

'Well, now that we're out of gas and can't refuel, I guess we're gonna have to walk to Atlanta.' Deuce sighed.

'I guess we don't have much of a choice.' Pacifica said as she got a backpack filled with food and drinks from the car. 'Walking it is.' She said. Deuce and Toby nodded, and together with their backpac, the threesome started their trek to Atlanta on foot.