Three months and three days after PAX East...

"Okay, where are we?" Mark groaned in frustration as he slowed the truck to a stop in front of a street sign on the nearly empty highway.

"By the map... We're just outside of... ... Missouri?"

"ACCEPT IT! WE'RE LOST!" Jack yelled from the back of the truck as he thumped the back of his head against the glass.

"Hey, at least we're lost and not dead."

"Yeah... That makes this loads better." The Irishman's shoulder's slumped as he looked off to the side to keep himself from looking at the others. Nothing but empty lands stretched out as far as the eyes could see... And beyond his eye sight was cities filled with the walking undead.

"When there is no more room in Hell, the dead will walk the Earth." Mark mumbled as he noticed Seán looking out to the horizon.

"Day of the Dead much?"

"It was a good movie." Mark replied to Bob's remark.

"Okay, so we can either head north and see what Canada has to offer, or go south and see if Mexico is possible with that stupid wall on the border."

"Canada." The group agreed in unison, but only due to the risk of being stuck on the top of the wall at a critical moment.

Three months and four days after PAX East...

The next day began with a rough morning. Mark, although getting rehydrated, threw up the mouthful of water he attempted to drink. And it didn't help that on that day, it was easily ninety degrees just twenty miles north where they had turned from going west back to California and up to Canada.

"I'm fine. I just tried to drink too much." Mark coughed as his body rejected the amount of water.

"Mark..."

"I'll take smaller sips... I made a mistake trying to take a mouthful anyway." Mark took a small sip of water to show Amy that there was nothing to fear... Until he coughed the water back up again.

"Mark, just... Just take baby sips."

"Fine, M-" Mark stopped himself from saying the word... It still hurt even after a few months of dealing with...

"I know... I miss her too." Amy pulled Mark into a hug when she realized what he was going to call her.

"I'm sorry."

"You're sorry? It was yours that happened. If anything, I'm sorry." Amy gave a small sigh as the rest finished destroying the camp fire and getting everything back in the truck.

"Are you up to driving today, or should Seán drive?" Jack turned his head as Amy said his name.

"I... Um... I still don't 'ave my driver's license."

"You have a theoretical license." Mark gave a small chuckle at his joke as Jack gave a shrug and agreed to drive if Mark couldn't.

In the end of that morning, Mark was driving down a nearly empty highway, save the rare driver headed either north or south on the road.

We're gonna survive this. Mark always reminded himself when he saw someone alive drive past them... If they died, they wouldn't be the very last to go. There were still survivors... And something told Mark that the last of them would never go down with a fight.

Four months after PAX East...

"There! There it is!" Amy gave a smile as she pointed at the border that they had been hunting down for nearly three weeks. They still had the truck from PAX, getting gas from passing stations and abandoned vehicles that still had gas in them. They kept their blades and guns as clean as possible, and they had gained survival skills that were vital to their lives.

"Halt!" Mark had already stopped the truck before the man with the rifle approached their vehicle.

"State business."

"We're trying to get out of the States."

"... Vhy? Aren't States greatest country in world?" The guard had a thick Slavic accent as he pointed the rifle in Seán's face.

"No! America sucks! There's zombies walking all across the country."

"Da. Ve have Zombies in dis land too. But ve have them for protection. Now, Vhy does a small group wish to enter dis country?"

"We want to be safe from the zombies. We don't want to keep running from them and we can't fight them alone." Amy gave the Slavic guard a desperate tone in her voice.

Mark could only think of insane profanities and insults and actions he'd preform on the Slav as the guard looked at Amy in a way that was definitely not good.

"Fine. Let newcomers in!" The Slav shouted to the guards behind the barbed wire fence.

"Thank you." Mark gave a dominant growl to his voice as he put a hand on Amy's shoulder and pulled her close to him.

"Velcome." The Slav gave a dirty grin to Amy as he took a puff from his cigarette and he blew the smoke into Mark's face.

Mark's reply was to slam the gas pedal down on the floor and he ran the Slav's left foot over in the process. The guard gave a yelp as he jumped off his now lame foot and tried to nurse it on the ground while also shouting Slavic swears back at the blue truck.

"Thank you, Mark. I didn't like that guy too much either."

"I hope he burns." Mark growled as he slowed the truck down as they entered Canada... And a new kind of Hell.

So, obviously, yes there are survivors. Duh. Since when was there something zombie related and there never was any survivors? Yes, Day of the Dead ends with every character that is seen on screen dying, but there were survivors that didn't appear. Walking Dead has cities of survivors that have their ways of making it to the next day of their lives. The Last of Us had small, but quite a good number of groups of survivors, those of you who haven't played it or seen someone play it, go see it. It's a very good game. Not for kiddies though.

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~Jak Cooper the Lombax