Three weeks after the day...
The road was deserted since the day it all began, but a car going at high speed on this road, a beautiful black colored Renault. Inside the car were two men, one young and one who seemed older.
"It was fun that we escape the horde, the end of time seems to be very bad thing, at least I have fun." Youngest speaks cheerfully.
"Fred, this is serious stuff, I told a lot of good people died, but at least that survive have anything better to do, rather than get locked in that office holding up my head." The old one talks with several different shades. They both start to laugh.
"Watch out!" Fred despairs.
The car left the road and fell into the bushes, the two men trying to hold on, but the car was pounding until stopped overturned. Fred manages to get up, he looks at the other man, who is still in shock.
"Rooney!" Fred desperately tries to wake him up.
Fred drags Rooney out of the car, which was starting to catch fire, he tried desperately to wake up Rooney, his best friend, but he did not wake up, Fred looked at his bloody face, Rooney can open one eye and then the other.
"Rooney, are you okay?" Fred asks if relieving.
Rooney does not respond, just gets up and starts walking toward Fred, still blood from his face out and drop in your white shirt. He soon moves on Fred, who can pick up your knife and stab Rooney scared.
"Oh my god! How do I explain this to his family?" Fred asks himself.
Fred moves away from the car, which soon explodes, Fred starts running because the noise attracts the dead.
Matthew wakes up with the sun going directly into his face, the day looks gorgeous, except for the sad scene on the street, Mary had already raised what Matthew can see, Matthew comes to the kitchen, where you will find Mary looking for something in the cabinets above. Matthew walks towards her and grabs her by the waist.
"What are you looking for?" Matthew speaks while embracing Mary.
"Food, we're almost out of food." Mary speaks little surprised that Matthew be grabbing it.
"We'll have to leave home to search for food, which would be dangerous." Matthew speaks, releasing Mary.
"We'll have to risk it, or we will starve." Mary speaks more frightened.
"Let me go, if I do not survive, flee into the woods and look for any survivors, I do not believe that we are the last." Matthew speaks confidently.
"No. .. I ... Ok I'll stay here, good luck." Mary speaks and then kisses Matthew, Paul appears shortly thereafter.
"Good morning, Paul! I will be right back." Matthew speaks softly to Paul.
Matthew quietly out of the house, and then closes the gate, even if it is almost useless because a herd of those demons could topple.
Fred arrives in a small street, some walking dead there was toward Fred, who was coughing as he raised the knife, he took the first and pierced his head, most of them approached Fred, one jumped on him, but Fred dodged and stabbed him, just left to run, if he returned to the forest, he would soon be surrounded. Fred ran toward a house, which seemed to have some barricades, seemed like a good place to take refuge. Fred jumped the gate and threw himself against the door barricade, falling sitting at the entrance of the house, while watching the dead trying to bring down the gate.
Mary hears the noise seemed to be those dead again, she grabs the gun from her husband and walks slowly toward the gate, that novelty, undead trying to enter the house.
"Do not shoot!" Mary hears.
She turns around and sees a man sitting in front of the door of the house, he was all covered with blood, which frightened Mary, she pointed the gun and walked slowly toward the man.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Mary talks trying to show anger.
"I'm Fred, I was looking for resources for the group, but acidentei me and took refuge here." Fred says, trying to smile, which seemed ridiculous to face bleeding.
"You have a group?" Mary asks as she lowers the gun.
"Yes, a group of about 40 people." Fred speaks more confident.
"We are also looking for food, my husband went to get, and I would like to go in your group when he come back." Mary speaks.
"It's a group of Atlanta, if you have a car, maybe we can get there. What is your name?" Fred talks.
"I'm Mary, would you like to drink water?" Mary speaks.
"Yes, I need to clean my face." Fred says, smiling a little.
Mary motioning for him to follow, Fred enters indoors.
Matthew walked the streets destroyed, he chose the places where so many have not undead, but would be easily surrounded, and yet had chance to be surrounded easily, the family needed him, the forest would be dangerous that neither the city, and if they were indoors, or would starve or die in the invasion of the dead, because the gate would not hold much. Matthew pushed that thought, he found a small bakery, breads unfortunately expire quickly, Matthew left the bakery with only bottled water, he arrives at a small fair, but only some fruits were still good, some were being decomposed by flies, making the unbearable smell, he wondered: how would live in this city, now that the end has begun.
Matthew returns home with 3 shopping bags, only brought fruit and bottled water.
"Mary! I arrived!" Matthew yells.
"Wait just a minute!" Mary shouts back.
Fred realizes that Mary's husband arrived, he had to get ready to perform.
"Fred, my husband arrived, follow me and introduce yourself to him." Mary speaks gently.
"I noticed." Fred responds and follows Mary.
The dead have given up trying to overthrow the gate, luckily, it seemed that Matthew had no problem when he arrived.
"Who is he?" Matthew asks pointing to the man who appeared later.
"I'm Fred, I was looking for resources for a survival camp with my friend, Rooney on the way, had an accident and my friend unfortunately did not survive, I get here and went indoors to protect me from the dead, his wife received me. If you want, you can come with me to camp atlanta, I'll just need a car. "Fred speaks as if he were presenting a project.
"We'll go along, hope you're not lying, or you will have to deal with me." Matthew speaks defiantly.
"So, let's find a car." Fred talks.
Walking through the city was difficult to find some car even more, almost all cars were destroyed, either had no key to starting, it was even harder when I was around many dead, they had to flee to survive, but never make it to the group Atlanta that way.
"Anyone have any ideas?" Fred asks, already getting tired.
"I remember the park Athena when it all began, there were some cars without being damaged, and perhaps the owners of the cars are still there with the key in his pocket." Mary speaks.
"Go there would be suicide, is the focal point of this neighborhood." Matthew speaks smiling stupidly.
"We have to go there, as the leader of the camp says. Risking or die" Fred talks.
"All right, Mary, take Paul home, we try to get a car, if we fail, flee through the forest." Matthew says.
"We should stay together." Fred interrupts.
"You're right, we can not be separated." Matthew speaks.
"Take this knife, it makes no noise and does not attract the dead." Fred speaks as of the knife Matthew.
The Park Athena seemed the scenario of World War II, even worse, a lot of dead people wandering around, some began to go towards the group.
"The plan is this: I'm looking for a car key and you stab those who come near." Fred speaks quietly.
The group deviates from the dead that were going in their direction and enter the park, Fred stabs first and looking in his pocket, nothing, repeat this on the other, also nothing approaching the dead, Fred needed to find the key.
"No time! Need to escape!" Matthew yells.
The group could only escape, if they were a little more, now would be surrounded, Fred grabbed the first dead he saw ahead of him and stabbed him, he found the key in his pocket.
"Finally!" Fred can say.
Fred pushes the button from the key expecting some car answer, finally answered a car, one that looked like Fred's one, but white. Fred quickly went inside the car, followed by the Parker family, and floored the accelerator.
Fred drove the car for almost deserted road, he never thought he could return to the camp, this was one of the last cars that worked, every day was harder.
"You were crazy? Would rather have stayed home than almost being caught by the dead" Matthew said angrily.
"You agreed to go to camp, you have to take risks to survive unfortunately." Fred replied.
"But not so." Matthew speaks.
"You could stop grumbling, please." Mary speaks.
The two were quiet.
Finally they arrived, the car stopped in front of a bunch of tents, some people appeared, Matthew realized that Fred was right.
"Sorry Fred." Matthew speaks.
Fred smiles and exits the car, the Parker family does the same, some people murmured some things.
"Everyone quiet!" Matthew hears a voice.
A man of about 70 years appears the crowd seemed to be the leader, he walked calmly toward Fred.
"What did you bring?" He asks.
"I brought new survivors, arise." Fred speaks and turns to Matthew.
"I'm Matthew, this is Mary, my wife, and Paul, my son." Matthew talks while falsely smiling.
"I'm Scott, the leader of the group." The leader speaks.
"Where's Rooney?" They hear a voice.
Fred is a minute's silence.
"Where is Rooney?" Scott asks coldly.
"He died in an accident." Fred speaks disappointed.
"Unfortunately we lost a member! But gain new members!" Scott announces.
"No. Why?" Matthew hears.
"You, please follow me, I have a lot to show." Scott smiles.