If there is enough appeal for this then I will continue the story. Warning: This story contains Swearing.

Chapter 1

They walked in silence. None of them were capable of talking right now, they were still numb from the shock. The moment he stood before them, molotov in hand, staring down the Tanks. And then he charged, launching it at the face of the nearest, raising his pistol to meet the other. It was a moment of unmatched bravery. It was also a moment that saved the lives of people he was forced to band with.

Since departing from the bridge and assisting the fellow Survivors the journey into the unknown was oddly safe. They had encountered no more than regular zombies, however they had seen glimpses of Specials lurking in the shadows of buildings. They were on the very outskirts of the city, the rattles of gunfire and muffled explosions still present. They came across an old DIY store, where Francis made and stocked up on pipe bombs and molotovs. When offered to Zoey, she couldn't face equipping one, almost as if she could see Bill in the reflection in the glass. Making their way into a residential area, they started to become aware of the shadows starting to stretch, so it became priority to find shelter for the night.

They found a safe room tucked in the back of an old apartment, the door just visible behind a stack of cardboard boxes. Stepping inside, slamming the door shut and sliding the bar into place, the Survivors were finally able to relax. Louis took inventory of his pack, Francis lit up a smoke and Zoey set about making beds. Francis leaned his shotgun on a rusty chair in the corner and retrieved his pack from his shoulder. Pulling out a protein bar, he held it out to Zoey. "Here kid, your treat tonight." Zoey grabbed it without thanks and slumped down in a heap on a sleeping bag. Louis and Francis glanced at each other, concerned. Louis gazed around the room, his eyes settling on a map with various sketches and directions on it. Holding it up in the fading daylight, he could see there was an evacuation route marked out.

Louis said "Guys, we should take a look at this, see if we can get a plan in place for tomorrow." Zoey sighed. "Another plan Louis? Come on, we thought the boat was our best shot, and look how that turned out!" Louis looked at his torn shirt, where he was ambushed by a Witch waiting in the shadows of Bill's yacht. Louis shook his head. "I know that was a massive let down, but we've got to keep trying. If we just give up we might as well sleep out there tonight. What do you say Francis?" Francis thought for a moment, then grumbled as he knelt down to see the map.

Louis began. "Ok, so from what it looks like there's a road tunnel under the river. Now if the streets are as quiet as the ones we've been using then we can get to the tunnel. According to the map there's regular airlifts from the top of a high rise on the far side of town."

Francis frowned. "What if the streets are filled with Witches and Hunters?" Louis nodded to Francis' shotgun, "I guess we'll just have to fight through them." Francis laughed, "Bullshit! We wouldn't last 5 seconds unless we offered you up as bait. I mean, we all know about your little soft spot for Spitters. Ain't that right little Louis?"

"Fuck off Francis, I'm trying my best here."

"Well maybe Louis, we shouldn't have taken the goddamn train you told us to! Maybe then we wouldn't be in this shithole! Maybe we'd still have Bill and at least then we would have a have decent plan as opposed to yours! Francis bellowed.

There was silence once again as the mention of Bill made everybody feel guilty. Then zombie screams tore through the air. Louis grabbed his gun, leaning to look out the boarded up window. Francis raised his arms in annoyance. "Oh great. We upset the fucking neighbours." The sun had set beyond the horizon now, so Louis was only able to make out silhouettes and dark figures in the gloom, rushing past the boards. Moments later they heard the floor outside the room pounding and crashing with heavy feet and bodies. The screams and wails of the dead were deafening. The scratching of Hunters against the wall outside only added to the noise. There was absolutely no way out now. Zoey moaned and lay back on the sleeping bag, her arm resting over her eyes. "Well," she shouted, "At least there isn't a Tank or Charger"...

End of Chapter 1

Normally I would make the Chapters longer, however as this is the first one it's more of a 'Teaser' for what's to come. Thanks for reading!