Dylan, Kayla, Amy, and Chelsea were once an FBI team, one that had been together years before the epidemic. Since the world went to hell, they and the rest of the remaining FBI agents turned their headquarters into a safe haven for survivors. So this was the very first time they ventured out this far. The reason being, an old friend of theirs sent them a distressed radio signal. It lead them past the city of Alexandria and they had been driving around for a good ten hours. Mostly due to the confusion on where the signal was leading them. Now they were on a continued straight path, hoping to find their friend.

Luckily they tolerated each other, after all, they were like family. Besides from the fact that Kayla and Dylan were dating. But that didn't matter, they were a team with patience….

"Are we there yet?"

"No."

"Are we there yet?"

"No."

"Are we-"

"Ask one more time and I will slit your throat."

"Are we there yet?" Chelsea whispered.

"THAT'S IT!" Amy whipped out her baton and reached to the back of the truck to hit Chelsea but Dylan held her back.

"Listen, you two need calm the fuck down we've been on the road for hours so no Chelsea. WE ARE NOT THERE YET." Kayla shouted.

"Fine. But we need to make a stop." Amy sat back down.

"You wanna to beat the fuck out of some walkers?" Dylan asked.

"Yes."

"Let's find a horde then." Dylan nodded to Kayla.

Kayla pulled the truck over to the side and Amy rolled out of the truck and pulled out her guns. She screamed in anger and charged toward the walkers and began to beat the living crap out of them. Kayla, Dylan, and Chelsea watched in horror in the truck.

"Just think about it, that could've been me. Kayla, you're my savior." Chelsea put her hand on her shoulder.

"Yeah…" Kayla mumbled as she continued to watch, "Hey how long do you think it'll be? A few minutes?"

"Hours." Dylan watched.

They continued to watch as Amy took out her large hunting knife and began to continuously stab a few walkers.

"DAMN!" All three of them screamed simultaneously.

Chelsea looked away in disgust.

Hours Later

The four of them were back in the truck and driving toward the signal for another hour.

"So we all good?" Dylan looked over at Amy.

"Yeah, everything is fine." Amy shrugged as she was cleaning her knife.

"Ya sure because you kinda went nuts." Chelsea poked her shoulder.

Amy glared and Chelsea looked at Dylan, "Yup she's good."

"Holy shit!" Kayla said as she slammed the brakes.

Everyone jerked forward and took a minute to compose themselves before looking ahead.

It was a large worn and abandoned building stood before them, it looked like a facility of sorts.

"There guys, the signal's coming from in there." Dylan said as he looked a the radio.

"Well have fun in there, I'm not going." Amy said laying back on the seat.

"Our friend is in there, it's the whole reason we drove this far!" Kayla turned to face Amy and said with exhaustion.

"Our friend who we haven't seen in four years suddenly contacts us and is now hiding in an abandoned building. Yeah, that's totally not a trap." Amy raised a brow.

"You said this when we left headquarters and we all agreed we'd check it out." Dylan said.

"I don't remember that." Amy furrowed her brows.

"Yeah, I guess we'll go." A recording of Amy's voice was played on Chelsea's recorder.

Everyone looked at her questionably.

"What? You never know when you need it." Chelsea put it away.

Amy rolled her eyes, "Fine, but this, this is as far as I'll go." She put her seatbelt to indicate she wasn't budging.

Dylan groaned, "Fine. Kayla, Chelsea and I will check it out."

"K Bye." Amy waved then watched them exit the truck with their guns.

Dylan looked back and just waved as they went in.

Amy took out her hunting knife and began to sharpen it with the smooth rock she found after killing those walkers. It was a habit for her to sharpen whatever weapon she had, it meant she was nervous. Which she would beat the living crap out of anyone that suggested so.

It's true she never wanted to be here. They were safe, secure AND they were needed by the people in their community. Well not desperately need, but still, she felt more useful there. At the same time, she wasn't going to let her friends go on their own following a signal on what was probably a trap.

She sighed and continued to sharpen the knife when she heard the roar of motorcycles and a large truck. Amy quickly took the keys, locked the truck and ducked down in the seats. She observed the vehicles stopped in front of the place. Her eyes stayed focused on the large truck as two men got out of it. The other men on bikes got off and stood around in a circle. She then saw one of the men from the truck, which was probably the leader, step out toward the entrance.

The man was wearing a leather jacket and wielding a barbed wired bat. Not a bad weapon of choice, Amy thought. However, that's all Amy was able to see of the man from her point of view.

"Alright, boys!" She heard the man shout, "Let check this place out!" He gestured to his group and they walked inside the very same building her friends were in. And on top of that, another horde of walkers began to make their way to the vehicles.

"Well, shit." Amy hissed as she looked between the walkers and the group of men. She had a decision to make.