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When All You Got To Keep Is Strong

Move Along, Move Along Like I Know You Do

And Even When You're Hope Is Gone

Move Along, Move Along Just To Make It Through


May 24, 2013: Day 4

Tears fell, blurring her vision as she drove down the endless road. The past few days were finally catching up to her. Now that she was alone, she didn't need to wear a brave face anymore. Her loud sobs broke through the silence and she banged her hands against the steering wheel, screaming in frustration.

Why were they condemned to this hell? What humanity do to deserve this?

Still sobbing, she pulled over, exhausted after driving for hours. Eyes drooping, she climbed into the back seat and drifted into a restless slumber.


May 5, 2013: Day 5

The needle hit E a few minutes after entering the outskirts of Macon. She shut off the car as she calculated a plan. The little fuel she had needed to be conserved, that meant no more detours. She'd have to start moving things out of the road, and that would be risky.

Her grandmother lived in Macon for as long as Kathrine could remember, so she knew the area fairly well. The breath caught in her throat as she thought of her grandmother, who had passed several years before. Tears escaped her eyes as the painful memory brought everything crashing back down on her. She felt like she couldn't breath as she though of her mother and Danny.

Shaking her head, she quickly wiped the tears away. Pushing the memories away, she refocused on her task. The radio, before going out several hours ago, spoke of a large refugee camp at the local Costco.

Costco was located in the heart of the city, which meant it would be hell to get to. She tried to remember some of the back roads her grandmother used to take to avoid traffic. Coming up with nothing, she sighed. Her only option was to work her way around to it, and that meant she needed gas.

There was a small gas station nearby, but it was probably already looted. With no other options, she started the engine and slowly made her way there.


Luck seemed to be on her side as she only saw three Biters roaming around. She pulled up to the tank and shut off the engine. With Danny's bat, she should be able to handle these three. She had enough stuff left for one more works bomb, but she was saving that for an emergency.

Climbing out of the Honda Civic, she crept up behind one of the Biters. Gripping the bat, she swung hard. The impact smashed half of the dead man's face in before the thing collapsed to the ground, re-dead. Even though she didn't make much noise, it alerted the other two Biters.

They shuffled towards her and she stood her ground, waiting until the woman got close before swinging. The other reached for her and she jumped back, stumbling slightly. The thing advanced on her and she swung in panic, hitting the man's neck. It jerked sideways but quickly righted itself and continued advancing on her.

Kathrine backed up quickly, taking a deep breath, and swinging with aim. This time, the bat crushed the undead man's skull. The end of the bat was covered in brain matter. She gagged as she wiped it gingerly on the man's filthy shirt.

As she unscrewed the lif to her gas tank, she hoped what she heard about siphoning was true. Holding up one of the nozzles, she took a deep breath before she began sucking. A horrible liquid entered her mouth and she gagged, spitting it out as she quickly stuck the nozzle into her car. Not much came out, maybe a gallon or two, before the thing sputtered empty.

She moved up to the next tank, trying again. This time she got a little more, and when she was finished, the meter read 3/4 full. Smiling at her small victory, she closed the lid and entered the gas station to look for supplies. A horrible stench almost knocked her over as she walked through the doors. Flies alerted her to the source, the decomposing corpse of the cashier behind the counter.

She quickly turned away and began searching the littered store for anything useful. Out of the whole store; she only found two packs of crackers, three meat sticks, and two water bottles. Shoulders sagging in defeat at the measly find, she retreated back to the car.


Anxiety set in as she neared her destination, her mind racing with sorry.

What if there's no refugee camp?

What if everyone's dead?

What if the same thing happens to her, as it did to Danny?

What if they turn her away?

Her hands began shaking on the wheel. Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm herself. Only time would tell if her worries were correct.


Kathrine stopped her car a block away from the Costco, so the Biters there wouldn't notice her. Four Biters wandered down the street where she parked and shuffled her way once she exited the car. She swung, smashing the closest's one skull.

Two were very close while the last one was a good bit down the street so she turned her attention away from it for a moment. As the Biter duo neared her, she swung, crushing one's skull and knocking it over onto the next one. The second Biter stumbled as it's partner collapsed on it, but the undead still advanced on her. She held the bat in the air, bring it down, chopping style, on the woman's head.

Panting, she bent over trying to catch her breath as the last one inched closer. Once it was in range, she ran, swinging full force at the man's temple. As the undead man collapsed to the ground, she turned and began jogging the block to Costco.

She stopped in her tracks at the sight before her. The parking lot had at least twenty Biters wandering aimlessly around. Scanning the building, she found a back door she could enter through.

Pulling out the ingredients, she began constructing the works bomb. She neared a little closer before shaking it and throwing it as far as she could away from the building. Biters looked its way as it exploded, and began shuffling towards it. All that was left was three near her, so she took off for the back door.

She had to dodge the Biters as they reached for her. Kathrine reached the back door, but it was locked. She cried out in frustration and looked behind her. Tensions were rising as the Biters were almost at her. Quickly searching around, she spotted a window and ran for it. Using the bat, she shattered the glass and quickly hopped through. The glass cut her arms up but she didn't care, she took off running.

"Help! Is anyone here?" She screamed, running through the littered isles. "Anyone?"

"Be quiet or you'll get us all killed!"


Song: Move Along

Artist: The All American Rejects


Hmm who's that voice? You'll have to wait and find out. ;p