-Look an update! I've been on and off writing this chapter, back and forth between the Eragon story, and Assassin's creed one that I'm working on. I own nothing!-

Again my phone began to chime, I heard it and grabbed it. It was Austin, flipping it open I held it to my ear, he was panting breathing heavily, and he sounded scared. Fuck, something had happened, he was attacked, and now bleeding to death surely. I started to panic, slamming on my breaks I came up into a traffic block.

"Austin what's going on?" I yelled over the phone.

More heavy breathing, why wasn't he talking, finally he spoke, "Jas, they broke into the apartment."

"Are you out of the apartment?" I asked, I couldn't tell if he was outside, or inside.

"I'm outside behind the bushes by the sign. They just totally broke the door down! What's going on, how far are you?" He started into the panicked questions; I didn't know what to say. This is all from that sickness, and don't get bit?

"I'll be there shortly, listen to me, I need you to keep out of sight, if you move call me. Don't talk to anyone, don't make any noise just be quiet, do you understand?"

"What's…" I cut him off before he could get in another small word.

"Do you understand me!?" I said, my voice was quiet, I felt like yelling but if he were in danger I knew it would be the wrong thing to do.

"Hurry please," he whispered, and disconnected.

Inching closer to the blockade I began to make out what it was that held up the traffic. All around me there was mothers, fathers and the general population that filled the apartments near by getting out of their cars and yelling. There was a military blockade, several hummers, and the local Army, as well as Marines stood fully armed with general run of the assault rifles. They had the area completely closed down from getting by, I had that feeling inside me as well to get out and start yelling. I watched from my car as people started to gather around, becoming a pack to the military.

Io had a bad feeling, it was settled in my gut like that whole regret thing that you have when you just watch people, and know they are going to do something stupid. Well, I knew it was going to happen as I watched from my car. They yelled, shouting the usual of how dare you, they needed to get in the city, they were stupid to do this. And they stood there like a blockade.

Whatever I was going to do I was going to be stupid doing it, but it was to late. Stepping out of my car I had my gun at my side, I moved quickly through the crowd. My side throbbed with constant pain, and fuck I could hardly breath. Broken ribs, that was what happened, the constriction of that fucking infected thing put enough damage to my body, and I felt the pain with each step.

"Please let me go, I have children at home! Please!!!" there were the screams of the mother, to the father who stood besides acting like if he yelled loud enough that his point would have gotten across.

"You have no fucking right, we are people, and we have our rights!"

"Listen, we are ordered to seal off the city, it is under quarantine, return to your cars and await further instruction over the Emergency Broadcasting stations." One of the soldiers was so brave to step forward, god I pitied him for trying to be the good guy and be Dr. Phil.

I approached, my hand resting near my pistol; I was feeling edgy, as I got closer. Several of the other soldiers saw me, and then they went to looking at my gun. Turning at once ach of them put their rifles trained onto me, I froze. My heart began to beat harder as I thought of all the led they could pump me full of, fuck kids could use my fingers as pencils.

"Freeze! Stop right there! Hands in the air!" One demanded but I couldn't tell who spoke with their rifles near their faces.

Raising my hands in the air I glanced behind them and could see my apartment building a good number of blocks away. Fuck why couldn't I just get to Austin; no there always had to be something in the way. I was sure I was going to get shot if I even so much as flinched. Calm breathing; remember to breath you have to get back to Austin for him.

I tipped my head down and looked to the ground anything to look submissive, already there was sweat falling down along my neck. My palms felt clammy, but I wasn't going to let something as a speed bump like this stop me from getting to my little brother! I approached slowly, hands still up.

"Don't shoot me! I'm a homicide detective, I came here for on a call concerning something of recent murders," I was somewhat lying out of my ass but desperate times calls for desperate measures. God I was about ready to piss my pants, I so was going to next time I went to the store buy old people diapers.

"The dispatch sent a detective? They clearly have no idea the shit that's going on; ok you're needed past this, get on victory and take a left, if you can, find the people that have barricaded themselves in a gas station, that's your best bet to getting answers," one of the military officers said, but again he was back to being armed to the teeth swinging around the rifle aiming it towards the curious crowd of on lookers. Three of the others that stood around trying to control the crowd moved to the armored vehicles.

I began to step away from them, and moved back to my car; in my chest my heart was still running a marathon. The crowd behind was still frantic, and now it was then that I noticed how badly this illness was spreading. I hauled my feet from running and stopped, so did those that stood around the cars, and near to the military barricade.

I take it she was no older then being nineteen, and likely in college. Her pale face was stricken to a starved look, and her hands shook terribly. Staggering forward her breath was shaking as bad as her shoulders, god what was happening to this place? The military soldiers turned towards her with lights on her, and that's when I realized that the infection had hit here. Lifting her head back the sound echoed in the air with the painful song of bones snapping, and eyes opened to that pained, empty stare. Chills went up and down my spine, my feet didn't know how to move I was willing them, and fuck I wanted to run. Separated from my body I could see myself standing there, my face pale ass white, and staring equally as everyone else.

I noticed how mutated her body had became, nails that were at the tips of her fingers became clawed off and in replacement of nails was the jagged bones under her skin that looked… like she had chewed on them till they sat sharp and bloody. Clothes were torn and as the rest of her she must have clawed at them in sudden rage. Red eyes glared at the soldiers and her mouth opened and the scream that echoed fell on deaf ears.

Move damnit, MOVE! I couldn't; she ran so fast bare shredded pads of her feet leaving behind wakes of blood that left behind thicken scabs of past dead flesh. Around me the world was moving, but I wasn't. Past me she ran, I felt the breath of wind against my skin but I didn't feel the urgent panic that should have ran through me. With arms raised the infected brought the clawed hands down through one of the soldier's sides. A knife through butter the claws slid through the Kevlar, the strap that held his rifle, clothing, and finally to skin. I watched in exact of four fingers that ripped through from the juncture of his neck and shoulder, beneath his shoulder and bicep, at the crook of his arm, and finally at his forearm being sliced away. Blood filled the air, bones shattered, and soon joining with the rest of the steaming blood in the air I watched his spine being sliced apart so easily. Air exhaling from his lungs being punctured, and finally remains of what was his body fell to the ground.

Like the heavy patter of rain against the window the sounds of gunfire came and then it became painfully and acutely loud. Arms threw over my head I crouched, I wasn't sure if I was screaming in terror that I was going to be sliced apart, or it was someone else. Like fire, that's what I remembered, like fire was it that erupted from the end of each barrel. The rapid fire on the infected finally stopped; standing still within the path where she had dropped the soldier she staggered. Bullet holes, blood, and smoke filled her wafer thin body I had to watch the body fall to the ground.

Silence.

My knees began cramping, my thighs burned I didn't feel it, my blood was frozen in my veins and my eyes still hadn't left the bloody mess. That could have been me, that could have been Austin, Ramenson, anyone! I had to get home, had to get to Austin this wasn't some fucking walk in the park anymore. Life or death, and I were mingling on deaths door with a bag of burning shit.

"Get up," his voice was shaking, his hands pulled me suddenly to my feet I turned and saw one of the other fellow comrades who opened fire. Brown eyes were lifeless now and he was staring at the same corpse of probably his high school friend. "Get going, we're clearing the way…"

I didn't need twice to hear that, my legs shook but they some how managed to support me as I angled my way in behind my steering wheel. Cranking over the engine my foot tendons felt severed in my ankle, the force it took to press on the gas. Slowly I moved around the bodies, I didn't want to go anywhere near them. From behind my rearview mirror the crowd had assembled and became difficult now, and they'd be overrun I knew they would.

Through the streets I could see the pandemonium already releasing its wrath on the world, cars turned over and burning, windows smashed, and people running in terror. I was agonizingly blocks away; my hands shook on the steering wheel.

Calm the fuck down Jasmine! You need to get to Austin, focus damnit, that dude just got sliced the fuck into four quarters like a pizza! Don't think that! I was already having a mental break down and through the sweat and grime I dry sobbed. Sucking in deep breaths my throat and lungs burned with the air I gulped in. Lips parched, my tongue felt hot and fuzzy, my back hurt from being stiff. Through the streetlights I sped the lights flashed by one by one from the corner of my eyes, and reflecting off the overturned cars.

For once I thought that I'd be done with this and could return to Austin and lock the doors, and hide under the bed that all of this would go away. I'm always wrong, get use to that everyone.

THUD! Whatever fell and hit the roof of my Explorer shook my car, and I stomped on the breaks. Skidding and sliding along the road my tires smoked as I came to a screeching halt. It rolled from my roof and off to the ground, did I hit someone? No, they hit me? Slowly I watched a hand come peeking up from the other side of the tires and body pull itself up. Stricken with flesh that peeled away, and a missing arm there was the difference between life motherfucker, and dead motherfucker. This was a dead motherfucker. It let out a shriek, and I felt the ground summon with sudden tremble of running. I groped around my car quickly under the seats, and the dashboard. I came up with a spare pistol, thumbing the safety off the window rolled down; leaning out the window I fired off a few shots. First missed, only clipping the side of his head taking off his ear, the second hit him between the eyes. I watched brain, and skull fly out from the smoking hole that sat between the glazed eyes.

From the silent shrieking I could hear the tremor turning into easily hundreds of feet running my way. The ground became a living earthquake each measured with two feet pounding the pavement one after the other. Immerging around the corner and heading broad side towards me they came. hundreds of infected each running with the same expression as the last. Blood thirsty, and pissed; I couldn't discern their faces and tell if any of them could have been Austin. Near form of flight came over me and from the locked breaks I slammed my foot again on the gas. Jumping forward the Explorer took to the pavements clipping a car as I hauled it around taking a sharp corner.

Fear gripped my insides, and my ribcage rattling them with a tin cup to get my attention; I couldn't bring these things to Austin I had to lead them off. They still chased after me throughout the twist and turns, no matter what it felt like more were joining in. 40, 50, 65, my speedometer climbed steadily higher, somewhere I had lost the horde. In the distance I heard the echoes screams with their attention directed at some other poor soul. Lights flashed ahead, red, blue, white, red, blue white. Leaping up in my throat my heart pumped wildly with hope that I'd get the fuck out of this. You work along side with the cops you generally dismiss them, and learn to go on your own, now though; they were my beacons of light in the fog.

Around the corners I stared at each alleyway entrance, every shadow, and I listened. Coasting to a stop along the intersection I stared, again that shot of cold blood numbing pain ran through my body. What I hoped as my shining beacon was turned to being the sign of death. Overturned, the bodies of the officers littered the ground, what should have been incased in their soft fleshy bodies was strewn across the pavement, and a late night snack.

Flicking off the headlights my Explorer placed into reverse I slowly brought back my car down the empty street, and flipped a U-turn around in the road. In the pit of my stomach dread was settling deep, penetrating the fiber of my being. How many shots would it take to fend off a crowd like what chased me earlier, how many shots would it take till I was out and over ran? How many would it take… no fuck that thought!

Sitting there in the dark though, listening to the distant screams, gunshots, and explosions. I sat there still in the dark hands clenched to the wheel and the car rumbling with my foot parked on the break. Was either one or the other, go back to Austin risking dragging these fuckers back with me, or find another way to get back to him. Either way, I was stuck, watching the dark road that was empty and listening to the hell.

My heart shot into my throat when someone, or something tapped on the passenger side window. I lurched forward in my seat, and already one of my hands was looking for the stashed pistol. It wasn't something though that I was expecting, from the face at the passenger side window it was someone like me, scared out of their fucking mind. Again they hurriedly tapped at the window, pressing on the button easing the window down I still kept my hand near the hilt of my pistol.

"Hey, hey, you have a working car! Listen, we need some help. There are a few of us stranded in the gas station, and we need to get out. Can you help us out!?" I didn't recognize the person, he was maybe in his forties, balding, and had that usual Stepford househusband look to him. Then again what husband didn't have that look to them when it came to a blood stained sweater?

I stared at him, unsure whether or not to throttle the gas and make a fast get away, but Jimminy Cricket was saying otherwise. Letting the car idle, I pulled the pistol out from the confines of being stashed on the side of my seat. The clip full, heart racing I had my chances of getting out of this… full clip, head shots, that drops everything, I told myself. People had a thing about getting odd when society goes to shit, and I wasn't sure that I wasn't going to go to shit.

"Yeah, lets hurry up, I don't want those fuckers hearing us." I kept my door ajar enough that it didn't close and lock up, and if I had to make a run for it, I didn't have to try to open it up.

"Could you not swea…" he was cut short, I glared at him. I stood a few inches taller then him, and outweighed him in the ratio of muscle more than fat. Gulping back the sweat and fear he moved towards the gas station that stood at the corner of the street.

At the corner there was two wrecked cars, one had impaled itself against the street light, someone had been in it, now I wasn't sure. The windshield of the BMW was broken, and blood had splattered all over the inside and the broken glass. The streetlight fell down over the car caving in the roof. The second car was turned onto its side, and I couldn't tell whether or not anyone made it out, was dead, or…

Across the street we ran, my boots thudding while his dopey slippers padded over the pavement. Ducking under the overhang, our backs pressed against the wall I followed sidling along the side of the building. I couldn't hear the distant moaning that had filled the air, all I could hear was the constant beating of my heart. The pasty face fucker next to me was sweating, blood was spilled but it wasn't his own, his hands were dabbed in the blotting mess, but he was otherwise clean.

The windows around the gas station had been boarded up with what they could find, gorilla wracks, would panels anything and everything was used. Inside there was the faint muffled cry, barely audible, like a child weeping and clinging to their last hopes of humanity. To think, a few weeks ago it was Easter, and now the world was going to shit in a basket. Fucking Easter bunny. Househusband tapped on the door and behind it I could hear the chains clinking and clanging, to loudly for my taste. The pad lock was being fumbled around and fucks', shits', son ova bitch, was being yelled. Around I could hear the shuffling, and growing increasing intention of the infected.

"Tell them to shut the fuck up and hurry!" I hissed to househusband. He stared at me rather wide eyed, and I could see the fear etched in his face. I wasn't going to have someone get me killed when I had things to get done; Austin was on the top of my list. Still he stared at me as if I had shot him in the foot; they still behind the door were banging around making to much noise.

The roar and gurgling yell that called in the troops shocked us both; by the wrecked BMW I saw the infected snarl at us. Crouching down the probably was nice neighbor, now charged at us. Teeth wearing the flesh of some poor bastard he neared by the fuel stations, and closer. Two, four, six, they started to grow in numbers as they saw where we were. My arm felt heavy lifting up the pistol, and my thumb felt like it was made out of jelly, taking too damn long to thumb off the safety! The crosshairs shook as I glared down them and at the infected that ran closer. Releasing a breath I focused and squeezing the trigger the hilt of the pistol rocked back in my hand, my arm shook lightly, and one, two, four fell but the others were coming, and the numbers were multiplying.

A hand surrounded my arm and pulled me into the darkness of the gas station, and the door was slammed shut. Losing my footing and falling backwards the crack of skin and bone of my elbow hit the linoleum, my pistol fell from my hand as well skittering away from me. Slamming echoes and angry roars filled my ears from the infected hitting the door and beating against the boarded up windows. Blinking out the stars in my vision my head shook, behind me there was that constant weeping sob of a child.

From the gas station it reminded me of the usual Stinker station, all the windows were held up with racks, and vending machines. In the middle of the station sat two families, a large trucker, and pasty-faced househusband. A battery-operated lantern sat in the middle of opened, and empty Twinkie wrappers, and half drunken Gatorade, and beer cans. Grabbing my pistol that had fallen from my hand, I shoved it into the back waste band of my pants and crawled forward to them.

"They're out there still! I can hear them calling, like coyotes!" a mother said who held her child to her, hugging the sack of sobbing flesh.

"This shit ain' what I signed up the fuck for," the trucker grumbled taking one of the half downed cans of beer, and knocked the rest back, adding to his pretty waste line.

"Listen! She," househusband pointed towards me, and I felt the twinge of regret settle in the pit of my stomach when he continued, "Has a working car, she can get your daughter to the hospital."

"You'll help my daughter!" the mother was clearly out of her fucking mind. I began to retreat and climbed up to my feet placing my back against an empty rack as she followed suit. "You'll help her! She's sick, she has a fever, and needs antibiotics."

I would have been terrified if I were in her place, hell I'd be doing the same except with a fist if it were Austin. Her face, her eyes the constant constriction and dilation of her pupils made me unnerved, she didn't appear right, at all. Hands clinging to the child that more appeared to be whimpering from her mother, then anyone else, and the taught translucent flesh peeled back along her brow. Something wasn't right with both the mother and daughter, and I now knew that I had walked my ass right into something I should have ignored.

"Listen, I can't get your daughter to the hospital, I'm sorry!" I started to apologize at the moment I refused the mother began to let out loud wailing cries. The father was withdrawn and hardly reacted; the trucker was equally as uneasy as I was. "Listen! Listen god damnit!" I yelled my hands rose in the air, course pistol in hand.

The crazed mother fell silent, her eyes on me still wide, and perspiration dotting over her brow. Like the scenes in a movie where the ringleader held the gun at point in the air and fired a shot for attention, I had that power but no shot was fired. The gas station had fallen silent, only the hum of the battery operated lantern, and distant sound of hell outside. The pounding had long since stopped, either it was good or I was worried.

"I can't take you or your daughter to the fucking hospital, calm the fuck down! There is nothing I can do and I don't think they are able to take anyone in anyways, calm down, CEDA should be having some emergency care anyways," I was trying to be smart, pulling most of it out of my ass, and the other half from what I remember was played over the radios, or what I've heard.

"You aint goin' to be running out there anyways," The trucker stood from his crouched position, he towered over me. His arms were like tree trunks, thick hairy, and with muscle upon muscle. Something from West Coast Choppers is what he reminded me of, even when we all were barricaded in a gas station. "Whatever the fuck is with all them out there, you aint running out there without a plan. They outnumber us, and yer' being pretty fucking stupid. Yer' kid's sick? I don' know how mine is, think it's right to say we are stuck here."

In the silence that filled the area clogging each of the space that was between us I felt for some reason out of place. These people were the general mill blue-collar workers; I looked at dead bodies for a living, and tried to figure out why they were dead. For that moment of silence I thought of Ramenson, his eyes still haunted my mind… I killed him.

Gurgle of life filled the child, but it wasn't the feeling of life that I liked hearing. Her head rolled over past the breast that her mother held her too, and from the terrified eyes they now stared past me with a void of absent glassy-eyed gaze. The mother, she was oblivious, I wasn't. I stepped back gaining farther distance from the child and mother as I could, in your get you get that feeling of dread, and fear, this was to level two where I wanted to shit myself. Again.

"Yer' child don't look-." Before the Trucker got another word out of his mouth, don't look right became reality. Lunging from her mother's arms, past life and into the world of whatever the fuck she: it was, she turned savage. Foaming past the small gaps in her teeth, and gums glistening black and white she turned on the woman. She wasn't able to move fast enough, the child leapt forward and through the shrieking shock, that small mouth let out a shrill roar. Teeth sank into flesh, hands clawed at her face, and the child tore what sat of her jugular vein, and neck apart. Stringing from her teeth I saw the shredded muscle of tongue hanging down from what was originally a living woman. The chest cavity had been completely clawed open, and I saw witnessing the beating heart working feverishly, and beating wildly.

I had let out my own scream at the sight of the child turning against her mother, and my arm raised with the pistol ready to fire. snapping pops of bullets flying past the rabid infected child missed as she moved, blurring with her movement. Lunging past she leapt upward, fingers tearing the metal grating off from the ventilation system small feet disappeared from view. My back against the gorilla racks hell within the confines of four walls was breaking loose, the mother that still was bleeding out thrashed on the ground. Blood splattered with her hand slapping the growing tide of red on the linoleum, the other civilians that were with us had scattered, leaving, running, screaming to the back room, bathrooms, anywhere.

There was that chill that suddenly filled my spine when I heard the screeching alarm filled the station of the emergency being broken, and opened up. Wafting from the outside I could smell the acidic smoke of burning tires, and other fires, and the distant sound of pounding feet that grew to another stampede that was coming closer. Turning my arm I glanced at the pistol and tried to remember how many shots I fired? How many were left, and how many where coming?

"Woman!" The Trucker yelled at me over the alarm, and I saw he didn't have much to live for, and he was the only sane fucker I've seen in a long while. "You get on outta here, you got someone needing you." In one of those bear paws of his he held a pipe, the other he sat and pulled the rack away, and chains off the door.

I slammed my whole body into the door and made a run for it. Outside I hardly had time to beat across the pavement, already the numbers had overrun the gas station and were after me. My lungs burned as I ran across the lot, and towards my car that I saw across the street. Days in the gym were paying off as I still sprinted, but those fuckers are fast. Hardly to the street I saw three running towards me, I didn't see their faces, hell I could hardly see the world in the blanket of night. Raising my arm I held the pistol out and fired randomly, to all praise God they dropped to the ground.

Normally this would be in some kind of movie, some sort of video game, but I was living it. My breath came in heavy gasps, my throat burned, and I didn't know if I was crying or sweating from getting to my car. Running to the drivers side I reached the door, but so did one of them. Snarling the fucker turned towards me teeth bared and rotting flesh reaching my nose. No time to bring my gun up I brought my foot around catching it in the stomach, crumpling it fell backwards onto its ass, and I launched myself into my car. Same time I got in my car was the same time that I cranked it from park into drive, my foot slamming down on the gas the Explorer gave a violent jerk and twisted around. I fought the steering wheel and hauled 'er around towards the straight away on the street.

My nerves were shot, I was exhausted, and I still thought I was going to wake up in bed with Ramenson still pressed against my back, his breath against my shoulder. As much as I wanted to keep that thought, and live on that dream that this was some tripped out nightmare, I couldn't give myself the pleasure.

I wiped my forehead and flicked on the headlights as I drove, I could see in the rearview mirror the fuckers retreating to go tear someone else to shreds. The thought came across me to pray for the Trucker, but what God was there? What kind of fucking God would do this to us? Allah, Yahweh, Buddha? Fuck them all.

I had my relapse of thinking about religion, and those times at Sunday school proved to do little, no praying would save you, wouldn't save me, or Austin. It was up to me to make sure he was safe, like getting him out of the hands of my aunt and uncle. I flipped the radio on and moved through the channels, either static or more static. There had to be something there!

Through the static I found one of the religious stations but couldn't help but to let it stop as I listened, "When there is no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth. Repent thy sins, God is choosing who he wants to come to the heavenly gates. Sinners will face the pale rider and horse that come from the sky, this is the last of humanity." For the odd reason I kept the station rolling and listened to the sounds of the gospel music singing. Again I changed the station, and this time CEDA's emergency broadcasting came over the airways.

"To those that are tuning in this is an emergency broadcasting from CEDA. We are issuing instructions of safety. Find shelter that is both stable, and suitable, with no infected persons. Stay indoors; do not try to make contact with family, friends, or any other personal that is not of CEDA, government, or military personal. If you know someone that is infected, or has been recently in contact with one, remove yourself from the premises. We will be in contact with you shortly, rescue vehicles are extracting survivors, wait for further instruction."

"Instruction my ass," I growled under my breath. It repeated the same message again, I turned off the radio, and the air was silent except for the snarling of the engine. I watched the roads and people that ran from building to building, and those that chased after them. Some with shopping carts, others that ran with their dog tailing after them, it was all hell breaking loose, and the Devil was cracking his whip.

Searching for my cell phone I grabbed it, and there was a moment I tried to pray but there was nothing in my mind I could figure out to pray for. I pressed the speed dial for Austin's number and waited. I listened to the ring tone going through several times, and now that knot in my stomach was growing larger.

"Pick up damnit, pick-…"

"Jasmine… are you there?" his voice came so quiet I hardly heard him over my panicked rambling.

"Austin!" I was delighted, no beyond delighted, fucking happy to hear his voice, if there was one thing that gave me hope it was him, alive. "Listen to me Austin, I need you to tell me where you are, and what's happening. Can you do that?"

Silence. He was either on his dying breath or trying to find the balls to speak; he still whispered, "They stopped pounding on the door, there was a lot of fucking screaming. Can you tell me what is going on?"

"I will when I get there, so listen to me. I need you to go and get any extra ammunition that I have stashed, I know you've been into it looking at it before. I need you to get that, food, and my other pistol. When you've done that go down the fire escape, and hide behind the trashcans. When I come around the corner I'll flash my brights' three times, come running and get in when I stop. Do you understand?" I kept my voice level, and calm, I was trying so hard not to panic but it was difficult when you could see the possibility of your flesh hanging from someone in your hindsight's teeth.

"What's going," I didn't let him finish as he started to come up with something to say, I needed him to hurry.

"Do you understand?" I yelled, and from the other side of the phone I could feel his recoil.

He took a breath, and the last words before he disconnected came to me with understanding, "I'll see you soon."

The line went dead; I could see the lights still on in my apartment from the few blocks that I was, they shined like a beacon in the night. I glanced at the gas gage, half empty tank, when we got out of the city limits I'd have to make a gas stop. Cutting across the manicured lawn of the opposite side, I hopped back onto the street. My finger flicking on and off the brights three times I saw a head pop up from behind, and saw Austin stand up quickly.

Stomping on the breaks, leaning over I unlocked the door, and in hopped Austin. In his arms he had a duffle bag that he threw into the backseat. His seat belt buckled in, I wasted no time! My foot like led I stomped on the gas and down the streets we sped off.

I had no game plan, no idea of what to do now, my first plan was to get Austin, but I had no idea where and or if CEDA had any rescue stations. It was silent between both Austin and I, he knew as well as I we were generally fucked. This was the last stand for human kind.

-You know, I had troubles writing this chapter, couldn't come up with generally anything good to write. I wanted to make it long so you'd get the point of how the infection was spreading, I had it written in the outline that Jas basically drove and got her brother while listening to the Emergency Broadcasting system. But that seemed dull and flat. I did use the religious line about hell being full from Dawn of the Dead, also instructions my ass isn't that from the second Left 4 dead? Or close enough to it. Either way! I like the idea of children zombies, to bad they don't have any in the first L4D lol, so gimme some reviews Chapter 5 should be up soon cause that's when the fun starts!-