Julius was in his hotel room where his "Guest" was sleeping in the bed while he was simply staring out the window a cigarette in his hand. "Boring ass city..."

He had been in Pittsburg for a few weeks now and the only thing he did was sleep with women and play video games in his spare time. The bonds office was closed because of the weekend and he was bored out of his mind with no violence or fear of losing his life. All of the time he had a small pistol on his side, sometimes even during dates or sleeping with his girl of the day, mainly because of the many people who had sworn to kill him for turning them over to the police. He didn't like the idea of being associated with the police but he dealt with it, this was the only job where he got some excitement, because of his criminal history the military had refused to take him so he had no chance of action that way.

"I am sick of this city already" He turned back to the girl laying comfortably in the bed with her back to him, she had given a few weird twitches in the past hour which caused him to leave the bed in the first place, he simply ignored him thinking of how he would get rid of her in the morning. Like all the others she was a sugar girl who was dull and bored the hell out of him. To pass the time he went to his room's door and pulled out a small combat knife he got when he started the business, although he could not often kill this helped him bring people back alive instead of a bullet. He looked around his room not caring for much, closing the window realizing it was too cold in his black wife-beater he turned to the woman in his bed who had started to sneeze uncontrollably, her blonde hair waving around violently as she did so.

"Looks like she will need some medicine...maybe I should order some from room service." Before he finished she started to shake and jerk even more violently until she went still appearing to not breathe, "What the hell...hey...Christine you alright? Christine!" He continued to yell until he put out his cigarette and swiftly walked to the bed and began to shake her. "Hey...girl you ok, you need a doctor or something?" When she stopped moving he gave a quick curse. "Damn I knew I was good, but I didn't think I would kill the bitch..." after laying her down he put his hands on his head beginning to pace. "Shit if the police find this i am going to prison...damn it!" As he began to rage he noticed her nose began to bleed and she was turning pale quickly, her dark skin now seeming almost old. "What...the...fuc-" Before he could finish his sentence she jumped off the bed rushing towards him teeth first pinning him to the wall. "Hey bitch, what the hell you doin'?!" She only answered by lunging her head forward to bite him but Julius ducked down and pushed her back over the bed. "Hey Christine chill out girl...you ain't right!" She again rushed forward this time waving her hands crazily but Julius prepared reached for a nearby lamp and brought it to her head. "Bitch you got me fucked up!" She laid down on the floor unmoving from the blow to the head. Julius without hesitation ran to his night-stand to get his weapons. "I gotta get out of here...I know someone heard that shit."

As he put his black hoody on and put up the hood covering his tight cornrows he stuffed two pistol's on the holsters he put under his hoody. "This shit is crazy...god damn it I'm going to jail this time!" While he got his knife off the stand he turned and noticed the woman he thought dead was standing up snarling at him. "Didn't I just kill yo' ass?" She only lunged forward to only be met by Julius's blade meeting with her throat. "Ok...time to go." He ran to get his bag and pack all his clothes and anything else he felt necessary knowing he had to leave town. "This shit is crazy...what the hell was wrong with that bitch...and why hasn't anyone been banging on my door?" As he said that he heard an abundance of screams coming from other rooms. "What the..." He only replied by drawing one of his 9 millimeter glock's from his hoody. "Something ain't right..." Julius moved to open his hotel rooms door and what he saw surprised even him.

A door had been flung open with a man running out towards Julius. "Please...help me! they are going to kill us!" As he said that three men and one child all with the same characteristics of the woman he just killed ran out teeth and nails bearing towards them. "I hate to tell you this man...But they only gonna kill you." He pushed the man back into them sprinting for the elevator only to watch it slide down past him apparently crashing on the bottom floor. He turned back seeing that the crazed family was feasting on the man he gave up. "Ok...that's some nasty shit."

As one of them looked up towards him his own eyes grew wide as he noticed the man charging for him only to meet a bullet to the head from Julius's glock. As the rest charged he began to unload. He noticed that the bullet's would not affect them unless it was to the head or sometimes the chest. As he put his glock back in the holster he looked down the elevator shaft to see that there was a hole to the elevator hold. "How am i going to get down there?" He saw the wire to the bottom of the elevator shaft so he jumped to it sliding down it rapidly as he set down on top of the elevator he noticed his hands were burnt badly and slightly bloody. "Fuck..." Seeing that the hatch wouldn't open from just his force he sighed as he heard more screaming.

Julius decided to try to fit through the crack of the elevator door which he somehow was able to do despite his size. As he fell onto the floor of the lobby he saw three bellhops that were looking around obviously scared. "Hey...what the fuck is going on here?!" One of them turned around with a jump. "W-we don't know...one second everything was fine and the next our manager was eating the chef! After him a few others began to act weird and started to eat some of the customers, then they went up-stairs." Julius decided he didn't even care what was going on only he wanted to leave. "Whatever I'm out of this mother...you all deal with that shit." One of the bell-hops ran to him to stop him from leaving. "Wait don't...there are a shit load of them outside! They will kill you." Julius snorted at his words. "Fuck them...I kill, not the other way around, now move your bitch ass out of my way before you see how good I am."

The man now terrified of Julius ran back over to the counter as Julius went to the door bringing his pistol out stepping cautiously. As he stepped into the street he noticed several of the infected surrounding many buildings and stores, destroying everything in their path, and leaving a bloody trail. "I know one thing...this shit is gonna be fun...but I need more heat."

Jay stared as the man crumpled onto the concrete. He clicked the safety on his pistol, sliding it into the back of his pants. The soldier took a moment to take a breath, first noticing his overturned car, and then the fires and screaming people everywhere. The smell of burning flesh and smoke filled the air. Jay groaned, unsure as to what was really happening. He made his way over to his car, climbing into the over turned driver's cabin. He frowned at the crumpled leather seating, the only useful object to be seen being his old military knife. It was standard issue, and could be useful, although he figured the Army would roll in and put everything back to normal.

He slipped the knife into his front pocket, climbing out of the car, a bloodied woman slamming right into him. The soldier fell to the concrete pavement, the woman doing the same with a shriek, spitting blood up into the air and on the pavement. The woman jumped up a just a bit faster than Jay, pouncing on top of him. She clawed at him angrily, red liquid dripping from her mouth as she screamed. Jay held her arms back with his hands, moving his head side-to-side to dodge her gnashing teeth. He slammed his knee into her stomach, pushing the sick woman off momentarily, giving him time to slip his pistol from its place. He trained it on the woman's head as she jumped on him once again, the gun doing nothing.

She slammed on top of him, sinking her teeth his left hand. Jay yelped, gripping her neck with his free hand, and ripping the woman off of him, throwing her to the ground. He stood up quickly, snatching the knife from his pocket, and flipping it open. The woman moved to stand, only to have Jay on top of her, driving the serrated edge of the blade into the soft skin in her eye socket. The creature screamed, before growing silent. Jay removed the now crimson stained blade from her skull, closing the knife, but keeping it in hand.

"What the hell….?" He asked to the mass of flesh and bodies that swirled around him, innocent people everywhere being chased by groups of five or six of these things, only to be pounced on.

The screaming didn't last very long.

Jay sprinted for his fallen weapon, snatching the pistol up quickly. "Safety is still on." He complained to himself, bopping himself on the head for his own stupid blunder. He slipped the pistol into its usual place, looking over the scene with a mix of disgust and horror.

Bodies lay everywhere, blood coated the parking lot. Cars sat overturned or blocked off from the exits by their own brethren. A little girl with her intestines hanging out of her lazily, an old man screaming in pain as one of the monster's tore his arm away, a college girl in a pink jacket shooting what looked to be two pistols at a group far off, that was all Jay could discern from the chaos. He looked down at the dead child, fighting to keep his dinner down.

He'd seen many people get ripped to pieces by explosives, being a Blackhawk pilot, but children wasn't something he was used to. Cannibalism was a bit new too though.

He jerked his head up at the sound of a woman's voice in the distance, rising over the chaos. "Please be Sherry." He mumbled under his breath, sprinting toward the voice. He slid through the mass of violence, drawing his pistol, clicking off the safety, and ejecting a round into one woman who got to close. It exploded into her chest cavity, sending her tumbling to the ground, blood spurting from her chest.

He slammed a fist into another monster's nose, sending it back with a sickening crack. He continued toward the voice, making out a tall woman standing outside of the hospital's garage. The woman had what looked to be a bow, shooting it into a nearby infected's neck, sending it to the floor.

"A bow? Fucking witch hunters now?!" He wondered aloud, running around a group of the sick people who were far too busy feeding on some unlucky bastard to care about him.

The woman flashed a sad smile at him when he finally made it to the door. The infected seemed to interested in the screaming people to care for the duo. Jay looked the woman over, she had black hair tied back into a ponytail, her blue eyes studying him in the same manner.

She was taller than him, and for some reason, that pissed him off. He'd always considered himself to be tall enough man.

"You're not Sherry…"

"Uhm…no, I'm not."

"Who are you?"

The woman shifted a bit uncomfortably, stepping back toward the building. He assumed it was to hide herself from the sick people, "Tonya Hansen…..I work here….and you?"

Jay looked the woman over, giving her an uneasy smile, "John Ander….Jay is fine." He chanced a look over his shoulder, his frown returning as the ground began to rumble. Bodies started flying into the air, and a huge, meaty fist flung itself above the crowd of sick people, a monstrous roar following.

"Well…..I don't like that." Tonya mumbled, backing up toward the door, "Maybe it's just a dog…or something?" Jay half-joked, the Giant mound of muscle and flesh erupting from the crowd, it's jawless face covered in scar and blood. The beast charged, but not for them. It launched itself toward a nearby dumpster.

"Come get me, sugartits!" An adolescent voice yelled, an English touch to its accent. The beast slammed a fist into the dumpster, sending it into the air. A few feet away, stood a boy with a black bandana a purple hoodie.

The boy lifted what looked to be a crudely made shank, throwing it at the beast. The weapon lodged itself in the monster's shoulder, eliciting a yell of rage from its jawless mouth. The wall of flesh lunged for the boy, missing as he tucked into a roll and jumped to his feet behind the monster. It spun its meaty fist around, the boy fucking under, and again rolling away. He let out an unhealthy cackle, climbing onto the beast's back, only to have it quickly grab him and toss him to the ground next to Jay and Tonya.

The boy's dark brown eyes blinked up at the two, the movement under his bandana indicating a grin, "Hi there, you're my friends now." The boy jumped to his feet, pointing at the struggling monster, "And he's the bad guy, so shoot him!"

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Jay yelled, firing two shots at the hulk of flesh. They imbedded themselves into its back, seemingly unaffecting it. The beast turned to them with a roar, before the sound of an overflying helicopter drowned it out.

"So lets uhm, run maybe?!" Tonya screamed, shooting an arrow at the monster. It raised a fist, the arrow imbedding itself in its knuckle. It roared again, turning around as the helicopter began firing at it from a side gunner. "That's a Huey…..we don't use those anymore." Jay mumbled as the beast charged toward it, giving them a chance.

"Who cares? Let's kill it!" The boy yelled giddily, Tonya grabbing him by the back of his neck,

"No! Calm down!"

"I am the Godfather and you will all bow!"

Jay gave the boy a puzzled look, shaking his head. He scanned the parking lot, seeing nothing but chaos. "Listen, I'm a military pilot. You two can stay with me until I get you to a safezone, alright?"

Tonya and the boy both glanced at him, the woman's expression softening, the boy laughing manically, "That sound fine with me, Mister Ander."

"Fuck you!"

Jay gave the boy another look, despite the kid's words, he was grinning. The hospital did house some of the crazies….maybe he was one of them.

"What's you name son?"

The boy finally calmed down, or at least, he stopped flailing his limbs, "I am the V."

"Just the V?"

"Just the V."

Jay groaned, Tonya following suite. He cast his gaze over to the nearby park, eyeing a still fully intact tour bus. He couldn't make out the letters on the matte black vehicle's side, but it would do.

"See that bus? That's where we're going." Jay ordered, pointing toward the vehicle, "V, if you stay with me I'll get you a treat or something…."

"What kind of treat?"

"Ice cream?"

The boy nodded enthusiastically, holding out his hands, "Gimme a knife." Jay frowned, finding this the only way to keep the boy from running to his death. He tossed the teenager his combat knife, eyeing the infected, and the now much smaller number of people trying to escape their claws.

Tonya let him go, and the child sprinted ahead, making a beeline for the bus, "Fucking shit!" Jay yelled, "I second this motion!" Tonya mumbled in reply, stringing another arrow.

Jace cut through the infected like a battering ram, ducking under one and driving the crimson stained blade into its jugular, pouncing on top of another and effectively beheading it. He hurled the knife into another's forehead, charging the last infected in the group that had targeted him to the ground. He bashed his fists against the sick man's face until it finally cracked, caving in under him. Jace grinned as he removed his gore covered hands, looking back at his new "friends."

"I win." He screamed with a wicked grin, sliding the knife out of its current emplacement.

"He's very…energetic." Tonya whispered to Jay as they crossed into the park, which was oddly almost empty. Bodies lined the ground everywhere, riddled with bullet holes.

"Looks like the chopper had some fun times." Jay mumbled in response, keeping his pistol down at his side, scanning the area. A few benches jutted up from the ground, along with the occasional concrete table or tree. The formally green ground was now stained red with blood and organs.

Jace sprinted for the bus, stopping in front of it with a frustrated look, "It's locked." He yelled at the two, who'd decided to walk.

Suddenly, the building around them erupted with screaming, people, infected and normal people flowing out and into the streets. Tonya yelped in surprise, the bus now coming to life with a loud groan.

"We need to hurry." Jay yelled, breaking into a run.

He stopped to look back as the second level of a nearby building exploded open, the wall of flesh from earlier falling on top of a group of people with a roar. It began ripping people to pieces, the shiv still poking out from its shoulder. From the hole that the beast had exited, an old man in what looked to be an old military uniform, a Vietnam uniform, stood, firing an old M16 at the beast .It turned toward the man, charging, and giving the people it was attacking a chance to run.

"Always the heroes. I just need to get these two out…" Jay said to himself, turning to see Tonya already struggling with the door. Jay struggled to cover the distance, pushing his way past panicking people. He ran through the park, climbing up what looked to be a stage to dodge a group of infected. He made it halfway over, before something hit him hard in the back, sending him to the floor, and knocking the wind out of him.

"Fuck!"

He spun on his back, ready to fight off his attacked. The sound of a soft gasp registered in his ears before he saw her. She stood maybe a little over five feet tall, blond hair falling down her face, a wooden baseball bat in her hands. "Oh god, I'm sorry!" She apologized, reaching down to help Jay up.

The little woman took his surprised hand, struggling to pull him to his feet. He stared down at her, confused, "It's uhh….fine…the zombies are over there." He pointed a finger at the mob of infected, now cutting into the normal people.

The girl cast a look of disgust at the sick people, before looking back up at Jay, green eyes brimming, "I really am sorry…I saw you earlier and I was lost…and…my jeep crashed."

Jay raised an eyebrow, looking over his shoulder at the now opened bus, a figure with a black and red Mohawk seemingly arguing with Tonya, Jace screaming at the people who were trying to escape the infected.

"Lost?"

"No…sort of…I guess." The girl gave him a timid smile, not meeting his gaze, "I'm Simone."

Jay cracked a short smile, hiding it quickly, "John, why don't you just come with me….I'm helping evacuate people, I think."

Simone looked up at him, smiling a bit childishly, "Really? Is that your bus?" She asked, standing on her toes, trying to look over him and failing, instead leaning to the side and looking at the vehicle. "It's about to be." Jay hissed, turning to the bus, and slipping his last clip into the pistol.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing. Just don't wander off okay?"

Jay jogged over to the bus, Simone right behind him, albeit a bit slower. The infected were still busy chewing up the screaming people, although they'd be done very soon. The muscular beast was nowhere to be seen, along with the old man who'd been combating it.

The two arrived at the bus, Jace playing with the knife, bored and disinterested. Tonya was having a shouting match with the olive skinned driver. He had the typical rock star look, a lip piercing, combat boots, and a leather jacket. The big thing however, were the red eyes, which Jay assumed were artificial contacts.

"And why the fuck should I take you?" The man hissed, urging Simone to step behind Jay, "Because we have a kid." Tonya pointed out, jerking a finger toward Jace.

"He's probably sixteen, not a kid."

"Just let us in!"

Jay stepped forward, politely pushing Tonya to the side, "Because you'll get killed on your own. I have military training, Army'll trust me. They stop you all alone, they'll get suspicious, maybe think you did something to infect people."

The stranger's darkened face went a bit pale, "Okay, I get it, whatever, get in."

Jay's face lightened up, a big smile on his face, "Thank you." He muttered, climbing into the small bus, followed by the others.

The cabin was luxurious, record lining the walls on hangers. Couches and TVs everywhere you could care to look. It was all a nice homey color, a full kitchen lying between the driver's seat and the main room. In the back, three small rooms stood out, two of which housing bunk beds, the last a large bed. He assumed that was for the driver. There was one bathroom, but Jay didn't intend to use this bus for very long.

"Wow…" Tonya gasped looking over the room, closing the door behind her. The rocker guy moved up to the driver's seat, starting the bus once more.

"I don't mind this." Simone mumbled a bit shyly, plopping down on one of the couches. Jace shrugged, sitting down on the kitchen counter, playing with his new knife. Tonya went into the back, for what, Jay couldn't tell.

" V guy, Tonya, this is Simone." He motioned toward the small woman, who scooted away from the boy.

"Happy to meet you!" Tonya yelled a bit artificially, the sound of a shower turning on from where she was.

Jay rolled his eyes. This was hardly the time for a shower. He strolled toward the front of the bus, plopping down in the navigator's chair, "Why aren't we moving?" He asked, the infected now clawing at the bus.

"Why do you think professor?" The rocker hissed sarcastically, pointing at the mob of infected in front of them.

"They're already dead, just barrel through them?"

"Seriously?"

"Yes."

The bus lurched, moving forward slowly, gaining speed, and the barreling through the infected. Bodies and blood sprayed across the windshield, but the bus broke through. It hurtled down the highway, only to have a dark skinned man in a hoody run in front of the bus, pointing a handgun at them. The rocker slammed the break, the bus's passengers yelling at the sudden stop.

The stranger moved to the side of the bus, knocking on the door, "What was your name again?"

"Elijah."

Jay nodded, moving toward the door. He could already hear the cries of the sick people. Simone got to the door, slipping it open first. The man barreled inside, closing the door behind him. He had dark brown eyes, and cornrows running down his head.

"Who are you?" Simone asked a bit timidly, gripping her bat as the bus began to move again. The man looked up at her, a smirk on his face, "Julius, I'm glad to see some of the pretty women survived."

Tonya blushed, backing up, "T-thanks."

Jay gave the man a frown, training his pistol on the man's head. Juilius slowly stood up, easily a head taller than Jay, "Hey man, that ain't how you make friends y'know." The larger man half insulted, making a big scene of oogling at Simone.

"Give me the gun."

"Can't do that white boy."

The two stumbled a bit as the bus sped up, the sounds of gunfire outside now overshadowing the screams. "If you start shooting then I'll take care of the women." Elijah called from the front, turning the bus around a sharp corner.

Jace crept up behind the large man, snatching the glock from his pocket, "Fuck yes I have a gun!"

Julius jerked his head at the younger man, "The fuck you doin' with my gun son?!"

Jay grinned at the boy, edging up to the larger man, "Now sit until we're out of the city, and then we'll have a little talk. Julius groaned, complying reluctantly. Making a point of sitting next to Simone, who was edging away from him slowly.

"Man fuck you, you sack hat wearin' bitch."

"I could just shoot you."

Julius went silent, instead staring up to the driver's seat. "At least quit pointin' it at me."

Jay complied, sliding his handgun into his backpocket. He strode up to the front, sitting back into the navigator's seat, "We're dumping him once we're out."

Elijah gave him a quick look, before looking back at the road and swerving away from a car, "I'm dumping all of you. This isn't permanent."

Jay shrugged, taking off his hat and stuffing it into his pocket. He ran a hand through his short brown hair, spiking it up in the front a bit, "Whatever bud, just get us out of the city."

Elijah stayed silent, to focused on the driving to respond. Jay shrugged, leaning back in the chair.

He looked back to see Simone standing over him, "I'm just going to stay up here, John." She mumbled, sitting down between the seats, her small frame fitting perfectly.

"Tits or get out." Elijah joked, at least, Jay thought he was joking. Simone huffed, rolling her eyes at the driver. "I have a bat."

"And I have a shotgun."

"Touché."

Jay gave them both an amused look, watching the road ahead intently, "Just out of the city and we're fine."