Zoey woke up with a jerk. Francis had his arm around her protectively; his head leaned back over the short concert wall they were leaning up against the night before. She began to untangle herself from the blanket and his grip, but found he had handful of her hair.

"Francis..." She started to giggle in her awkward position.

"Francis!" She said it a bit louder this time, taking her free hand and shaking his leg.

"Eh...I don't- not right now." He mumbled.

Zoey sighed. Glancing out the barred window she saw it was still dark, but the sky had gotten a bit lighter. She figured it was about 4:30am.

She snuggled back close to Francis. He lightened his grip, unconsciously reassured she wasn't leaving. She began to sing a lullaby. It was her favorite and she always sung it before he woke up, when they do have their cuddle sessions. He seemed to like it.

When the Wind Blows, Sky's a-moving

When the Sky Cries, the land's a-moving

When the Land moves, the people are a-moving

And lives will go-o-o-o on-n-n-n.

She felt Francis move to sit up. She must of woke him up, but he didn't say anything for a long while.

"I won't let you out of my sight. I hope you know that." He said finally.

"I know. It's nice to have this with you Francis. Louis is just... I don't know. It's comforting to have a tough shoulder to cry on." Zoey smiled.

She felt Francis harden at the business man's name. He despised Louis. Francis almost killed him when they ran into him and Bill. After strenuous negotiating, they decided to team up and become a strong team of four.

"He touches you, and he'll have wished a tank got him." Francis growled. Zoey only giggled.

"Ever since we became close, he hasn't even dared to look at me alone. So don't worry, kay?" Francis softened once more.

Francis began to get up, running his hands over his short, shaven hair. Zoey followed, fixing her hair back into a ponytail. Her hair had gotten really long, since getting a hair cut wasn't a luxury she herself could have.

"Should we get the other two up?" Zoey said quietly. Francis shrugged his massive shoulders once. She figured she'd wake up Bill at least. He was the one that wanted to leave early.

She took light steps to the huge mattress, leaning down to pick the right face of the two. She carefully leaned over to check one face, when someone put their hand on her shoulder.

"I'm already up, doll. Thanks anyway." Bill's gruff voice made her jump in the silence.

"Oh. Okay." Zoey stood up, and turned on her heel.

Francis ripped the map off the wall and began to make marks under the dying light hanging overhead. Bill quietly gave instruction and advice as to where the next safe room would logically be.

Zoey found her beloved iPod, and found a good fast paced techno song. She never like techno before, but it gets her blood pumping before she runs through a group of man eating people.

She found a belt on the floor, tinkered with it until it became the perfect thing to hold pill's and a pipe bomb. She tightened it around her right thigh. She then found her utility belt she prided off a construction worker weeks ago.

Tying it around her waist, she put her med pack, and her two pistols.

She noticed Bill was already ready, with his Molotov and pills. Francis picked up his huge belt that had a defibrillator unit, med pack, ax, and his shotgun was slung over his shoulder.

Noticing his 'baby' she looked for her own shotgun. She loved that gun. It saved her life more times than she could remember. It was a beautiful silver, with custom pink around the butt of the gun. She was so proud she found a it. What are the odds?

Finding it against a wall, she slung it over her shoulder, securing it in place. She pulled it out in a test run to make sure it wasn't caught in her jacket.

'Smooth in, smooth out', she thought to herself.

"Are you ready, Zoe?" Francis asked.

"Yup, sure are Francis" She gave him a big smile for courage. He seemed to take it all in.

"Good" He said in a booming voice. That woke Louis up

"W-What??" He shouted out.

"Get up! We're leaving in a few minutes." Francis' face turned hard once again. After kicking the mattress, he yanked the off Louis.

"A`right man!" he shouted back angrily.

Francis bolted out the door first, shooting a boomer in the gut. The skin began ripping apart from the shock of the shotgun blast. Green muck shot everywhere, landing on some unnoticed zombies nearby. They frantically began to scratch at each other and themselves, desperate to get into the stench.

The ones that missed the blast let out an errie screech. Zoey lifted her pistols and carefully aimed at their heads, making her target easily every time. As long as she kept her mind focused, she always made her head shot.

She suddenly got yanked back so hard she lost her breath. She knew what happened even before she regained her sight. Being dragged across the pavement at about 15mph was enough to knock her unconscious, but she fought against it and screamed as loud as she could. Mostly to get the attention of her teammates, but the zombies seemed to be afraid of her screams. It might be what's left of their human mind, or the reminder of what a witch is, she didn't know.

She heard an AK ring out over the zombie noise. That was Bill she thought. Then a single loud shot, the force pullingher went slack. That was Louis. She carefully made a mentalnote of any broken or injured limbs. Nothing. She sighed inrelief. A broken bone now would be fatal, and not just forher. They wouldn't leave her so they would have to stay behind or try to carry her. There would be no way theywould all survive.

She kept shooting zombies that dared to come close to her. She pointed her pistol at them, making sure they were zombies before pulling the trigger. Brain matter splattered across her vision. Normally that would have made her sick before, but now it was conformation the assailant was dead. Stupid bastards can't hurt her if they have no head... yet.

Francis came over; ripping what was left of the tongue from around her shoulders. He kept his hard face, but she knew how he felt. She got that same feeling whenever a tank threw him, or a Charger got it's target.

"Come on Zoe, we need to keep moving." He grabbed her hand and yanked her up.