Hunter was walking briskly, dirt crunching underneath his boot. He was dragging Lola behind him as she wasn't keeping up. His dirty blonde hair swept to the left, bangs gliding across the top of his eyebrows. Tears filled his bright blue eyes.

"Its okay Lola...you know we had to do it." Lola remained silent as she gave one look over her shoulder and regretted it, seeing her dad slowly dying.

"C'mon Lola walk faster sweetie." He said, trying to hide the fear.

"B-But why?" Lola asked her young eyes gleaming.

"Becau-" He was interrupted by the sound of the clickers coming from every direction behind him. "Run!" He picked up Lola and ran forward.

"DADDY." Lola screamed as she saw her dad struggling while being devoured by the clickers.

He was running faster than ever, he knew they only had a few minutes before they finished with his father and came after the two of them. Hunter was praying that someone could save them. They lost all of their weapons when they ran from the backpack on their fathers shoulders. Hunter made a sharp turn and pressed his back against the alleyway corner. He looked around for any sign of the Fireflies, as usual no human was in sight. No friendly human anyways. The clickers slowly walked past and Hunter gave a deep sigh of relief. A little too deep. One of the zombies heard this and came to investigate.

"Lola the bad guys are coming, run as fast and as far as you can go Lola." Hunter gave her a kiss on the head and pushed her on her way.

"But..." Lola stampered.

"GO!" Hunter screamed and looked around for anything that could be used as a weapon. He spotted a wooden board and slowly clenched his hand around it. The pack of zombies was coming closer and closer and Hunter closed his eyes. They reached him and he screamed and swung the board with all his might at the closest zombie. Its head indented inwards and blood poured out as the zombie slowly fell to its side. Hunter was surprised that he finally killed one. The rest of the pack heard the commotion and ran in on him.

"Fuck..." He saw about 7 closing in on him. He braced for the impact and swung the wood, hitting a clicker in the neck. Splinters struck the clickers veins and blood was spurting like a sprinkler. He kicked the others before they got too close and finished off the clicker by smashing its head onto his knee. He was surrounded by the pack and it was too late, he felt the bite in his arm and another on his shoulder. He blacked out just after he saw Lola take the board from his hand.

"No.." he whispered then drifted off to sleep.

He awoke in a building seeing Lola across from him. He immediately backed away from her remembering he was bitten. Lola had blood all over and a revolver in her hands.

"Where'd you get that thing...?" Hunter asked still waking up.

"I found it." Her eight year old body was covered in bruises.

"Listen you know...I was bitten...and you know what that means...right?"

"But Hunter." she tried to get out.

"No buts, I'm going to turn Lola and you need to kill me before I do okay?"

"Hunter!"

"What?"

"You got bitten a week ago."