[Sam's POV]

You know what? What Freddie did back there was awesome and... well, explosive. I think I just got a new-found respect for him. But enough about the grenade launching nerd.

After Shelby hacked the big guy's head off, we still weren't off the hook. Endless wave of zombies still came at us.

"Good thing we had experience killed these guys." I laughed.

No, I was wrong.

The normal zombies learned new tricks. They move faster now and according to Freddie, they can be attracted to people nearby, even if they're not making a single noise. This makes the battle harder and a lot more fun.

Shot after shot, lots of zombies fall down. But more zombies take their place. Told'ya it'll be fun.

You really have to see Freddie's face right now. He's so horrified. And oh, he found a new gun. Yay for him.

In the distance, I can hear a faint roar of a helicopter. Killing zombies might be fun, but I don't wanna die. The helicopter was carrying something... A box. Wonder who that's for?

The chopper slowly put the box down and it was opened by soldiers with gas mask from the inside. They covered us.

"Get in!" One ordered us.

And we did.

Again, we survived another zombie horde. Amazingly, we still haven't transformed into one of them. But the soldiers inside the box, or "containment unit" as Freddie called it, were treating us as if we were. They were aiming their guns at us, ready to shoot us if we made a wrong move.

A very uncomfortable couple of minutes passed before we got to land. Once out, I quickly recognized the place. Seattle-Tacoma International Airport. But it looked different. It was filled with soldiers and miserable people.

Soldiers confiscated our weapons and led us to a room. Inside the room were scientists, ready to inspect us for bites, I guess. They took Freddie to another room to be inspected, maybe because he's a boy.

We did a lot of tests. The doctors made us strip and they looked for a sign of bites. We had a lot of scratches on us but luckily, their nails weren't infectious. They also did spit tests and some similar crap. After they confirmed that we weren't infected, they led us to the lobby. There were a lot of people here. I finally felt how sardines feel in a can.

It wasn't long 'till we found familiar faces: Ted Franklin, Gibby and Guppy.

Our Principal was arguing with Gibby and Guppy (obviously about him not wearing a shirt in public places) when we approached them. Carly ran to them and hugged each of them.

"Hey, you guys! It's good to see you!" She said as she finished hugging the simply irresistible Guppy.

We talked about how we all got here when Freddie ruined the moment by approaching us.

"Hey." He said glumly.

"Why so sad?" Shelby noticed.

"I can't find my mom."

"Aw. I'm so sorry." Carly hugged him.

I thought Freddie would immediately light up as Carly put her arms around him but instead, he pushed her gently and started to walk away.

"I...I need some time alone." He said.

"Nub. Where are you gonna find a private place in a cramped area like this?" I said back at him but he just didn't care.

I hate him being so emotional like this. So anyways, Ted was here with his family, trying to evacuate. Gibby and Guppy also finding their mom. We asked them if they wanted to come with us. Gibby and his brother were in but Ted was still unsure.

"I'll let you know if I made up my mind." He said before leaving.

We stayed in the freaking airport for God-knows-how-long. My mom, Carly, Shelby, Gibby and Guppy and I stayed in a corner near a vending machine and Freddie still hasn't come back from his "alone time".

Then we heard a lady from the speakers.

"Attention, all refugees. The first batch of evacuation planes have landed-" The lady said.

This made a panic. There was so much noise I couldn't make out any words the lady was saying. Almost all the people stood up and headed to one wing of the airport, probably where they board the plane. Because there was so many people squeezing their way out of here, we decided to wait it out.

A few minutes have gone and I almost snoozed. People are still trying to get into the evac plane. Then, our worst dreams are realized.

Just outside, a roar can be heard. We all looked outside to see an army of zombies. They almost covered the whole 10 blocks. Scattered in different areas are a lotta Bullies. They must've been attracted to the airplanes and the noise of the people or they must've tracked down humans (the way they did with Freddie).

In the east wing, screams started to echo. Bullies knocked the walls down as if they were made of lego. Then, Freddie suddenly appeared behind us. He was carrying his ol' zombie survival kit.

"Hey guys. Ready to kick zombie ass?" He smiled.

Look like he's back to his old self. His old zombie killing self.

He brought some of our old weapons and took new ones, too: A FAMAS assault rifle, his sabre and a Colt Python for him; an Uzi sub-machine gun, an M1911 pistol and a ballistic knife for Carly; a USAS-12 automatic shotgun and a machete for me; an M-60 machine gun and Glock 18 for Shelby; an M4 assault rifle for Gibby and a Bowie knife for Guppy; and he even saved my mom her chainsaw. What's left in his duffel bag is a couple of food rations, medkits, his grenade launcher and a couple of grenades and ammo.

With these, we were ready to lock and load.

"So, are we going to get into one of those planes?" I asked him.

"Nah. Too dangerous. The bullies can easily tear them apart. We're better off running away."

"Wait! Where's Principal Franklin?" Carly asked.

We looked around and saw him with his terrified family.

"So have you changed your mind? Are you coming with us?" Carly asked him.

"I'm sorry, Carly, but I'm gonna take my chances with the plane." Ted remorsefully said.

"What? Why not?" Freddie asked.

"It's just... It's crazy going out there with all those monsters. I hope you understand

"Oh. We understand. Well, at least take this with you." Carly handed him her M1911 pistol and two mags.

"Thank you."

He hugged the three of us before fleeing to the plane, and I had a feeling this is the last we'll see of him. I looked at Carly and she had tears flowing from her eyes. Even Freddie looked awful.

"Hey. Why didn't I get a hug." Gibby asked and made us laugh, even in the middle of a zombie infested airport.

I playfully punched his stomach and we got going.

"Woah, what are those?" Shelby suddenly pointed out to a weird bunch of zombies. They were faster than the normal zombies and they had really, and I mean really, big jaws.

We watched as one of them pounce and eat on a refugee. The refugee was obviously trying to push it away but it was no good. The zombie was stronger. It bit the man's head off with one bite. Then, it faced and ran towards us. But thanks to Shelby's machine gun, it didn't even got close.

Figuring that this cramped up place isn't good for a fire fight, we rushed outside. Once we did, we saw the enormity of the zombie horde. Forget about what I said about the ten blocks. They look like they're covering 5 football fields. We knew that the only option we have is to run.

So, we did. After what feel like a thousand minutes, we found a place we can go to cool off.

A mall.

Author's note: Yay! I finished a chapter in Sam's POV. Thanks to all those who are reading, reviewing and subscribing! In the next chapter, the gang finds out that not just the undead will try to kill them, but also one of them. Or something like that. LOL