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Hudson River bank, New Jersey. 9PM Central Time.

The clatter of a machine gun brought Henry out of her sleep. She had been knocked out by the impact of the helicopter, and for a moment she didn't know where she was. Then it all came rushing back to her. New York succumbing to the assault of the infected, the city burning, the infected being on the helicopter, using the machine gun against them. Shaking her head to clear her vision, the first thing she noticed was the bottle of pills in front of her. It was her medication, and the bottle had split open, spilling the pills over the area. Her blood ran cold when she found only three usable capsules. Unless she found more medication, Henry had three days to live.

"Are you gonna wake up and give me a hand here or are you just gonna sleep and let them get you that way?" asked Seamus, looking down at her. Henry realized that the helicopter was pitched, its rear ramp raised in the air and the cockpit buried in the New Jersey soil. Rolling over, she dug the .45 out of her hoddie pocket and climbed the floor of the helicopter to be next to Seamus.

Her blood turned to ice when she saw the horde between them and the river's edge. Hanging onto the edge of the ramp, she leveled the gun, exhaled slowly, and opened fire. Several of the bodies fell quickly, crippled by the bullets from the machine gun. Then the unmistakable click emanated from the machine gun, they had run out of ammo for it.

Pulling himself onto the level section of the ramp, Seamus drew his trench knifes. Both of them had been gifts from his father when they had moved here from Ireland. Now they were serving a true purpose, rather then rusting by sitting in storage. Then, suddenly, more machine gun fire erupted, only this time it came from the river. A small speeding boat swung about on the river and drove up into the mud on the edge of the Hudson.

"Who the hell are these guys?" asked Henry as she pulled herself up and stood next to Seamus. Two of the figures on the deck of the boat unleashed a hellish rain of fire from homemade turrets. The fire torched the area around the bow of the boat and destroyed any of the dead around the bow. Three crewmembers leapt off the bow and started to fire with their AK 47s into the remaining crowd.

"Hurry the hell up and grab the guns!" shouted one of the ones that remained on the boat. Henry looked up at Seamus.

"Do we trust them?" she asked. Seamus shrugged before he took a deep breath. He leapt from the edge of the chopped and landed on one of the few infected around the base of the chopper that had yet to be cut down. He swung his fists, caving in the skulls of a few of the dead around him. With a quick flick of his wrists, the blades sliced of a few of their heads. Firing her pistol, Henry jumped after him, and together the two ran for the boat.

"Get your asses on board, we still got a crap ton more of stops to make tonight!" shouted the second in command of the boat as both teens jumped onto the boat. The crewmembers that had searched the chopper for weapons also jumped on board. Spraying mud and water, the boat out of the shallows around this area and headed down river to the harbor.

"Um, thanks for saving us," said Henry nervously. The woman who had been shouting orders lit a cigarette and looked in the direction they were headed.

"Save your thanks kid, we're far from being out of a shit hurricane by a long shot," she said. The burning city and ships illuminated Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty as the boat passed Battery Park. Sliding on a thick set of headphones, the woman raised a pair of binoculars to her eyes.

"Adjust course to heading 119 and hold, five hundred yards to target," she said into a microphone.

"What is she talking about?" Henry asked, leaning against Seamus. He simply pointed to the large tubes on both sides of the boat.

"Torpedo run," he said simply. Looking out over the bow, they spotted a large Yaut attempting to make a run to open sea. Muzzle flashes illuminated the deck of the large craft. The crew was fighting the dead on board.

"Hold course…fire Tube One," said the woman. With a spray of steam, the large metal fish of the torpedo sprang from the tube on the starboard side like a man being fried from a cannon. The large fish landed in the water and disappeared for a moment. Then a large column of water and a deep thud shot up from the port side of the boat. Almost instantly, the craft was listing badly with fire bellowing from its lower deck.

"Fire Two," said the woman. Instantly, same thing happened with the tube on the Port Side. By now, a portion of the Yaut's deck was underwater. The torpedo slammed into the deck and created a large fireball, sending infected and crewmembers alike into the air.

"Good hits Cap, nice shooting," said the woman before she took the headphones and looked at the teens.

"I'm assuming you were on that chopped back there when it went down," she said. Both teens nodded, not really in the mood for speaking.

"Well, I'm second in command Reigns, and this is the torpedo boat Dawson. Welcome aboard and make yourselves at home as much as possible," she said before she went below decks. Seamus started after her, but Henry stopped him.

"Can I trust you?" she asked. He nodded simply, waiting for her to speak. Holding up the three remaining pills, she explained her situation. But rather then panic, Seamus remained calm.

"We're safe for tonight, tomorrow we will search for more of your medication," he said before he started below decks.