Episode Summary

After a scavenger hunt goes horribly wrong, Molly is wrapped with extreme guilt and is questioning herself, but then the group encounters something dreadful. A threat they have never encountered before in their entire life in the apocalypse. This time, maybe no one survives and the casualty list will be filled with names. Molly and Hilda have faced ruthless survivors before, but never evil people.


Molly's Group (Molly, John, Lenny, Billy, Sarah, Bella, Sophia)

The ********** (Nothing will be revealed about these villains right now. I'm not sorry)


Day 460 of the apocalypse: October 20, 2004, South Carolina

Molly was snapped out of her thoughts from thinking when Sarah grabbed her by the throat and started choking the life out of her. Molly was completely caught off guard by it and decided to let Sarah take out her anger on her. "Do what you have to do," she wheezes out of breath to Sarah. "We both know that you're not going to kill me." This only prompted Sarah to squeeze to the point of her face turning red. Molly felt like her eyes were going to pop out of her skull. Her heart pounded from lack of oxygen.

None of the group members tried to stop Sarah because Molly urged them not to. John was the only one of the group who actually understood why and persuaded the others to stop. "Let them sort this out," John convinced successfully.

Sarah was almost going to kill Molly, until she released her fingers from around Molly's throat. She spared her because she wanted Molly to live and to suffer for what happened to Jake. Molly coughed and collapsed to her knees. She clutched her throat, feeling it closing in on her from the inside with soreness. I probably deserved it. "You didn't kill me Sarah, so I guess that's gotta count for something. Right?" She looked up at Sarah and saw a face of ruthlessness. This woman spared her for a certain reason and Molly knew why. "Guess I wasn't getting off the hook that easily." She holds one hand up, offering for Sarah to help her to her feet. Sarah kept her hands at her side and the one person who actually took her hand and helped her up was John.

"Thank you John," Molly says gratefully. "At least someone in this group has some decencies." She hugged him.

John was taken back by surprise and returned the gesture, hugging her as tightly as possible. He loved the feeling of her heart beating against his heart. It was something that definitely turned him on. The only ones who seemed to notice this though were Billy and Lenny. John's backs were turned to them, but they could tell how aroused he was.

When Molly finally released herself from John, he walked to the side so she could sort out all the foods that she managed to obtain at Sam's Club. Bella and Sophia did the same thing with Jake's backpack.

John moved to Molly's side and placed a hand on her shoulder as she took inventory. "Jake may be gone, but you obtained his backpack and he managed to secure a lot of stuff. That counts for something. That means whatever fate happened to him or whatever fate is going to happen to him will not be for nothing." His words comforted Molly on a certain level, but she still had guilt seeping into her, and she could not swallow it down. She was going to have to live with the guilt for a while before she could move on.

She had John to help her through it though. She was not going through it alone, thankfully. Molly and John took inventory on how many canned foods they had and they had enough for a small army. They had medicine that Billy was taking inventory of and they had supplies that Sophia could use to cook something up with. Something that could actually hold off zombies if they find a refuge center. In Jake's backpack, he found dozens of bullet cases. They were going to survive a little longer out there, and they had to leave as soon as possible.

Those scavengers could be looking for them and they did not want to be their when they started looking. "These guys might not start looking right now," Molly says as she cleans Hilda with a cloth soaked in rubbing alcohol. "One of them got bitten and the doctor of the group cut off his hand to prevent reanimation. With any luck, they won't be able to treat his wound in time. They may not come looking for us today or tomorrow, but we should still get ourselves a headstart on them. "These guys are complete and total bad freakin' news."

John took Molly's words into extreme consideration and since he was the de facto leader of the group, he told the others to pack it all up so they can get at least a three day head start on the scavengers. "Leave nothing behind, we don't want these rattlesnakes or whatever they're called following us."

Lenny rushes over to John's side. "I used to live in these woods, and I have memorized all the locations these train tracks lead," he said eagerly. "If we follow the train tracks down this path, then we should make it to the Florence Train Station. When everything started collapsing, dozens of survivors went there for food and supplies, but the place has been abandoned for quite a long time. We could set up shop there."

John took what he was saying into thought. He looks down the train tracks to see how far they could and they stretch as far as they eye could see in both directions. They were not going back the way they came because they would be walking back to the Nest, where the Hunters stayed and the place should now be overrun with zombies. He looks down the path to his right and nods to Lenny. "Let's get to that train station. How far away would it be from our approximate location?"

Lenny shrugged. "If I had a map, I could pinpoint our exact location, but I'd say roughly...give or take thirty miles. If we start moving right now, then we should be there in a couple hours. Four at the most, two if we run there."

"We're not going to run there because we have food on our backs." Then growling came in from the trees. "On second thought, what if we take a jog there?"

"Three hours if all of us were in shape."

John looked at Lenny and chuckled on how penguin-chubby he was. "Okay then," he giggles a bit.


They had been walking the train tracks for an hour already. They had plenty of water and they had plenty of food to eat along the way. For some odd reason, Molly could not ignore that for some reason, she felt as if her entire group was being watched for some reason. Her spider senses were tingling and she was constantly looking over her shoulder for living dead threats and more importantly living threats. "Guys, this may sound silly, but my spidey senses are tingling."

"Really Molly," Sophia asked in disbelief, chuckling like it was a big joke. "Really Molly?"

"I'm serious," Molly says firmly. "I was a scavenger for a very long time and as a result, I can always sense when someone is about to sneak up on me, or when someone is a potential threat to me or my group. I'm not bullshitting you at all. Just ask Hilda." She tried to sound serious, but she heard what she said about Hilda and it made her realize that it didn't help her case. "Ask anyone who has been traveling with me. Back in Savannah, this ugly guy tried sneaking up on me with a gun and I swiped him off his feet, Jackie Chan Rush Hour style."

The others were still not taking her seriously. Not even John because he kept looking all around himself to try and detect threats, but nothing. He was picking up nothing. He may have been a scavenger before he found Molly, but he has not developed that spidey sense. Now Molly found her usefulness in the group. The bullshit/danger detector of the group. Actually, I've always had a built-in bullshit detector even when I was a kid. Hilda, you know I'm telling the truth right? I'm really asking a climbing pick if she believes me?

Molly looked back over her shoulder and saw a herd following the train tracks and following them as a result. "We got a herd of zombies behind us. A herd of goddamn geeks," she warned, prompting others to look behind them and see the herd that was approximately three hundred feet behind.

"Just ignore them people. They are nothing as long as we keep their distance," John orders.

"We should kill them," Sophia said unexpectedly. "What if there are still people in them and they can't go onto Heaven until they are actually capital D 'Dead'?"

In all the time they have been together, Molly never knew that Sophia was a believer in the afterlife. Molly kinda believed in the afterlife, she did ever since her sister died.

"I'm with Sophia on this one," the nurse of the group Bella said. "What if their souls are trapped? We should kill every single...I don't want to call them zombies because they aren't zombies. We should just kill every trapped person we come across so they can move on."

"Not rational," Billy said. "It's just not goddamn rational. I doubt their souls are trapped, they are probably just corpses with their skin rotting off."

"You believe what you want while I believe what I want." Sophia took out her hunting knife to prepare herself for any zombies-or trapped-that come out from the woods and attack them. She had full intentions on killing every single trapped in the world if she could help it. "What about you Molly, you believe in the afterlife or are you an atheist like Billy over here?"

"I'm a nondenominational," she admits. "I don't follow a certain religion, but I kinda believe in the afterlife and in God. I mean, the afterlife is real because the dead are getting up and walking away. So yeah, to some degree, the zombies-or trapped-are the afterlife."

"Thank you for agreeing with me," Sophia said. "I will admit when we were captured by the Hunters, I actually wanted them to turn so their souls could be trapped within their bodies and they could not go to Heaven nor Hell." She looked down at the ground as she walks. "What if this is the resurrection that the bible mentioned. What if this whole apocalypse is the resurrection mentioned in the bible?"

"Not likely," Billy answered quickly. "Not likely at all."

Molly puts her hands on her hips. "Hey Billy, why do you think the dead are getting up and walking away?"

Billy shrugged. "A mutated strain of an already existing disease. Maybe this is Mother Nature's grand plan to correct the world. Maybe this is how the world was always meant to be because of all the trees we cut down and the skies we polluted, all the bushes and flowers we shit on for thousands of years."

"You don't believe this is a biblical apocalypse, but you believe this is an apocalypse caused by nature?" Molly chuckled a bit. "That seems a little self-contradictory."

"Maybe…" Sarah began. "The World Health Organization was working on a vaccine to that Ebola virus that's going around and the experimented failed horribly and it turned viral and infected the world. An airborne vaccine turned airborne toxin that infected everyone on the earth."

"We don't know if it is the whole world," Billy said skeptically.

"Wake up dummy," Molly said. "The whole world is gone. No military is going to save us...no foreign military...no government is going to save us. The telephones don't work, the radios don't work, no government exists in any state and anyone who is still alive is because of all the zombies they killed to survive or all the people they killed to survive or a combination of both. Zombies outnumber us; there are not a lot of humans left alive on this planet and sooner or later, we are going to die eventually. Sooner or later, we are going to end up like one of those zombies and be roaming the earth looking for food until there is none left. Face it Billy, and everyone else who still believes that we are going to be saved. We are not going to be saved by anyone. It's been fifteen months since the dead started walking. Along my journey from Georgia to South Carolina, I met a man named Rick Grimes and he told me that we are borrowing time from the dead. No kind of gates will hold off the walking dead because the zombies aren't the walking dead...WE ARE THE WALKING DEAD!"


"You want to take out these zombies or something?" Molly asks as they come across zombies who have been eating a dead deer on the tracks. Molly took out Hilda and crept towards the three zombies, who noticed her and growled as they got up to eat them.

"To free them," Sarah said to Sophia. "Let's send them to Heaven." Molly, Sophia, Sarah and Bella went to go put the zombies out of their miseries while John, Lenny and Billy stayed back and let the girls have their time. They were not going to steal their thunder. They needed to take a break from walking anyways.

Molly plunged Hilda into the closest zombie while the other three took out the other two zombies and freed their souls. However, more zombies came in from the woods and towards the group. Molly took the time to count how many zombies she saw and deduced that they were outnumbered eleven to one and that is not counting the boys.

John, Lenny and Billy saw that they were being quickly swarmed and started planting their knives into whatever zombie they could kill within range. They were extremely careful not to get bitten and hold their own. They had to make sure they didn't break rank in order to not lose their strength.

She plunged Hilda into the zombie's skull, but something went wrong. A zombie pounced her from her right, causing her to drop Hilda and she was in the process of being bitten. She yanked her arm as far back as she could to prevent infection, but the zombie's grip was something that has yet to be matched. If that wasn't worse, an entire horde of zombies came walking from the woods. Now she knew that every second she spent trying to escape was precious, and not cheap.

She balls her fists up and punches the zombie in the face, knocking it back and giving her some elbow room. The strength in the zombie's grip was still powerful, the only way for her to break free was for her to actually kill the zombie.

She picks up Hilda with her free hand and plunges the tip into the zombie's skull. Next, she began taking out the zombies that came from the woods, striking the closest one as possible to her. She backed up slowly against the nearest tree, inadvertently cornering her.

After killing another zombie, one of them had the drop on her and she saw the teeth bite the sleeve on her right arm and she felt a powerfully concentrated dose of pain. She was too terrified to even scream. She just knocks the zombie back into the crowd.

The bite on her forearm sent her into shock while the zombies were still coming her way and doubling in size.

John slashes the zombie that bit Molly in the skull and kills it instantly. He then focused on leading the horde away from Molly, trying to buy her enough time to escape.

Oh god, oh my god. She stares wide eyes at the unmistakable bite mark on her forearm. "Oh my god...oh my god...oh my god." She quickly conceals the wound and picks up Hilda and kills the zombies coming her way, taking out all her pure rage on them. She wasn't killing them to free their souls anymore, she was killing them because they just sentenced her soul to death right in front of her in less than thirty seconds. She was going to kill every single one of them. This was now personal. This was very personal now.

Eventually, the zombies began shrinking in size and thinning out, which motivated the survivors to keep on attacking. Aside from Molly, no one in the group had been bitten and she had no idea how she was going to tell the group or even if she was going to tell the group. She had no idea how long she had before she would turn, but she remembers that some people transform within seconds while others can transform within days. No matter how much time she had, she was not going to take it for granted. Her life was now numbered.

John grabbed the closest zombie to him and shoved it headfirst into a tree, killing it instantly. However, he was grabbed from behind unexpectedly and he barely had enough time to turn around before he was overpowered and forced onto the ground. He held the zombie's mouth away from him and he killed the monster by forcing his hand through its throat until it reached the brain. When he felt the brain in his fingers, he grabbed it and crushed it in his hands. The man pushes the corpse off of him before another zombie approaches and tramples him unexpectedly.

This time, he actually required assistance to get the zombie off as the zombie was already three inches away from sinking his teeth into his throat. Molly to the rescue as she hit and killed the zombie with Hilda and yanked him off of John. He got some blood in his mouth and on his forehead and he desperately wiped the blood away, fearing that it will get into his eyes and cause an infection. He knows that consumption has no effect on survivors, but he didn't know about guts getting into your eyes. He cleaned himself until he was bloodless.

Molly helps John get to his feet just as Lenny was about to be bitten on the shoulder and saved at the very last second by Sophia. Pretty soon the zombies were cut down and there were only eight left. The six of them finished them off pretty easily. In the end, no one was bitten or anything and everyone was alive and well. However, only six instead of seven of them were alive and fine. The only person out of the entire group that was alive, but not fine was Sarah. Molly spotted her on the ground, badly wounded.

Molly is horrified at what she sees and runs immediately to her side, laying Hilda down so she could put her hands underneath Sarah's head. "Stay with us Sarah," she urged, but blood poured like a bucket of water from her mouth and she was drowning in her own blood. The medic of the group Billy went to her side and began putting pressure on her wound. She had a deep and very bloody wound on her stomach. A wound that looks to have broke all the way to her intestines. This kind of damage is irreversible and notoriously fatal.

"I can't do anything about it," Billy says regretfully. "She's not going to make the trip. She's not going to make, the wound is too deep. I can't operate."

"You have to save her somehow Billy," Molly panicked. "You can't just let her die. She's Jake girlfriend!"

"I can't save her!" he shouted at her. "Don't you see Molly, this is fatal and irreversible. I couldn't patch her up even if I wanted to. Whatever zombie did this to her penetrated her belly and her intestines. I don't have the right tools for this and plus, she is going to turn anyways because this is a fatal wound caused by a zombie."

Sophia and Bella continued to apply pressure to Sarah's stomach as she began gagging from being deprived of oxygen due to the blood clogging up her throat. "Molly," Bella called out. "She's not going to make it, what's the plan?"

"She's suffering, we have to put her out of her misery," Lenny says as he stands over the group. "She's not going to make and we are just prolonging her painful death," he says regretfully. "We have to kill her."

As painful as it was, Lenny was right.

They had to put Sarah out of her misery. They didn't want her to die, but the longer they kept her alive, the longer she would suffer. The longer she would feel extreme agony. Molly knew that this was the right thing to do because she would be saving a person from feeling agony in their last moments alive. Lenny had a gun in his hand, but Molly took it. She figured that since she is responsible for the disappearance of her boyfriend, then she should be the one to put Sarah out of her misery. She put the gun to Sarah right temple and pulled back the skeletonized hammer.

Molly cried her eyes out. She couldn't bring herself to pulling the trigger and it pained her. But deep down, she found the will and forced herself to pull the trigger. All that came out the gun was a click though.

Molly's heart dropped to her stomach as she realized that Lenny's Beretta 92FS was empty of bullets. Lenny did not realize it and felt extreme guilt was over himself. The only weapon that Molly had to kill Sarah with was Hilda and her fingers trembled as if there was an earthquake as she picked up Hilda and raised it above Sarah's head.

Sarah was already dead before Molly raised Hilda.

Molly gasps in shock after discovering that Sarah was already dead before she swings Hilda down onto the dead Sarah's head to prevent her from coming back from the dead. Molly retracts Hilda from Sarah's skull and lays her head down on the ground. The others cried and mourned her. Molly could not believed what was happening

Just yesterday, they lost both Wilson and Herman.

Just a couple hours ago they lost Jake and now they lost Sarah. It was like they were cursed, like what was happening was some kind of act of divine retribution. What was happening to them? Did all of this stir up when Molly came into the picture? Was it all bound to happen at some point? Or was it just a wild case of bad luck? Either way, the six surviving group members were going to be broken for a while at the loss of four of their people. They couldn't bury Wilson or Herman, same goes for Jake as they do not know if he is alive or dead...but they could bury Sarah and give her the proper funeral she deserves.

Molly gazed at her sleeve, the bite was still hidden from everyone else and only she knew of it.

John and Lenny used their hands to dig up a hole in the ground big enough to fit Sarah down while Bella and Sophia carried her into the hole and buried her. Molly and Billy went to working on a makeshift cross for her. Billy was gathering wood while Molly was using Hilda to carve Sarah's name into the cross.

When they finished, Molly did the honors of planting the cross on Sarah's burial site and pays her respects.

"We're all going to miss Sarah," Sophia says. "But her soul has been freed, she will go to Heaven thanks to Molly preventing her from reanimating."

Molly did not want any credit. She just wanted to bury Sarah and to get out of there. She took one last look at approximate bite mark through her sleeve and rubs it. She sighed deeply and felt tears running down her cheeks. She took Hilda out and whispered to her how she was going to miss her when she died. She was going to miss Billy, Bella, Sophia, Lenny, and most importantly, she was going to miss John the most. She loved him, despite knowing him for only nine days.

No matter how much time she had, she was going to spend it with John. When she succumbs to the bite, she is hoping the last thing she will see is John's beautiful face. She straps Hilda to her backpack and begins walking down the tracks with the others, wondering if she still had another three hours within her. Doesn't matter, I'm going to die anyways. If I cut off my arm, then maybe I have a chance of survival. Scavenging will be harder, but I guess it's better than being a zombie. Holy...goddamn...shit.


Molly continued to keep her bite wound a secret from the others as they finally made their destination. Molly, John and Billy went inside the place to scavenge while Bella, Sophia and Lenny stayed outside on the tracks to guard for any zombies or anything that could be considered a threat. Molly was actually amazed on how much beer and wine still laid on top of the shelves. Molly took off her backpack to make some room inside so she could place some alcohol inside for later. She took one bottle of vodka and took a sip before storing it.

It was not Molly's first time drinking, she just loved drinking alcohol, but only around other people who could actually carry her over her shoulder. Plus, if she was bitten, she was going to have herself a good time before she died. Or alternatively, she could drink the alcohol as a painkiller when she has her arm amputated. "One for the road," she says as she takes the vodka out one more time and takes a long gulp. "The Russians sure know how to make a fine drink. I wonder how many zombies are in Russia. Don't matter goddamn anymore."

"Molly, what's up with you," John asked as he ate a bag of M&Ms. He detected that something was wrong with Molly because she was being more quiet than usual and she was taking a much to large gulp of vodka. He speculated that either she really liked drinking, or something huge was on her mind. "You seem a little different today. You seem a little glum." He pours four M&Ms into his hands and offers them to Molly. "I know people Molly, even if I don't know them. So do you want to talk with what's on your mind?"

Molly took his words into very careful consideration and accepted the four M&Ms and swallowed them greedily. She took another swing of vodka before shutting her eyes tightly. She was shutting her eyes not because of the burning sensation of alcohol in her throat, but because of the fact that she was going to reveal something extraordinary huge to John. She had no idea how he would accept it, but it was worth a shot. She stores her alcohol away for reals this time before she moved her left hand to the sleeve of her right hand and rolls it up, revealing an unmistakable bite on her forearm.

"Holy shit," John mutters as he stares at Molly's bite, terror setting within him to the point where he drops the bag of M&Ms. "Holy shit Molly, you're bitten." He rushes to her side to examine the bite himself. It was not a deep wound, but a flesh wound and a flesh wound itself from a zombie bite was just as fatal as inhaling a small dose of toxic gas. "What are we going to do? You know a bite means death sentence; life insurance exclusive."

"I know." Molly looked at her wound with horror sinking into her stomach. Across the room, Billy was shoving stuff into his backpack and failed to notice Molly showing John her bite. But he did not fail to notice that John was taking out a knife and holding it to Molly's forearm. "Hey John, what the hell are you doing?" He quickly placed his backpack down and rushed to the two. He stopped in horror when he realized what John was holding the knife to Molly's forearm for. "Holy shit, you're bitten Molly!"

"Yeah, I gotten bitten when we were ambushed by that herd on the train tracks. How about saying something else that has not been said Billy?" Molly asked sarcastically. "Say something positive like that I am still standing and somehow, I am not feeling any fever coming on me." She felt the pumping of her heart as she felt the tip of John's blade touch her sensitive wound. "When me and Jake were trapped in a bathroom with those scavengers, one of them got bitten and another chopped off his arm to prevent him from turning. I don't know if he actually survived though."

Billy held up both his arms to signal for both of them to stop talking and stop acting. "Wait, I know that you are going to amputate your arm off, and this may sound creepy but I will need your chopped off hand. If I get a fresh sample of zombie DNA, then I could possibly make a cure. Consider what you are doing as a donation to a possible cure to the world."

"Bullshit," was the first thing Molly said. "This thing can't be cured, no possible way. Once the dead start walking, there is nothing stopping them from unwalking. But once my arm is off, you can do whatever you want to it. You can even use it to jerk off if you want."

Billy snickered, finding extreme amusement in what Molly said to him. "Okay then, if that's what you want," he said, laughing in between words.

John was beginning to grow increasingly impatient and groaned in frustration. "Guys, seriously, we have to get this arm cut off or else Molly will die. Right now, her life is on the line."

"What about the others?" Billy asked as he realized that they were the only ones in the station. "What should we say to them when they see that we actually chopped off Molly's arm?"

"We tell them the truth," she answered. "I have been bitten three hours ago and I'm amazed that I haven't passed out."

"Well, sometimes people don't always turn until a few days later. I knew a survivor who was bitten and he lasted three days before he turned. Since I have medical experience, I should be the one cutting off your arm Molly. John, use your belt as a tourniquet, and Molly, you lay your arm across this table."

"Can vodka be used as a disinfectant?" Molly rolled her sleeve all the way up to her elbow as John removed his belt and wrapped it around the center of her upper arm tightly.

"Yeah, it can be used. When we took inventory of what you and Jake managed to grab from Sam's Club, I noticed how you guys grabbed only two bottles of painkillers. Oxycontin to be exact. We can use it to ease you of the pain." He lays Molly's hand flat on the table, his fingers rubbing over her protruding veins. "John, in my bag is a hacksaw. Get it out and then it will make the amputation process much quicker and slightly less painful."

"Okay," John's voice shook with adrenaline as he jogged to his backpack against the wall and pulled out a hacksaw. "Here you go Billy." He noticed that his own hands were shaking uncontrollably as Billy took the hacksaw from his hand. He was feeling a massive rush of adrenaline because he was actually going to see something extremely graphic happen right in front of him. Never before has he seen an amputation in real life, only in the movies.

"John, you better not pass out on me," Molly said in a trembling voice but still tried to keep up her sense of humor. "I need someone to hold Hilda for me." Her breathing had become much more rapid and rapid as she observed Billy pouring vodka on the hacksaw and cleaning it with the hem of his shirt. "Oh god," she whispers, her eyes blinking rapidly. "Oh dear god, oh dear god, oh dear god…" She could practically feel the coldness the hacksaw just inches away from her flesh.

Molly was terrified of the pain, but she was even more terrified of the fact that Billy was making that very creepy noise from Friday the 13th. "Ki-ki-ki, ma-ma-ma. Ki-ki-ki, ma-ma-ma."

"Why are you making that ugly Jason jingle?" she shouted at the top of her lungs. "Shut up! Now I don't want you hacking off my arm. No possible way in hell!"

"I'm sorry, it's just what I do when I am under stress."

"You are under stress?" Molly narrowed her eyes at him. "I'm so terrified for my life. I got a bite wound on my forearm and here you are singing that weird Jason tune or whatever. Just cut off my damn arm!"

Billy ignored his urge to sing the Jason jingle and put his mind to focus. His eyes move from John, who was tightening the tourniquet around Molly's arm and then to Molly herself, who was breathing rapidly to the point where it sounded like hyperventilating.

Billy places the hacksaw to Molly's forearm, just twelve inches above the bite. Holy shit, I don't think I can do it. But I must. "Ready Molly? One…" He reels the hacksaw back as far as he could, shutting his eyes tightly. "Two…" He rotates his head so he is looking over his right shoulder. "Three…" His fingers begin to sweat profusely. "Four…" He swallowed the lump in his throat and prepares to drive the blade into Molly's flesh.

Molly was expecting to feel agony, but instead she felt something else. A gunshot rang outside, alerting everyone to the point that they stopped the operation before it even started.


"Hey Bella," Lenny called out as he approached Bella and Sophia from beside. "What do you think happened back there with Sarah?"

"What do you mean?" Bella asked, unable to comprehend what the meaning of his question was. "A zombie bit her in the stomach which caused her to bleed fatally. I know what happened."

"No," Lenny objected. "It is not that, there is something else." He puts a hand on Bella's shoulder and braces himself for information that could be vital. "She was wounded in the stomach, but I did the calculations. The wound was too big for a bite. And I know it was definitely not from a roamer ripping her stomach out. Zombie rip their victims' wide open and that wound was narrow, but it was still bleeding heavily."

Bella was having mixed feelings. She was most impressed of his observant skills while at the same time, bewildered. She looked at Sophia to see if she had some kind of explanation, but she was just as confused as a newborn being handed a remote and told to turn on the TV. She turned back to Lenny and said, "It could be anything. Maybe she was attacked by a one handed zombie and the zombie used its good hand to bury itself within her stomach."

"No, I know what I saw. You see, the wound looked as if it was created from a blade. I may be a fisherman, but I know a knife wound from when I see one. What I am saying is that the zombie who attacked Sarah had a knife in its hand. I know that sounds totally unrealistic, but just bear with me."

"So, you're saying that the dead are actually evolving and learning to actually pick up tools and use them like a caveman? Lenny for god's sakes, these are zombies we're talking about. They are unintelligent beings who desire nothing but food. The only intelligent thing they know how to do is walk up and down the stairs."

"I said just bear with me, I think there is an actual possibility that these zombies are actually evolving into undead beings who can use knives."

"Was the zombie that killed Sarah killed?"

"I don't know, I didn't see the roamer that attacked and killed Sarah. I tried to find a corpse with a knife on them but I found none."

"What, now it sounds like you're saying that the zombie that killed Sarah stabbed her in the gut and ran off before we could even get a glimpse. Lenny, you are sounding unbearably awful. You are traumatized from Sarah's death and you are seeing what you want to see. I will admit that the wound on her stomach is too narrow for two hands to fit through, but like I said that a one handed walker could have stabbed her with their one hand. You have not been getting any good sleep since we left the log cabin and lost Wilson and Herman to the Hunters. You just need some sleep Lenny."

Lenny's head snapped back and blood sprayed from the very back of his skull as a gunshot rings throughout the woods. Lenny collapses and lands on top of Bella as Sophia cries upon seeing the deceased Lenny lying on top of Bella. She cries before a bullet pierces her from the back of her head and out from between her eyes. Sophia's entire body went limp and she fell on top of Lenny on top of Bella. "Oh my god!" Bella cries as she feels the weight of her two friends on top of her. They died that quickly in a single instant. She felt her heart drop to her stomach when she realized that she was trapped underneath the two corpses.

"Hello there," a voice whispered from above her. Bella looked up and saw a person dressed in wear and tear clothes armed with a shotgun. She could not see his face because he was wearing some kind of mask. "We regret nothing because you brought this on yourselves. If it makes you feel any better, we do not like killing." Half a dozen people now surrounded the trapped Bella. "Someone like you is not meant to be processed...only disposed of." The man holds up his shotgun and pumps it, ejecting a shotgun shell. He places the very tip of the barrel to the startled Bella's forehead. "We can be reasonable...only if you give us a reason to be reasonable." He takes a long sigh as he prepares to pull the trigger on the terrified survivor. "Remember, when the dead come knocking, use your inside voices. Remember to whisper. Whisper…"

BAM!


Molly, John and Billy charge out of the station to find three corpses stacked on top of one another on the train tracks and at least six other people wearing disgusting clothing. Molly still had both of her hands and quickly shoved John and Billy back inside before they could be spotted by the six survivors.

Although, Billy could not hold back the tears that came to his eyes. Bella, oh god Bella.

"Who are those guys?" John whispered as he ducked behind the counter with Molly and Billy. "Are those the scavengers that ambushed you?" He turned to Molly and patted her on the shoulder to get her attention.

"No," she whispered. "Those scavengers at Sam's Club want to capture survivors alive, these guys are not them. They are someone else entirely." She turned her back around and put a hand on Billy's shoulder as he sobbed quietly. "Are you okay?"

"They killed Bella," he whispered as he answered. "They killed my sister."

Molly could sympathize with him. She told him this and told him how her sister died too. "I miss her everyday and it made me feel better to stomp and stomp on the man responsible."

"We have to kill these bastards," Billy said. "They killed Lenny, Bella and Sophia, so we have to kill them. We have to kill all of them."

"Billy, we are slightly outnumbered and they have shotguns. All we have is Hilda, one pistol with only a few bullets inside." Molly took a peak over the counter and through the glass door to see the wear-and-tear survivors looting the backpacks of the three corpses and taking all the food, supplies and ammunition. Molly counted at least six survivors, and made a mental note on how they have the supplies, food and ammo, but they don't have the medicine and medicine is just as valuable as gold nowadays. In a way, they had a slight advantage, but they were nevertheless outnumbered and outgunned.

"If we only brought them inside with us, then maybe they would have survived," Billy said, still expressing extreme guilt.

"What's done is done and there is nothing we can do," John said firmly. "Now is not the time to wait until after we sneak away from these guys and then you can cry. Molly, what about your bite?"

"Now is not the time. When we either take out these punks or get out of perfect range, then we can finish 'Operation Cut-Off-Molly's-Arm-While-Humming-That-God-Awful-Friday-The-13th-Jingle." She quickly removed the belt from her arm and handed it back to John who reapplied it to his jeans. She unrolls her sleeve and conceals her bite once more. "If there is one thing I know and have learned from a long time of scavenging, it's that assholes that have the bigger guns think they are the top dogs in the room. If you guys follow my lead very closely, then all three of us will make it out alive and we will be able to take a swing for our friends in their honor."

"What's the plan MacGyver?"

Molly made sure that Hilda was strapped to her backpack and that both John and Billy were wearing their backpacks. "Okay, if we make enough noise, then it will attract a nearby herd and they will overwhelm the wear-and-tear survivors if we keep them occupied long enough. We use the herd as a way of sneaking out by using the gut method."

"Why can't we just sneak out?" John asked.

"Because these assholes killed our friends in cold blood. They deserve to die and they deserve to die a gruesome way. And plus, this is the only entrance that has not been barred off including the windows so the only way is through them." Molly turned to Billy. "Are you with me so we can avenge your sister?"

The doctor said yes.

"Good, now John, how many bullets do you have in your gun?"

John removed his magazine and slapped it back into his Beretta 92FS as soon as he found his answer. "Only three bullets left. Even if I fire and manage to hit three of them, we would still have three of them on our tails."

"Evening the odds," she corrected. "We are going to kill three of them before we trap the other three in here with zombies surrounding them in every direction. That is the outcome of the plan, so let's start with Plan A, and our time appears to be dreadfully limited."

"I'll take the shot. We want to alert zombie to come get them right?"

"Right, Billy, we are going to trap these three in here so I need you and Hilda to go make an opening big enough for us to crawl through." She hands him Hilda. "Be very careful with her, don't scratch her at all."

Billy was actually scared due the fact that Molly named an inanimate object. He figured she must be losing her sanity, but he grabbed it and crawled towards one of the corners in the far back and positioned himself in front of a barred up window. He quietly used Hilda to pry the wood off of the window and placing the wood to the side.

Molly and John waited for Billy to be done looking for a way out before they would attack the wear-and-tear survivors. However, their plan worked prematurely and the six wear-and-tear survivors walked into the station. Molly and John kept their heads hidden as they heard the sounds of boots against the ground.

"Boys, I saw a woman and two men rush inside the station," one shouted, Molly figured the leader. "Remember, as soon as you find them, kill them. They trespassed onto our land, killing them so they would not reanimate would actually be a mercy."

"Would we process them later," another asked.

"Yes, but only the woman, and I call her. The two males, we can leave for the undead."

"You can't just call who you want."

Molly knew that they were distracting them. In her experience, killers would never talk about their plans out loud when they were tempting to kill her. They were talking as a means of distraction which meant that they were already around the room looking for her, John and Billy.

"Molly, come out come out wherever you are!"

Molly's eyes widened. They know my name, they know who I am. Who are these people?

"You're probably wondering how we knew your name. Never talk when a herd is upon you. Whisper and the dead don't mind."

The Wear-And-Tear Leader pumped his shotgun and aimed around the room, but before he could have a chance to fire, gunshots rang out and two of the Wear-And-Tear survivors were shot in the head. The Wear-And-Tear survivor looked over the counter and a fist collided with his jaw.

The Wear-And-Tear Leader slams into the wall while Molly attacks the other two Wear-And-Tear survivors before they could expect it. John finished off his last bullet on the third Wear-And-Tear before he jumped over the counter.

Molly wanted to kill the Wear-And-Tear Leader, but Wilson's words rang in her head that if she kills, then there is no more civilization. Plus, she had his shotgun in her hands, but no Hilda. He was defenseless, so killing him and his other two defenseless wear-and-tear survivors would be just as inhumane as those Hunters they encountered the day before. But that did not mean that she wasn't going to trap them inside the train station with zombies.

Molly and John charged out the door and zombies swarmed them immediately. Molly passed the shotgun to John who started blasting away zombies. Molly used the closest thing she could to barricade the Wear-And-Tear survivors in: the shotgun once John emptied all rounds.

Molly and John slither through the horde of zombies just as the Wear-And-Tear survivors bang on the door in an attempt to get out, but they quickly backed down when they saw the horde against the door.

Molly and John quickly run towards the back, narrowly avoiding zombies on the way and meet up with Billy again. Billy made it through on the other side obviously and he managed to board up the window from the outside. Without a doubt, the Wear-And-Tear survivors were trapped inside the building with zombies closing in on them.

"Now let's get the hell out of here," Molly says. "When we're in the clear, then we can grieve for our lost friends."


Molly, John and the crying Billy ran as fast as they could into the woods, dodging every single zombie they came across. One way or another, they were going to survive, and they doubted that they would see the Wear-And-Tear survivors again.

Billy collapsed to the ground and John was kicked in the gut. Molly was caught by surprise and tackled to the ground. Billy was being kicked and stomped on by two survivors while John was being restrained by three big survivors. Molly had a double barrel shotgun aimed at her head by a survivor in odd clothing.

"Hello there, you three trespassed onto our land. We don't take too kindly to trespassers," the leader said. "You, and your three friends are coming with us. You three are in big trouble. Don't worry, we won't kill you, just make you wish you were dead."

"Who are you guys?" asked Molly.

"We...are...the Speechless."

"Fuck."


Letter Hacks

-Takes place four hundred days after Rick wakes up from his coma.

-The Wear-And-Tear survivors are the Speechless.

-Lenny was going to survive instead of Billy.

-Molly's bitten arm remains unsevered.

-What happened to the trapped Wear-And-Tear survivors will be revealed.

-The F word will only be used once in this entire fic...and it's already been said.

-No flashbacks will be used this season for now.

-Molly will be an inspiration for the Speechless in the next episode.

-The season finale will feature an epic 'fight into the herd'.