I sat cross-legged on the floor of the Safe house, cleaning out my shotgun. It was frustrating how often the damn thing had to be opened up. It turned out movies and videogames were full of lies-you can't just shoot indefinitely.

Ammo, ammo, ammo: the three magical words of an apocalypse.

It was a miracle the guys and I all preferred different types of guns; that way we weren't fighting over the damn bullets like we used to fight over health packs.

I shook my head slightly, grinning down at my weapon of choice before looking over at the guys. Bill was asleep, his gun in his lap, Louis was reading a book he found a few days ago in one of the apartments we went through, and Francis was staring up at the ceiling, his eyes glazed over with what I assumed was pure boredom.

"Hey, Francine,"

He blinked, his eyes refocusing, and glared intently at me. "What do you want, Zoey?"

"Are you okay?" I pieced my gun back together and it emitted a loud clicking noise. "You look a little freaked out."

He snorted, turning back to stare at the ceiling. "I'm bored."

I snickered and set the gun down next to me, stretching.

Back a few weeks ago, when we were all still getting to know one another, we would enter these somewhat scary, heated arguments. I was always so scared that someone would eventually snap with a gun in his hand.

"I know, Zoey," Louis said one night, his voice hushed. Francis and Bill were around the corner of the alley we stood in, discussing strategies to fight off Jockeys. I was about to join them before a hand on my shoulder stopped me and Louis gave me a pointed look. "Trust me, they scare me too. But I don't think it'll get out of control."

I looked at him for a few seconds before nodding. He gave me a curt nod back and went around the corner to the others. I followed behind silently.

Yeah, Bill and Francis did not like each other one bit at first, but I think we all bonded throughout this entire mess. As the weeks trickled on, the fights decreased in frequency until we were left with occasional bickering.

We stopped hogging the pain pills and medical tape and eventually even offered to heal one another. This group of 4 strangers was, sappily enough, starting to turn into a tight-knit family.

A shake to my shoulder brought me back to the present.

"Zoey?" Louis said, stepping back. "Are you ready?"

I nodded. "Mhm, let's do this."