She was running in the middle of the highway. Blood, sweat, dirty and tears streaming down her face. Now it didnt' matter anymore if she died. Her brother, his face screaming replayed in her mind as she cried and ran towards a escape. An inexistent scape.

Her Brothers in arms would probably not be too far behind, but she couldnt wait. She didnt want the pity looks and the pain between her thighs and belly was too much. So she just fell to the ground in hopes that God would help her, if ever existed one.

"Alanna!" she hard screaming in the background, must be Brian calling her, she didnt care to respond. One of the dead things was coming towards her and she didnt even bother to get up to kill, she threw one of her knives in his head and the thing dropped dead.

Even with all the training the army offered nothing could prepare her for what happened.

"Okay guys, so the mission is still simple, we clean up the highway! We can see on the satellite the images of this herd, so we came with the truck here and here, precision guys! And do no let these things get near you okay?" Brian explained the mission again so we must prepare for it and memorize the roads. The looks between my platoon fell over me from time to time and it was getting on my nerves the constant need to see if I was okay by them.

Of course I wasn't okay, nobody is okay in this hellhole.

Our base was settled in and Island near Washington, but we flew over to the continent to keep cleaning the bastards. When there was many of them we would bombard, but when there was a herd not too enormous we would come in and save the day, badaah!

We saved people we meet along the way and brought them here, but no too many times. Sometimes people were too far gone, so we either left them there the way we found or killed them, if it was a threat to us.

The cleaning missions were by far my favourite. I hated dealing with survivors. These kind of thing messes with your head, and for one with no structure or training it could make you insane. And believe me we met a few people too crazy... Acumulators, rats and .. rapers.

"The plane will drop us here guys, then they will deliver the truck there!" Briand, our platoon leader, said to us pointing the places. "Get prepared guys. God bless us! NOW!"

As he screamed we jump with parachutes. We saw the other plane dropping our vehicle on the ground and as soon as he hit the ground we made a run for it. Killing the freaks that were drown by the noise. And as soon as we were in our speacial truck we started to make our way to the herd.

The secret of stayin alive in this whole mess was silence. Our truck was Strong, silente and modificated, we had a barrier with blades in the front of the truck, so that freaks didnt interrupt our way.

"Come on Lanna, your turn to drive." Screamed Jamie, my brother in arms. He smiled at me as we were taking a break in the road. The platoon eating and smoking. That was a luxury we now have, we've got nothing but time. As long as we were alive the government didnt mind the time we spent.

America was now a lost continent with this disease, but the other continentes were able to keep the thing just there. And it would take some time to clean up the continente, but we have vacines, so we were more resistent in this place. The base we were in had soldiers of all the continents. Platoons and speacial forces who helped cleaning as well. The islands near America were cleaned first so the Armies could settle bases all over and clean.

I nodded to Jamie, half smiling. All of my guys were cautious around me now. Making sure not to touch me, or make me remember my fallen brother.

"Come on everybody, time to hit the road!" I screamed and my platoon was surprised, even my commander smiled, since it was the first time I used my voice in weeks. After the incidente I stayed in the base with them, but didnt make a sound.

They constantly saw the girl drunk as hell and slurring her way through the base, but choose to not make commentaries about that. They were suffering too, what happened wasn't easy on any of them, but on her.. They couldn't imagine the pain she was going through. Right after they ran from the place she was screaming, she was disgusted with herself. Her brother was asking to be killed, asking to be blind.

Everybody shruged but they made them watch. Thank God they were able to run.

In the presente moment, when they were inside that truck and Analla was driving, each one of them was lost in thought about that terrible nightmare that had come to place in reality.

Analla was sick of that shit. Sick of pity, sick of pain. So she grabbed her cantil, and drank. What used to be filled with water was now whiskey. The strongest she could find. And she smiled, putting one of the CD's in the radio. The knew they had to make noise to attract the walkers but Analla was taking crazyness to a whole new level.

They saw and old car and a bike making their way in front of the herd, driving then further.

In that moment everyone was allter, but Analla didnt seem to care. She grabbed her weapon and screamed to Jamie take control of the car. In that instant the guy on the motorcicle and the two ocupants of the car, parked and started to run for the trees.

Analla knew that Brian dor some other would wannt them, but in that second even with all the scream towards her, she turn Shook Me All Night Long from AC/DC to the maximum and got in the hood of the truck.

"Good morning Vietnam!"