The survivors continued to walk through the streets, trying to find somewhere to settle down for a while. The sun was already setting and the group thought that it would be best to be somewhere safe by nightfall.

As they were walking, Stevie began to talk about something completely unrelated to their current situation.

"This reminds me of an idea for a comic that I once had. So, it was about this guy who had to travel through several abandoned cities. If you're wondering why the cities were abandoned, it was because of a massive alien invasion. It's kinda like War of the Worlds, but there were no tripods and only those alien ships that look like the Predator Ship. Now this guy, his name was…"

"Stevie, if you tell another story, I'm gonna cry." said Drake.

"You mean you're gonna cry tears of laughter because of the fact that I told over five stories?" asked Stevie.

"No." said Drake. "I'm gonna cry tears of sadness and frustration."

"In all honesty Stevie, we don't have time for this." said Jason.

"Yeah. We shouldn't get distracted. It'll get us killed." said Morgan.

"Well, okay." said Stevie.

"Thank you." said Drake rudely.

Suddenly, they heard coughing.

"Did you guys hear that?" asked Morgan.

"Y-yeah. It sounded like a guy choking." said Stevie.

"No, you idiot. It sounded like coughing." said Drake.

"I think we better move. I don't like that coughing noise." said Jason.

"Yeah. I think we should." said Morgan.

"Alright. Follow my lead. Check your six. Stay frosty." said Jason.

"I don't understand half the shit that comes out of your mouth." said Drake.

"Hey man, I don't think I like your attitude. That is INCREDIBLY rude." said Jason.

"I'm just saying that you need to speak in a way for us to understand you." said Drake.

"I'm a Navy SEAL, dumbass!" said Jason.

"Guys! Stop it!" said Morgan. "We need to keep moving."

"You heard her." said Jason to Drake. Drake growled.

"Fine." he said.

As they began to walk, Stevie was suddenly snagged by what appeared to be an extremely long tongue.

"AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH!" he screamed. "THE HELL!?"

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" yelled Drake.

The other three saw what was snagging Stevie. It was a Smoker.

"SHOOT…THE…TONGUE!" screamed Stevie.

"What the hell is that!?" asked Drake.

"It's a Smoker. I've heard about it." said Morgan. "It's got a really long tongue."

Jason ran towards Stevie and freed him from the Smoker's tongue. The, he fired at the Smoker, which lost its balance and fell from the rooftop. As it landed, Drake shot it point blank in the head, killing it and causing smoke to spread everywhere.

The survivors were coughing and fanning the area, trying to get out of the smoke.

"I…(*cough*)…never…(*coughs twice*)…knew that…(*cough*)…it could explode like that." said Drake.

"Alright…(*coughs*)…let's get moving." said Morgan.

The survivors soon found themselves standing outside a police station.

"Looks abandoned." said Drake.

"I think I can kick the door down." said Jason. "Stand back. And be ready. There might be some Infected in there."

"Of course there will." said Drake. "Every goddamn police station always has zombies in a zombie outbreak."

"Oh yeah? How would you know?" asked Jason.

"I've seen it a lot in the movies. And games." said Stevie.

"Whatever." said Jason. "Anyway, I'm kicking down the door. Three…two…one…"

He kicked the door down.

Infected criminals and police officers ran towards the survivors.

"Told you so!" said Drake.

The survivors quickly took out the Infected.

"Well, I guess that's all of them." said Morgan.

But then, a large armored zombie wearing riot gear came into view. Even worse, he was carrying a nightstick and a riot shield.

"Or not." said Morgan.

"You have got to be kidding me." said Drake.

"I'll take care of him." said Jason. He threw his shotgun onto the floor and cracked his knuckles. He charged at the armored zombie and took him down with a spear. He grabbed the riot shield from the zombie and threw it. Then, he took off the zombie's protective helmet and shot him in the forehead.

The other three stared at him.

"Damn, he's good." said Drake.

Jason stood up and looked at his companions.

"There. That was easy. Wasn't so bad, wasn't it?" he said.

The others just nodded.

Jason picked up his shotgun and gestured towards his companions.

"Come on. Let's see what this place has."

The group walked through the halls of the police station, taking out several lurkers as they went.

Eventually, they came across the most glorious place in the station: the armory.

"Oh, hell yes." said Drake.

"This is what I was looking for!" said Jason.

Stevie tried to open the door to the armory, but it was locked.

"Ah, shitballs. It's locked." said Stevie.

"Well, there's gotta be keys then." said Morgan.

Drake immediately looked at a dead police officer on the floor. He noticed some keys on his back pocket. He bent down, retrieved them, and saw that one of them said, "armory".

"I guess good luck pays off." he said, showing the keys to the others.

"Good." said Jason.

Drake unlocked the door and opened it. Weapons were everywhere. The sight was enough to make professional shooters shed a tear.

"Awesome." said Stevie.

"See anything you like?" asked Morgan.

"Modern Warfare 2 reference!" said Stevie.

"Come on. We've got a lot of picking to do. Man, this armory is big. There are actually different rooms." said Jason.

Stevie landed upon the stuff like they were Christmas toys. He searched through racks of shotguns first.

"Nope. Not this one. Not this one either. Let's see. What do I like?" he said to himself.

Then, he went to the rifles' section. He kept searching and searching for what he liked.

"Ah, perfect."

He grabbed a sniper rifle right off the bat.

"I'm gonna be a sniper like in the movies."

Elsewhere…

Ellis suddenly had a thought in his head.

"Hey, Nick." he asked his companion.

"What, Ellis?" asked Nick irritably.

"I think someone just said that he'll be a sniper like in the movies. I say that every time I pick up a sniper rifle."

"Ellis, I think other people besides you also say that." said Nick.

"Are you sure, Nick?" asked Ellis.

"I'm sure. 100 percent." said Nick.

"Well, okay." said Ellis.

"Can't you two shut up? I'm trying to kill some zombies here!" shouted the irritated voice of Rochelle.

"Hey!" shouted Nick.

"You're always talking about some stupid unnecessary stuff when I try to kill zombies!" said Rochelle.

"Listen. I don't know why you are so rude." said Nick through gritted teeth. "Stop this attitude right now."

"Go jack off or something." said Rochelle. She gave Nick the middle finger.

"You know what, I think I have a solution to this problem." said Nick.

He picked up a combat shotgun and walked up to Rochelle.

"Stay back, Coach." ordered Nick towards the large man standing behind Rochelle. "This is gonna get messy."

"What do you mean, "this is gonna get messy"?" asked Rochelle.

Nick put the barrel of the gun under Rochelle's chin.

Then…

He fired, covering himself in blood and brain matter.

"Oh shit!" yelled Coach.

"Damn! That is NASTY!" said Ellis.

Rochelle's headless, lifeless body crumpled to the ground. Nick, Ellis and Coach stood over her.

"She's dead. We…we're free!" said Coach.

"YES!" exclaimed the other two.

"Everybody dance now!" said Ellis.

He, Nick and Coach began dancing happily over Rochelle's corpse.

Morgan looked through the racks of assault rifles. Drake was also doing the same thing.

"You like full auto, huh?" said Drake.

"Yup." said Morgan. "My dad and my brother taught me how to handle these kinds of weapons."

"Cool." said Drake.

Morgan saw numerous modified M4 rifles, as well as a combat rifle. Then, she saw an M16.

"I've always liked the M16." she said, with a smile. She grabbed the gun off the rack.

At the same time, Drake found an AK47 on another rack.

"Oh ho-ho! I like this one!" he said.

"An AK? Not bad." said Morgan.

Jason looked over the shotguns. He had a high preference for close combat. He grabbed a combat shotgun and an auto shotgun.

"Should I pick this one…or this one?"

Then, he looked over at another shotgun nearby. It was an FN TPS, one of the most powerful shotguns used in the police force.

He chuckled and threw the other shotguns he was holding onto the floor.

"Yes." he said, picking up the TPS. "This one I like."

He loaded the gun with slugs and equipped it with a laser sight. Then, he looked at some of the pistols. He went and took a look at them. He was unsatisfied with most of the pistols, but then, he saw a magnum. He picked it up.

"A Desert Eagle. This is my handgun."

The four met up outside the armory.

"You guys all good?" asked Jason.

"Yeah. We're cool." said Morgan.

"Great. Now let's get out of here." said Drake.

The survivors walked out of the police station. The sun was already down and night had fallen.

"Crap. It's night." said Morgan.

"We start running, right?" asked Drake.

"Yeah." said Jason.

The survivors ran through the street. But in the process, Stevie tripped and fired his (newly-acquired) pistol at an alarmed car, hitting it in the process.

The car alarm sounded. The cry of a horde filled the air.

"Uh oh." said Stevie.

Here goes Chapter 2. Hope you didn't find it too boring.

The reason why I killed Rochelle: She annoys me constantly in the game, always steals my kills, heals herself when someone else needs it more, et cetera, et cetera, so I had her personality change a little and Nick kill her. I just felt like it.