Hey guys! Time for another update! Hope you enjoy…sorry it's been taking so long, I have no excuses, other than I've actually been having a social life and seeing people. LOL. Anyways, enjoy the chapter!


We fight.

The words echoed in Alejandro's ears as he ran towards a body stirring feebly on the ground. He grabbed the shotgun out of the bandits dying hands while simultaneously driving his foot deep into the man's throat. He threw the shotgun to Heather, who bravely pointed it directly at the oncoming hoard.

BAM.

A zombie exploded into blood and guts, but the recoil of the shotgun banged Heather in the mouth, bloodying her lip. She seemed unfazed, however, and fired again, this time properly compensating for recoil.

BAM.

Another dead zombie. Alejandro pulled the handgun from the bandits holster and leapt back, a zombie's teeth ringing together inches from where his fingers had been. The zombie then went to work on the slightly alive bandit, tearing through layers of clothing, and Alejandro had a bizarre analogy that it was not unlike a small child unwrapping a candy bar.

Alejandro ran back to the small group, and realized gratefully the zombies were starting to thin out.

"Let's move!" Chef yelled, running through an opening towards the sounds where the zombie noises were more apparent.

"HELP!" A voice screamed nearby. "HELP!"

Chef dashed around the corner and saw Aidan and Justin backing into a corner. Justin, like Alejandro, had grabbed an assault rifle out of a dead bandit's grasp, but was out of ammo and was now using it like a club.

"This blood is so bad for my skin!" Justin griped as a zombie coated his front with blood from its exploding head.

"Just shut up and kill these things!" Aidan snarled, using a machete, assumedly also taken from a bandit.

A zombie sprinted in towards Aidan's blindspot, but Chef knocked it out of the way with his powerful shoulders, and, as Alejandro killed it, threw Aidan another handgun. He swiped it out of the air and, tossing his machete to Justin, began opening fire on the dwindling horde.

Another twenty seconds, and all the zombies around them were dead, but the battle was far from over. The town was fairly large, and still loud moans and howls were heard, but there were much fewer human screams, something that concerned Chef as only approximately one-third of the group was with him. He ran with his group to go look for more survivors…

CODY! CODY CAN YOU HEAR ME? HELLO? CODY WE HAVE TO GO NOW! CODY PLEASE WAKE UP!

The ringing in his ears distorted the voice screaming at him. Cody opened his eyes hazily to see a sobbing and screaming Sierra standing over him. Behind her were Duncan and Harold, who were pumping lead into zombies. She gasped in delight when he opened his eyes, blinking groggily and staring around in confusion.

"Wha? What happened?" He mumbled, rubbing his aching head. He winced in pain and his hand came away bloody.

"One of the grenades threw you into a building." Sierra said soothingly. She took a rag from her backpack and wet it with her water bottle. She pressed it to Cody's head. He winced at first, but then sighed in relief. "You just got a little cut on your scalp, nothing to be worried about." She giggled, happy at Cody's sigh of relief.

"Yo, can you dorks save the lovefest until after the huge slaughter?!" Duncan shouted, throwing his now useless shotgun at a zombie, caving in its rotten skull.

Sierra nodded before turning her attention back to Cody. "Can you walk?"

Cody nodded as well. "Sure thing," He said, getting up a little too quickly and vomiting.

"Ew." Sierra said, avoiding the sick. "You've got a concussion alright." She turned to Duncan. "He's got a concussion, can you carry him?"

Duncan sighed, trading his handgun for Cody.

"What?" Cody chuckled weakly. "No comment about how degrading it is to have a dweeb on your back?"

Duncan smirked. "I was going to save it until after the life peril was over."

Cody chuckled, before slipping back into unconsciousness.


Eva roared as she slammed Bruce in the face with her fist.

Eva, soon after spotting the leader of the bandits, had thoughtlessly charged right at him, luckily able to avoid bullets and knocking away zombies. She had leapt right onto him, driving her fist deep into his face. But he was quicker than he looked. He deflected her blow and, using his massive strength, pushed her off of him like it was nothing. After that they had been continually fighting. None of the reaming bandits dared shoot at Eva for fear of hitting their leader, and instead focused their attention on keeping zombies away from themselves and the fighting duo.

"You little bitch." Bruce chuckled, spitting out a tooth into the palm of his hand. He pocked it, also blocking Eva's kick at the same time. He shoved out his hand, slamming into the fitness buffs chest and knocking her backwards. She took a step back, breathing heavily. She then smirked.

"What's so funny, you little cu-" His breath was knocked out of him by Gwen pistol-whipping him in the back of the head.

"Faggot." She hissed, kicking him in the testicles. Bruce howled in pain, reaching out for Gwen's leg and bringing her to the ground.

One of the bandit's smirked. "Bad mistake, goth girl." He snarked, aiming his rifle at Eva's head. With Bruce on the ground, there was no way he could hit him. He was about to pull the trigger.

BAM.

The rile slipped from his grasp as he reached for his neck, gasping for air as the blood from his torn throat asphyxiated him.

"Nikoli!" One of the other bandits shouted, drawing up his gun and pumping a round into the person who had killed Nikoli.

James hit the ground, grunting as his shot leg came out from under him. It wasn't a lethal shot by a long shot, but by the way the bandit was advancing on him, things didn't look too good.

"You little fuck." The bandit spat, putting his pistol against James's head. He pulled the trigger, sending the shot straight into the ground, not James's skull. Trent had come barreling through the fray and slammed into the bandit, knocking the gun aside just in the nick of time.

James quickly stood up and kicked the bandit off of Trent, who had quickly gotten the upper hand over the musician. He fired his gun into the bandit's skull, and he moved no more. He then collapsed back onto the ground, shouting in pain while Trent carried him to safety.

Meanwhile Bruce was ontop of Gwen, slamming his fists into her arms as she shielded her face. Eva would've come to her aid if a zombie hadn't nearly tackled her to the ground. She was trying to figure out a way to pummel it to death without getting bit. She then got an idea. She waited until the zombie started chasing her, and lead it right towards Bruce. She dived out of the way at the last second and the zombie latched on to the man's back, trying to find skin through all the layers of clothing.

It worked. Bruce quickly got off of Gwen, enabling her to retreat, nursing her very bruised and battered arms.

Bruce slammed the zombie in the face, denting it's skull and causing it to hit the ground, very much dead. He turned around to see where Gwen had gone, but got Eva's fist to the side of his head. The only thing that prevented him from going out cold was the layers of clothing and the plastic strip that held his goggles in place. Nevertheless, he staggered, and Eva swept his legs out from under him.

She smirked as Brick ran up, throwing Eva a knife before turning around to shoot more zombies. Eva smirked grabbing out of the air, twirling it around in her hand while bringing it down point first directly into the evil man's crotch. The blade whistled, piercing through clothing, skin, blood and sperm sacks to embed itself into the ground on the other side.

Bruce howled in pure agony as Eva twisted the knife, relishing the ripping sounds it made. She bent down close to his ear. "Tell me where the woman are and I'll let you die without any further pain.

Bruce smirked. Then Bruce chuckled. Then he laughed. The he howled. After he calmed down, he stared Eva right in the face. "I killed them all before we came here. They're all dead. Take that you stupid bitch."

Eva smirked right back at him. "Well that makes things easier on us." She said simply, grabbing the knife and yanking it up, before bringing it right back down into his eye. His body seized up, then lay still. Eva spat on his dead face as she got off of him, prying the knife from his socket and wiping it clean on one of his many scarves.

She stood up and surveyed the situation, and was surprised to see it under control. The last of the zombies were being slain, and two of the bandits had surrendered, surrenders that Chef had accepted, much to Eva's surprise and anger.

She located Brick. "Mind if I keep this?" She asked hopefully. Brick nodded, "Course! Kill more evil guys with it though. That's the only requirement."

"I think I can manage that." She chuckled, as Brick handed over the sheath.


Jo stomped on another zombie head, filled with anger. She couldn't save her. She couldn't save any of them. She was useless. Behind Jo, a small body with a hole through it's head lay on the ground. Silvery blond hair was stained pink by the blood. Behind the corpse of Dawn, the corpse of a bandit lay on the ground with a handful of those silvery blonde hairs clutched in it's fist, with a handgun in the other.

Lightning ran up, sans Beth. "Jo! Glad your okay. What's the matter?"

The jockette pointed over to Dawn's corpse. Lightning gasped, actually looking sad. "Oh, fairy girl." He whispered. He looked back up at Jo. "What happened?"

"She followed me." Jo said bitterly. "I was too busy killing the zombies, that by the time I heard her scream I was too late. That fucker blew a hole in her head. I snapped his neck though." She laughed hollowly. "Not that it matters."

"Oh man. That sha-stinks." Lightning sighed, bending down and gently scooping up her body.

"What are you doing?" Jo barked, as Lightning turned to leave.

"Well now we can sha-bury the dead." Lightning said softly. "I think Chef wants to."

"Are there more than one?" Jo asked, paling significantly.

"All I know is Zoey." Lightning said quietly.

"Red, huh?" Jo sighed, using the nickname fondly. "Damnit…I guess we're lucky we didn't lose anyone else, I guess." She straightened up and turned to follow Lightning.

"If Red is dead," Jo thought, "That means…" She gasped. "We need to find Mike!" She yelled, sprinting off towards the main group.

When she was within ten yards of the group, she heard a a "No! Don't! MIKE DON'T!", a gun shot, and a scream.

Jo shoved past Harold and Courtney, who were treating James's leg, and past a still unconscious Beth, to see a now blood soaked Gwen staring in shock at the body that used to be Mike. The shotgun clattered from his now dead hands as his body hit the floor.

"Fuck!" Jo yelled, kicking a piece of debris. "I knew it! I knew he would do it! I couldn't save him either!" She went on a rampage, kicking degree and dead bodies alike.

Brick restrained her. "Jo, you need to clam down." He said both strictly and soothingly. After a few seconds, Jo stopped fighting him and he released her, patting her on the back. Despondent, she went and sat on a log.

"Mike…" Bridgette whispered, beginning to cry again. Geoff wrapped his arms around her and comforted her.

"That makes three casualties." Aidan whispered.

"Yeah, Count. I think we can all count past two." James said, wincing as Harold stitched up the hole in his leg "Give it to me straight, doc!" James joked at his medic.

Harold chuckled. "Well, as long as it doesn't get infected, by zombie or other ways, you should be good. If it gets infected though…well it won't be very pretty." Harold admitted.

James shrugged it off. "Well, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it."

"After three days we should be able to see whether or not it's going to be infected. After that it's very unlikely you will get an infection as the skin will start to reform." Courtney said, finishing wrapping up the injury with gauze.

"Sounds good." James said, reclining on his backpack.


As Jo was sitting on the log, staring out into space, she felt someone sit down beside her. She turned and saw a flash of black hair.

"What do you want?" She asked Heather grouchily.

"I…well I...ugh, I hate these…" Heather sighed. "Well, I just wanted to apologize for how I was, back at camp."

Jo looked up, surprised. "Wow, you apologizing?"

Heather chuckled. "Haha, very funny."

Jo laughed, and then scratched the back of her head. "Yeah, I guess I was pretty bitchy too…We cool?" She asked, offering Heather her hand.

Heather shook it. "Sure, you man-she." She joked.

Jo smirked. "Right back at you, dumb whore."

The duo laughed and made their way back towards the main group, where Chef had started addressing the group.

"So!" Chef barked gesturing to the two prisoners that were captured. Now that their clothes were removed, you could see their faces. Both were young, but one was Asian, and the other was Caucasian. The Asian had a buzz cut with small spiky black hairs covering his head. The Caucasian had auburn hair that went down to his shoulders, but was tied up in a ponytail. "As you can see," Chef continued, "We have two prisoners."

"Why?" Eva shouted, "We should just kill them!"

"Maybe." Chef nodded, "Maybe not."

"Give me one good reason why we should keep them alive." Eva snarled.

Chef sighed. "They know the surrounding area better than we do. They also know about rival groups of people and where they are located. They will be our guides, but remain our prisoners.

"I'm Zetrikov!" The Auburn haired young man said cheerfully.

"No one cares." Chef grunted, shoving him over.

Zetrikov wasn't fazed, however, and with his cheek mashed against the ground, said: "And my buddy here is…"

"You tell them my name…and I'll cut your tongue out." The other prisoner said dangerously.

Zetrikov was still unfazed. "As I was saying, my Asian buddy here is Shuie! Hard to pronounce, huh? All Asians's names are! HAHAHA! Anyways, it's pronounced Sh-wee. Incase any of you were wondering."

Chef blinked at the man. "Did I give you permission to speak, you dumb cracker?"

Zetrikov just smiled. "So, where are we going?"

Chef groaned, rubbing his temples.

Eva said once again, "Can we at least kill the Zeta-whatever? He's gonna drive me nuts."

"Don't tempt me…" Chef sighed.

"I know your outgoing, Zet, but I advise you shut up. The scary muscle girl looks like she's close to disobeying orders and snapping your spine like a toothpick." Shuie said, scowling at his fellow prisoner.

"Hmmm, fine." Zetrikov pouted, trying to cross his arms but being unable to because of the ropes binding him. "GOD DANGIT! I CAN'T EVEN BE POUTY!"

As Zetrikov shouted some more, Noah, who was next to Chef, turned to him. "What's our plan?"

Chef, regaining his composure, kicked Zetrikov in the stomach, effectively silencing him temporarily. He now addressed the group again.

"Okay, we need people on body burial. I know it sucks, but do we have any volunteers?" He asked, looking at the group of people.

Jo, Brick, Bridgette, Ezekiel, Eva and Aidan volunteered.

Chef nodded. "Good, Now I wan't the rest of y'all to go loot the bodies and houses. Everyone here is dead now, so choose freely. And I advise to try and take unsoiled clothes from the bandits. That idea wasn't half bad. Any questions?"

Only Geoff had one. "Uh, dude, what are we looking for?"

"Food, guns, even empty ones, clothing, matches, anything that could be useful. Tomorrow morning we'll pack up the cars the bandits so kindly left us and hightail it out of here.

"Where are we going?" Zetrikov asked again, and this time Chef answered him. "South."

Zetrikov laughed. "Oh boy, you don't want to do that. Nope. No way, no sir, no how. Just leave me on the side of the road before we go down there. Nasty Louisiana weather? Hell no!"

"We're not going that far south, and even so, why not?" Chef asked, eyeing the prisoner suspiciously.

Shuie Interrupted them. "He's right. You think the zombies are fast up here?" Zek and I were in Virginia when this whole ordeal started. They moved faster than you could ever dream. I saw one catch up to a cyclists pedaling his ass of in five seconds flat."

Chef paled. "That certainly doesn't sound like something we want to deal with, but we were only going to go as far down as Pennsylvania, if even that."

Shuie shrugged. "You should be fine, but any souther than that just drop us off."

Chef sneered, "We'll see about that." He now addressed the groups. "Get moving, everyone! I wan't every one of you back here before the sun is two thirds down in the sky. Got it? Shout if theres any trouble, and everyone grab a weapon. Move out!"

The group dispersed. Some going on burial, most going scavenging.

Chef sighed, looking at the sky, the sun was high in the sky, it had to be just about noon. Three dead. Dawn, Zoey and Mike…damn. He thought. Why did we do this. Was it really worth it?" His thoughts were interrupted by a scream.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Chef bolted towards the noise, which was coming about thirty yards away behind a ramshackle building, having no idea what was in store. Not anybody else. I don't want anyone else to die. He thought.

I don't want anyone else to die.


Dead: Owen, LeShawna, Staci, Sadie, B, Sam, Dakota, DJ, Lindsay, Chris, Cameron, Tyler, Scott, Anne Maria, Katie, Haley, Zoey, Dawn, Mike.

Alive: Ezekiel, Eva, Noah, Justin, Izzy, Cody, Beth, Courtney, Harold, Trent, Bridgette, Geoff, Duncan, Heather, Gwen, Alejandro, Sierra, Lightning, Jo, Brick, Chef, Aidan, James, Zetrikov and Shuie.