Glen grabbed the note from Steve and read it.

"What the hell is this!?!" He yelled. "How could a f*cking zombie write this?!"

He turned to Steve. "Is this some damn joke?"

"WHAT!?!?!? Why would I write a note telling us to stop hunting zombies and leave?!"

"How should I know? Maybe your beginning to side with them!"

"SHUT UP!!!"

Steve and Glen stared at Erin in surprise.

"None of us wrote that note! For some reason or other, the zombies are getting smarter… So stop fighting! When we fight, we're weaker! So just knock it off!"

Erin clenched her fist and bowed her head. A tear rolled down her cheek on her last sentence. Glen and Steve looked at each other and also bowed their heads.

"Look, I'm sorry for falling asleep while I was on watch…"

"I didn't mean to accuse ya kid… the situation is jus getting too stressful."

Steve gave a smile. "Heh, probably not worse then anything else we've encountered!"

Everyone gave a slight laugh.

Steve brought up his gun. "So, wanna go find some targets?"

Glen shook his head and lowered Steve's Rifle. "We should heed this warning. We don't know what we're up against, so it's best if we leave for no…"

*SCREEEEECH!* "HEEEEELP!"

Everyone looked up from the high pitch scream.

Glen cocked his shotgun. "Looks like you're getting' that target practice after all."

***

Erin poked her head out of the alleyway. In an intersection, there was a group of four people. Two men, a woman and a young boy. The woman was covering her head as the men and boy shot a surrounding crowd of zombies.

"We got four survivors, one on the ground, three shooting."

"Do they know how to handle their guns?" Steve asked

Erin looked around the corner again.

"Not by the look of it."

Glen raised his shotgun. "Then let's KICK SOME ASS!"

The three charged out of the alley taking out the back row of zombies. The hoard turned their heads from the cowering group, towards three interfering humans.

"BRING IT!" Steve cried as he blew the heads off several zombies. Erin stayed in behind Steve and Glen taking out a few hunters that tried to attack from the rooftops with her sniper.

A zombie ran at Steve, but right before Steve shot, the zombie ducked down avoiding the bullet. Then came up punching Steve in the jaw. "FUCK!" A couple zombies towered over him as he lay on the ground.

Suddenly a couple shots rang out and the zombies collapsed. Steve looked behind him to see Erin with her AK-47, she winked at him.

Glen ran through the crowd, blowing the zombies in to pieces, arms, legs, heads and brains flew everywhere. He broke through to the back of the hoard and went over to the survivors.

"You guys ok?"

"Yes." Replied the older man. "But you're not!"

The man ripped off a mask to show a grossly zombified face. His tongue shot out and wrapped around Glen.

"What!?!?"

The other man hit him over the head with his pistol.

Glen fell to the ground, unconscious.

"AAAHHH!"

Erin fell to the ground, a hunter over top of her. It swung a club at her head.

"ERIN!" Steve shot the hunter's head clean off.

Something wrapped around Steve's waist, and dragged him to the ground.

Steve got dragged until he was lying beside Glen.

The woman who was crouched over, stood up.

"Y-you're a witch?"

"And you're cute" She said with a smile, right before hitting him over the head with his own gun.