Chapter 1: Dust To Dust.

Gun fire ripped the air savagely a smoker grabbed me and started to pull me in then Bill arrived and shot the smoker in the forehead it exploded in a puff of smoke. Bill offered his hand out I took it "Thanks Bill your a life saver-" I stopped because I saw him... no, it had Bills Clothes and body but its face had blood dripping from its mouth and eyes witch glowed red.

It then spoke and said in the most frighting voice ever "I only killed it cause I Wanted YOU FOR MY SELF!" then it lounged at me and I screamed and screamed and screamed. Then gunfire shot my eyes open I was in a sleeping bag I looked around and remembered that I was in a house were Francis and Louis were camping at the only thing that wasn't their when I fell asleep these bullet holes in the wall. I looked to my left and saw Louis holding his pistol and was calming down.

Louis said in a pained and tired voice " Was it another nightmare Zoey?

"Yes..." I said getting up and walking towards the window were a generator was their and a long streak of blood was leading from their to the inside of the building. We all Know what who was lying their... The strongest, bravest, man in the world... Bill.

"I miss him to Zoey... but the past is- AAGGHH!"

I turned to see Louis trying to stand up and walk beside me but before sacrificed himself Louis tried to help him but before he could get off the bridge Bill shot him in the leg so he wouldn't have to die to.

"He couldn't of put it in the arm... Damn it."

"Were is Francis?" I asked the former businessman.

"Well... he... uhh..."

"NO! NO NO NO NO NO! NOT HIM TO!" I shouted breaking down.

" HE'S NOT DEAD ZOEY. NOT DEAD." He said trying to calm me down. " Hes outside talking to some other survivors.

Just then Francis walked in and was grumbling curses from under his breath I only manged to make out "That God Damn uptight gambling asshole..."

"Who are you so pissed off at?" I asked causally.

"This Fucking pretty boy who gave me a lot of check... he and some of his friends are going to lower the bridge so they can escape to... uh... New Orleans."

"Why" asked Louis.

"Bets me." Replied Francis."

After an hour the four arrived at an elevator. The first survivor was the "Pretty Boy" He wore a white suite he had dark hair and was carrying an Mk 16.

The next I was so relived to see was a women who was an African-American wearing a pink shirt and caring duel pistols.

The 3rd came leaping up the stairs he wore a bull shifters T-Shirt and a base ball cap and was carrying an ax. He turned his head and said "Come on Coach were here."

Then a voice replied "Ellis you, Nick and Rochelle all know that I cant walk as fast as 'PAINT' you guys.

The Last one was their painting he wore a sports jersey and the black man was rather plump and he carried a shotgun.

"What took ya so long?" asked Francis teasingly

"We took a few detours." Replied Nick.

After a while we made a plan and then the four drove away in a... NASCAR? But zombies followed them and all zombies disappeared.

I made a decision in my mind right then and their. Now or never. "Louis come over here."

He crawled towards me "yeah?"

"Were going to do something that we need to do."

"Francis!"

"Yeah Zoey."

"Help me get Louis to his feet."

After a while we made it to our destination... Bills body.

"What are we doing here?" asked Louis slouched on a wall.

I didn't answer. All I did was find a Molotov and they new what I was doing...

"On the count of three..." said Francis.

"1, 2... 3" I threw the molotov on bill and watched the fire and I was speechless. But then Louis said "Ash's to Ash's... Dust to dust.