...Everyone sat quietly on the bus, Bailey up front driving, Richard and Lisa sat together, Amy in her little corner in the back, and Robert laid in his seat in the middle of the bus.

The sound of rain on the roof echoed throughout the bus. Outside; cars impatiently blaring their horns hoping the line would move faster.

No one could contact their loved ones because the phone lines are jammed up with emergencies. All you could do is hope they're still alive.

"How long have we been here?" Robert finally spoke out.

Lisa had fallen asleep on Richard's shoulder

He carefully moved his arm so he could look at his watch and not wake her "3 Hours" he responded.

Robert fell back into his seat and moaned.

"Has the line moved at all?" Amy yelled from the back.

"Little by little." Bailey answered.

Amy sighed knowing there was nothing they could do for the time being.

Bailey had thought he'd seen everything in Vietnam but this was new to him. The dead coming to life to feast on the living. It had to be some kind of nightmare but no matter how hard anyone tried to look at it, this was really happening and to think he laughed when he first saw Night Of The Living Dead.

"Just be patent and you'll be rescued...but then what? They're everywhere we can't escape Them. It's only a matter of time before They get us…we…No-No-No-No DO NOT PANIC. If we panic They win and I won't let those bastards win." He thought.

They finally made it to Sharon's house. It was dark no one seemed to be in it. She parked the bike in front of her house. Taking the keys from the ignition, they walked up to her door rain still coming down the roar of thunder could be heard in the distance. Sharon turned at the door and kissed Drake wrapping her arms over his neck. He knew what she wanted he knew she couldn't resist the urge any longer, all that was left was to get her into bed and have the time of their lives. She went to open the door, the knob turned but she couldn't push open the door.

"The hell!" she exclaimed. She pushed at it again, no luck.

Drake tried to open it, no luck either.

"Must be blocked." He suggested.

"Shit…well that ruined the mood." Sharon mumbled.

They stood there in the rain thinking of what to do next. Drake looked at her intently, she noticed his gaze.

"What?" she asked.

"Is it cold out?" he asked looking at her chest. She looked down and saw her nipples were popping through her suit, embarrassed she quickly covered herself. Drake chuckled, "I don't see why you should be embarrassed about that."

"I'm going to see them soon anyway." He thought to himself.

A light came on in the house both of them noticed it they could see shadows inside, somewhere inside came a voice.

"This is our hiding place, go away!" the voice was male.

"Go away? Just let us in!" Sharon begged.

Drake began banging on the door, "Let us in." he said in a calm tone. Arguing could be heard inside.

The voice came back, "Who are you two?" he asked.

"I'm Sharon and he's Stephen we just need a place to stay until the rain stops." She answered him.

Drake tried to put on a friendly face but it proved to be difficult.

"I'm sorry, we can't allow anyone in…"

Drake rolled his eyes, "It figures." he said.

"Get outta here before you lead Them here."

"You've got to be kidding me." Sharon mumbled under her breath.

"Let us in, this is my fucking house!" she yelled.

More arguing could be heard inside, "Aw great you've lead Them here!"

Both Drake and Sharon spotted the approaching horde, "They never give up!" Sharon exclaimed.

More talking inside, "Christ all they ever do in there is talk in there." She said to Drake.

"Alright, alright I'll make you a deal: you kill all of those freaks out there and we'll let you in. Deal?"

Sharon looked at Drake, he just shrugged his shoulders seeing no other alternative, "Deal!" they said in unison. Someone threw down a pipe from a window Drake caught it, "You might need this."

"Good luck" the voice said.

Sharon put her wet hair into a ponytail and pulled out her blade. Drake put his hood up and walked under a streetlight. Sharon walked up beside him, "I count at least 17 of Them." He told her.

"Rough estimate?" she asked.

"No, there is 17." As the group drew closer they raised their weapons.

"Ready for this?" She asked.

Drake nodded.

They could see figures in the windows, watching.

The first zombie lunged at them, "I got this!" Sharon volunteered. Easily slicing it's head off.

Drake smiled, "My turn!" He took hold of the pipe and swung it like a bat, cracking its skull, the body fell.

They began to massacre the horde. The rain made it difficult to move in heavy clothing but this didn't bother them, the more challenging the better. Sharon gracefully moving from target to target, with each zombie she killed made Drake want her even more. He swung at their heads like baseballs the pipe began to bend he stopped swinging and pulled out the .357 firing at Them one by one the zombies fell; blood gushing from their wounds. Both Drake and Sharon were having fun they stood back to back examining the remaining few standing in front of them. "Only 3 left." Sharon yelled out.

"I got 7!" she boasted.

"6" Drake said.

"Looks like I'll be the winner." She said so sure of herself but he wasn't going to let that happen, he wasn't going to let her win. He placed the gun back in his jeans and took hold of the pipe.

He charged at Them, jumped and slammed the pipe into one of their craniums. Lodging the pipe inside it, unarmed he turned to his bare hands. He grabbed another zombie with all his might, lifted it up off its feet and brought its body down onto his knee snapping its spine in half.

Sharon was impressed, "Didn't know you could do that."

She raised her machete ready to throw it at Drake. He didn't seem worried she threw it straight at him, he leaned to the left the machete missed him and instead hit a zombie in it's face the blade managed to pierce it's skull it fell back dead.

"Tie!" Sharon yelled out.

Drake smiled "You have some nice reflexes, can't wait to put them to work."

Sharon started laughing.

"Dropped your guard." He quietly said. He pulled out his gun again and fired in Sharon's direction. As he fired thunder roared covering the sound of the gun, which is why Sharon didn't notice it. The bullet zipped past her head and into the cranium of another zombie behind her ready to sink it's teeth into her neck. She witnessed the zombie's body go limp then stared at Drake.

"You missed one." He said reloading the gun.

The score was now: 9 for Drake and 8 for Sharon.

"Looks like I win." He said triumphant.

He turned and pulled the machete out of its latest kill. They walked up to each other, the rain washing away the blood off the blade. He placed the it into its sheathe. Sharon looked at him with what looked like tears in her eyes. Drake wiped some blood off her face then cusped her cheek in his hand.

"Why are you crying?" He asked.

She wiped away the tears, "I'm just…so happy being with you." She answered.

"*achoo!*" She sneezed, it was understandable standing in the cold rain tends to do that.

"I think we should go inside now." She suggested. Drake nodded in agreement.

They knocked on the door, "It's clear!" they told whoever was in the house.

For a minute there was no response, "He better not squander our deal." She said out loud.

"Well if he does I'll kill him." he whispered to her.

She held his hand "I second that." She said back.

Inside they could hear the occupants moving stuff away from the door. "Deals a deal." The man said. The door opened, both stepped inside instantly they felt a wave of heat enveloped them. The man shut the door and began to rebuild the barricade. 3 Figures stood before them: a green haired woman, a young boy, and an older man roughly in his late 30's all staring at the two new survivors. Drake could understand why, his and Sharon's clothes were tattered and soaked in blood and rain.

The women stepped forward, "Sorry for not letting you two in earlier but you know how it is nowadays."

"Uh-huh riiiight." Drake muttered.

"I'm Carol and this is my son Max."

She looked at Max, "Say hi honey." She asked him.

Max was a shy kid he hid behind Carol, "um…uh hi." He said quietly.

"Awww he's sooo cute!" Sharon squealed. Max's face went red.

Drake coughed, "*ahem*"

"And you've already met my husband Gary." They turned to the man barricading the door.

"Sort of" Sharon said.

Carol turned to the older man next to her, "This is Patrick we ran into him on our way here." Patrick nodded but didn't say anything.

"I'm Sharon and this is…" she started.

"Stephen" Drake interrupted.

"Are you two a couple?" Carol asked.

They turned to each other, "You could say that." Sharon said.

"Sorry we couldn't clean up. As you can see we're a little worse for wear." Sharon apologized.

"Don't worry about it." Carol reassured her.

Gary finished the barricade, "Alright, it's back up we'll be safe for awhile."

Carol was relieved, "That's good." She said.

Gary went over to the couch and sat down to relax. Carol and Max joined him.

"Those were some pretty slick moves you two pulled off back there." Patrick commented.

"Thanks" Sharon said back.

Sharon sneezed again, "Aw…damn." She mumbled.

"Got a cold?" Carol asked.

"It's nothing."

"Well…" Sharon began.

"…I think I'm going to turn in for the night." Sharon started walking upstairs.

"Steve, you comin?" she asked. He nodded and followed her when they vanished from sight, Patrick walked over to the others.

"Are we sure about them?" Patrick began.

"What are you talking about?" Coral asked him.

"I don't know if we can trust them."

"They're just kids!" Carol argued.

You saw what they're capable of. They took on 17 of those things with only a machete, an iron pipe and a gun."

"They're survivors fighting for their lives just like everyone else in this mess."

"I'm just saying they had way too much fun killing Them; they can't be right in the head. What if they snap and kill us all?"

"Stop it your scaring Max!" Carol snapped.

Patrick stopped, "Your right, I'm sorry."

"Anyway, Sharon seems nice." Carol commented.

"Yeah but her boyfriend, there's something off about him. You can see it in his eyes its almost like he can see right through you."

"Maybe it's because your one dimensional." Gary added.

"Your suspicions are understandable, Patrick but there's nothing we can do except let them rest." He continued.

Gary patted Max on the head, "We'll be okay, I promise."

Patrick walked up to a window and stared out it, thinking.

Drake unzipped his hoodie and hung it to dry.

"So what do you think of those 4 downstairs." She asked.

"They seem alright Patrick doesn't trust us, Carol's okay, Max is okay too but I'm not a big fan of kids, Gary's just looking out for his family."

"Yeah…" Sharon began to undress "…I guess you're right." Slipping out of her outfit and hanging it up in her closet. She took her hair out of the ponytail; Drake grabbed a towel and handed it to Sharon, she began humming to herself while drying her hair. Drake took off his shoes and socks he also removed the locket and set it on the dresser.

"Sorry Stephen but this'll get in the way."

Drake then gazed at Sharon's body; she only wore a black bra and panties. He slowly walked up behind her, gently placing his hands on her hips his body brushing up against hers. He felt her shiver, "We're alone now." He said softly. She turned to him and lightly kissed his lips.

"Are we really going to do this?" she asked innocently.

"Only if you want to." He answered.

"I-I do…want to."

She kissed him more passionately then before.

"To tell you the truth I've…" she moaned softly "…I've had a crush on you since the 2nd grade."

They stopped; Sharon locked the door so no one would interrupt them. She then beckoned him to get her.

They went at it hot and heavy, their tongues dancing with each other she tasted of cigarettes but he didn't care. He gently pushed her against the wall still kissing her; he grabbed her thighs and lifted her up. She in turn wrapped her legs around his waist he carried her towards her bed. Sharon pulled on his neck causing him to fall on the bed, she giggled then rolled him over so she could be on top. He sat up and continued to kiss her the sound of rain could be heard it was very soothing for the mood. Sharon moved her hands down his neck, and over his shirt. She reached the bottom, and began to tug it up. Drake sat up allowing her to take off his shirt. She tossed it aside he laid back her eyes were fixated on his body.

"I've never seen your body before, I had no idea you were so skinny." She said.

"What's wrong with it?" He asked.

"Nothing, I just like it." she said softly rubbing his chest. "You have the body of a cute anime boy. Kind of like Tamaki from Ouran Host Club."

Drake took off his glasses; Sharon took them and put them back on. "You look cuter with those on." She said.

Something occurred to Sharon, "Keep that pose." She asked.

She sat up and grabbed her cell phone off the dresser.

"Now hold still." She said aiming the phone at me.

Drake looked at her provocatively.

Her face went red, "When did you get so hot?" she asked snapping a picture.

She looked at it, "This is definitely going to be my screensaver." She said to herself.

She placed it back on the dresser and walked back towards him.

She remembered something else "I almost forgot."

She opened her closet back up and pulled something out of her suit pocket, hiding it behind her.

Her face still red, she sat on his lap.

"I want this to be special." She stated. Drake looked at her.

She revealed what she was hiding behind her back. It was a condom.

"Got that from the store we were at?" he asked already knowing the answer.

"Yeah." She said.

"I love you." She said softly.

Drake stared into her eyes and kissed her to avoid saying it back.

She ran her hand over his crotch, "Get ready to have your world rocked." She was excited.

Drake just smiled. "This really is easy." He thought to himself.

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