The dark night was pierced by the headlight's glare. Malissa and Isaac looked determinately into the rain. The grey buildings and ruined structures of the city slowly came into focus after about thirty minutes of silent driving. They entered through a broken barricade, behind a hotel. They cautiously pulled into the parking lot before continuing into the city.

The group parked the RV near the street Angel set up camp in. Malissa grabbed a crossbow and a fire axe, Larry took a shotgun and a baseball bat. David and Isaac took hatchets, with Isaac having a rifle, while David took a silenced pistol. Finally, Mason took a titanium bat along with a silenced assault rifle. They cautiously stepped out of the RV into the dead streets.

Campos city seemed like a ghost town, Malissa had been here before during the first weeks of the outbreak, all active soldiers in Colorado were here, too, attempting to establish a safezone when all else failed. The only remaining option available was bombing the city, but the military was unwilling, instead, they attempted to close all exits and entrances, starting with the destruction of the city bridge, and soldiers were set to guard the perimeter.

Of course, when it became noticeable that walkers traveled in hordes near the area, it didn't take long for the city to fall after wave after wave infiltrated the walls. This event was the worst thing Malissa had ever seen, it was her greatest and most devastating failure. But now she was with close friends, all armed and dangerous on a mission to save her sister.

The memories only panicked Malissa, she shivered as she imagined a herd, a massive horde, rounding the corner of the empty streets, heading straight for them…

"Hey, you alright?" Isaac asked, putting a hand on her shoulder. "No… Campos is just, well… it's not one of the places I ever hoped to revisit."

"Ah."

Suddenly, in the distance, the sounds of dozens of shambling feet caused the group to stop. "What the hell is that?" Mason asked. "What we're here to save Angel from…" David said. "Good god, how many are there?" Larry asked. "Who knows? But we need to get going, Angel should be on this street somewhere," said David. The group continued, and far off, occasionally, more hordes could be heard stumbling about.

"Hey, what's that?" Isaac asked. Malissa smiled. "My sister's home. She said she put a small wall of boards and stuff around an alley. "

The "home" was just as she said, an alley, between a gun shop and a pawn shop. Boards had been set up to provide a covering, and a small hole in the boards was the only way in or out other than the roof tops. "Try the walkie," suggested Larry. Malissa took the walkie talkie from her pocket and pressed the button on the side, and spoke. "Hey, sis, you there?" It took about thirty seconds, but Angel replied in a hushed tone. "Malissa? Where are you?" The group smiled. The faint idea of taking one of the group's members back dead vanished.

"I'm outside the camp, if you're there, come out, we have to go."

Angel's small form climbed out of the boards into the rain. Angel looked as Malissa remembered her, small, but not weak. Her dirty blonde hair was still messed up, just as she liked it. She hid some of it under a black toboggan, and she wore an army green jacket along with dark blue jeans. Her white tank top was stained in black blood, obviously from walkers. "You got everything?" Malissa asked. Angel pulled a rucksack out of the hole in the boards.

"Yeah."

"Good. We aren't sending you here again, there's obviously nobody left," said Larry. "I was going to search one last time, but I think you're right. There's nobody-"

"Get down!" David called. Suddenly, he grabbed Malissa and Mason, the two nearest people, and ducked as a bullet flew over his head and a loud gunshot rang out. The sounds of the walkers became louder as they started to track the noise. "We have to run, now!" David called. Everyone followed as the group's leader ran down the street. The rain obscured his vision, but as they got down the block, he changed paths and began swearing as several walkers stumbled into view. As the group passed alleys and buildings, walkers began to pour out, and Malissa grabbed Angel's arm as they ran as fast as possible. The group ran through hordes, slashing, bashing, and shooting the face of any walker that dare stand in their way, and once they were turning the corner to the RV, they had to separate as multiple walkers threw themselves at the members. Malissa pulled Angel into a small opening in the horde, and they ran, the heavy rain had drastic effects on them.

Angel began to fire using the silenced pistol in her rucksack, and Malissa shot arrows into walker's eyes. "Malissa! Are you okay?!" she heard Isaac call from somewhere in the storm. "Isaac? Is that you?" she called back. "Quick! Take the RV and get out of here!" David shouted. Through a small gap in the walkers, Larry threw the keys to her. "Get out of here! We'll be fine!"

Angel shot a walker getting too close as Malissa caught the keys. The horde hissed and screamed, and Angel was grabbed. The walker came close to biting her, when an arrow impaled its forehead. "Thanks." "C'mon!" Angel felt a strong tug on her arm, and Malissa ran to her right, and several walkers formed a wall around her and her sister. In moments, many of the walkers had fallen, but the oncoming horde did not slow.

Malissa did not stop running until they got to the parking lot where the RV was. Just as Angel was about a foot from the steps, a loud gunshot rang out. Malissa jumped to the ground, but when she heard crying, she looked to Angel; she was writhing on the ground, and clutching her left leg, which was leaking blood rapidly. Malissa scooped her sister into her arms and sprinted up the steps, and shoved the keys into the ignition.

Angel examined her wound as the RV left Campos. Malissa looked in the rear-view mirror. The group was backing up onto the wrecked bridge, the horde closing in.

. - . - . - .

The church was on fire. Maybe a can of diesel or gas spilled, and gunfire could be heard. So, that's the explanation Brooklyn went with.

Hopping off the guard tower, she yanked her gun free, and began to fire, and walkers began to fall. When they took notice of her, Brooklyn saw just how far outnumbered she was. She heard a scream coming from inside the church.

"Maya, please! Y- you can't do th-" a gunshot could be heard from inside and Lily screamed in pain. Brooklyn wasted no time in bursting through the front doors of the church and surveying the scene before her. The burning room was full of blackened smoke, but just barely visible, Maya held her prized rifle down, and Lily was on her knees, crying. She was clutching her stomach, which was gushing crimson blood. The walkers began to wander in from the back door of the church, as they entered the room, Maya kicked Lily in her shoulder, and hard enough to knock her into a nearby walker as the spray of bullets Brooklyn fired at Maya missed. Maya dove through the nearest window, and Brooklyn fired her shotgun as she ran around the back of the church. "Damnit!" she cried, running to the supply locker, grabbing her (stolen) Sheriff car keys and shoving as many shells as she could hold into her hunting vest's pockets.

She was at the door as she was stopped; she looked down, gasping as she saw Lily, blood-covered and clearly mortified, on the ground clutching her leg.

"I'm sorry, please! Help me!"

Brooklyn looked at the walkers, but Lily caught her eye. Her entire bottom half was gone, and the walkers were too busy eating it to attack the two.

"I'm sorry, I would if I could, and you know I would. I'm sorry, too," Brooklyn raised her shotgun to Lily's face.

"What?! No, wait! Nonono-" Brooklyn fired and jerked her hand free as she dashed outside, and saw Maya was distracted with killing the undead surrounding her. Brooklyn took the opportunity to reload, slowly making her way over to Maya. When the walkers were done, and Maya turned, she was not quick enough to dodge Brooklyn's fist, knocking her into the church's surrounding stone wall. Maya dodged the second, and Brooklyn was stunned by the pain from striking the wall. Maya kicked Brooklyn's foot from under her, and sent her fist onto the side of her head. She rolled to dodge Maya's stomp, and got up, using the butt of her gun to hit Maya's stomach. Brooklyn slammed her foot onto the corporal's abdomen, and punched her.

Maya lay on the ground, and Brooklyn aimed the gun at Maya's face. "Wait! Stop, you win, okay?" Maya said. "What the hell was that? You got Lily killed!"

"We had to go, Lily was bitten, you didn't see!"

"Bitten? The church was empty!"

"There were dead walkers! We shot them, but they weren't near us, pay more fucking attention!"

Brooklyn did not lower her gun.

"Alright, listen. Put the gun away, we can leave! We can survive, the two of us."

She contemplated this. Maya was her friend, well, her one friend. Or was she? Brooklyn and Maya weren't on the best of terms, and Brooklyn held a grudge on her for attempting to leave, but Brooklyn had to ask herself, was it really that wrong to want to leave? Even though she didn't like to abandon others, Brooklyn knew if she were in Maya's position, she would've left far faster.

She helped Maya up, and the two of them busted through the church gates. They climbed into her car, and sped off into the dark night.