They sat in the safe house, watching as Rochelle and Coach were sleeping at each end of the room. Ellis, 23 year old Ellis, the "young'un", as Coach called him, sat with Nick, a con man that was used to moving from town to town. So this whole zombie apocalypse? It was a completely familiar experience to him.

Ellis sat, playing with his cap from nerves. He always got nervous before going out. He was sort of used to it, after their pilot had died on the way here. Turned out he was infected also.

A harsh cry interrupted Ellis' thoughts.

"Hunter…" He whispered, breathing heavier. He looked down at the floor, between his legs and watching as a zombie began to try and claw it's way through the safe room's steel door. Nick, in his white suit and blue shirt, got up and picked up an AK-47, and aimed it at the zombie. He pulled the trigger and a number of six or seven bullets shot out it's now empty bodies and put their killing power against the zombies heads.

"Ok, guys, get up, get up! Lets get going! Time to move!" Nick began to yell.

Ellis looked at Nick. He admired his confidence. Why was he not scared to go out? Nick knew he was going to die at some point, and probably go to hell for all the gambling he committed and racist comments.

"Boy! Learn to wake us up a bit quieter!" Coach yelled, picking up an auto shotgun. "You gonna attract those damn zombies!"

"Ok, guys, c'mon. We got to get going. We wanna make it to the mall right?" Rochelle asked, while Ellis sat there, watching as the zombies started to gather at the safe room door.

Cries and moans were let out. Cries of hunger, moans of anger. Ellis picked up his grenade launcher, grabbed more ammo and loaded one shell.

"Guys better reload," Ellis said, going up to the safe room door. He looked at the zombies, watching them as their eyes were white and yellow, furious with a thirst for human blood. "Ach, you guys are ugly fuckers!"

He shoved open the door with his foot, and Rochelle threw a pipe bomb, and they watched it bounce as the small red light flashed on and off. The beeping was slow and started to get faster, and faster, and faster and then…

Arms, organs, heads and every part of the human body were scattered above the ground. Ellis looked at Rochelle as she walked out and Coach followed. Ellis looked at Nick.

"Ready kid?" Nick asked.

"Sure…" Ellis replied, putting his hand to his neck and followed Nick as he began to walk out.

The Infected were running towards them and Ellis held up his grenade launcher, pulling the trigger and letting the shell fire out at a great distance to kill them. A bit like the pipe bomb, it scattered the bodies to pieces. A groan was heard from afar, and Nick ran ahead.

"Hey, Suit! Come back! We gotta stick together!" Coach yelled. "Ah, he ain't coming back!" He continued, running after him. Rochelle and Ellis quickly followed after.

"Did you ever think you'd find yourself in this situation!" Ellis asked, running and looking at Rochelle.

"No, how about you? Ever see yourself in some sort of zombie apocalypse!" Rochelle replied, gasping for breath as they heard the zombies gathering round and round them.

"No, but now that I think about it, it's just one big piece of action!"

"Ellis, you're not right in the head," Coach chuckled, and seen Nick eventually. His white suit was now covered in blood and from behind him, a blast was heard from Ellis' grenade launcher. "Boy, look at your suit!"

"Whatever. Now come on, lets mo- Hey! What the…? Help!" Nick yelled.

A long, slimy tongue had wrapped itself round Nick's body. The other three survivors looked up, seeing a horrifying site. An Infected with a large tumour-like lump, hanging from it's chin, heaving back and forward to pull a struggling Nick.

"Shoot the damn thing, young'un!" Coach yelled.

"But…I might hit Nick!" Ellis replied.

"Better than that Smoker getting him!"

Ellis aimed, pulled the trigger and the shell flew through the air. The smoker was starting to pull Nick off of ground, and a horde of zombies started to make their way towards Nick. Coach and Rochelle took out their pistols, shooting bullets at any other dead thing that moved. Killing it and making sure it didn't move, like it was supposed to. The shell from the grenade launcher hit the Smoker, making it fall back and let go of Nick and the tumour like lump exploded, releasing toxins and gases that fogged the road ahead.

"Whoa!" Nick yelled, coughing like the other three. "Watch where you're pointing that damn thing!"

"Sorry…" Ellis replied, watching Nick as he started to walk down to the hallway.

"There's Whitaker's gun store just down this bridge. Should head there since that's on the way to the mall!"

"Sounds like a plan," Rochelle replied.

Ellis just nodded, and couldn't get out of his head how angry Nick was with him. He only tried to help. He had to keep a clear head, though, as there were many things ahead, and a lot more Infected that they had to meet and somehow learn to conquer.

Ellis then thought.

I could die out here…