Something I just wanted to point out quickly is that places that I mention (such as Farmer's Drive and Kalet) are fictional places or renamed so I can have some creative licence with them instead of following a map. This is kind of like how the show and comic have made up places that don't exist and don't look exactly like a real place in the world. There will be plenty more to come, so I don't want anyone commenting on how I made up places.

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Sam's Pov.

I could tell before it happed, that he was going to be a problem. "Look missy, I need that latté now! Do you know who I am?!" The coffee shop had always been very busy and people usually had to wait for their coffee to be made. Today was no different from any other. Tom Shepherd was a regular. But today he was different, he seemed like a complete stranger. He wasn't his normal, patient self. He didn't even remember who I was. "Tom, is there something wrong?" He gave me a stern look. "So you do know who I am. Well, come on. Give. Me my latté already."

I turned to ask Kim to get the latté, but what I saw horrified me. She was being torn apart by the customers. I looked back at Tom. He and several other customers were trying to get over the counter. They're skin slowly getting paler and there're eyes turning a milky grey. I backed away from them as fast as I could. "Please, stay back. Get away." "Give me my latté RIGHT NOW!"

Then my voice sounded alien, like it wasn't my own. "I can't. I can't be held responsible for other people's lives. Not after last night." Actually, that wasn't my voice. Slowly the people around me faded away into nothing as I realised it was a dream. Waking up, I was in a dimly lit room on an uncomfortable bed. Then it all came back to me. The walkers, the city, the coffee shop, the people I was with at the motel, and Ben. I don't know why he came to mind in particular, but he did.

I got up off the bed - remembering that I came in here to take a nap - and walked over to the curtained window and looked out. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust. Outside, I could see Chan talking to Weston. I couldn't completely hear what they were saying, but I caught the name 'Anna'.

Stepping outside, I asked them what was wrong. Chan turned to me – looking like he was feeling guilty for something – and said "It's nothing." I gave him a look that said I wasn't buying it. "It's Anna. She's upset about what happened last night." Last night? It must have been Anna I heard talking in my dream. "Should someone go talk to her?" I asked. Chan raised his hand in the direction of her room. "Go right ahead. She'd probably like the company of another woman more than one of us." I nodded and walked over to her door. I knocked on the door a few times. "Anna? It's me, Sam. Can I come in?" It was silent. For a moment I was scared something wasn't right. Then a muffled answer came from within, a sort of sobbing sound. "Yeah, … please… come in."

It was just as dark as it had been in my room. The age of the motel was easily seen by the curling wallpaper and the dozens of cobwebs in the corners and between the lamp and the wall. Anna was sitting on the bed with her hands to her face. She had found a tissue box somewhere in the room and had used most of what was left of the box. "Anna…"I said sitting down next to her placing an arm around her. "… it's okay, everything is going to be okay. Tell me, what's wrong?"

She was really trying to hold back her tears long enough to talk. "I'm sorry… it shouldn't be bothering me this much. I know it wasn't my fault." "What wasn't you fault?" She wiped more tears from her eyes. "The kids… and that woman. I shot the rifle, and it attracted the dead to us. I tried to keep them away, but they killed them. I killed them." I gave her a comforting hug and reassured her. "It's not your fault, okay. You didn't know. It's not your fault." She just cried in my arms for another five minutes.

Ben's Pov.

The vehicle swerved as I tried to get around the horde of the undead. "THUNK! THUNK! THUNK!" The vehicle clipped three as we passed. The hood had a few large dents in it, but now was not the time to stop to look. There were probably fifteen or so walkers now turning around to follow the car. "Man those things are following us." Joel said very worried. "Well, it's good that their following us." I said. He looked at me confused. "How is that good?" "Did you notice which way they were headed? If they didn't follow us, they would have kept going to motel. Which means we have to make sure they keep following us." I placed my foot on the brake and lightly pressed down. We slowed down to five miles per hour. Joel didn't like the idea, but he knew this was still safer than walking.

It took an hour and a half of driving, waiting for them to catch up, and repeat until it was safe to say they wouldn't go back. When it seemed enough, I sped up and left them far behind. We were just a few minutes out when we saw an overturned Mazda on the left hand side of the road. On the other side, a truck was half off the highway with some containers in its box, one of which looked like a cooler. I knew it would be wrong to take it, but the body being eaten next to the truck was reassurance enough that it would not be missed.

I slowed the car down and turned around. "There might be something worthwhile in that truck." I stopped the car far enough back so the walkers eating the former driver wouldn't notice. I told Dylan to get the tire iron out of the trunk as he left the shovel behind. Joel was too scared to get out of the vehicle, so he stayed inside. "Okay, we have to stay quiet so we can sneak up on them." I whispered to Dylan.

We slowly walked over to the walkers. I could tell they were very much dead as one was missing an arm and the other was so badly torn apart that its guts were hanging out and dragging behind it. They were so focused on eating that I was able to get right up behind the torn up one and stabbed it hard in the back of the head. Dylan slammed the tire iron into the other's head repeatedly. Blood splattered all over the ground around him and on his clothes. The diver soon came back as well, but only for a few moments as Dylan smashed in his head too.

I thought about the driver for a moment. "This couldn't have happened more than an hour ago." "Why is that?" Dylan asked. "Because we've seen how fast you can come back. I'd guess that not all of them come back that quickly. He just came back a moment ago, so he could have died anywhere between five to forty minutes ago. It's too bad to. If we had been here sooner, we might have been able to help him."

I walked over to the box of the truck to look inside. I was right. In the box was a cooler, two large duffle bags, and what looked like a tool case. I looked in the cooler while Dylan checked the duffle bags. In the cooler, there were a lot of food and snacks with some water bottles and juice. One of the duffle bags had about forty cans of assorted foods, mostly beans, ravioli, and peaches. The other had some survival equipment, three fire starting kits, and… "Uh, Ben. You might want to look in that case."

I looked over at him. In his hands were two boxes about the size of a stick of butter, were mostly red, and had a very telling name on them. "9mm Rounds." Dylan said wide eyed. "And there's five more where those came from." I reached over for the case and unclipped its buckles. Inside was just what we expected to find. In the case were three Glock 17s and an empty space for a 45 magnum.

We were so surprised by the guns, that we didn't even notice Joel walk up. "So, what'ya find?" The sound of his voice made me jump a little. By the look on Dylan's face, I could tell he had jumped too. "Some guns and a lot of ammo." His eyes widened and fixated on the case. "What are you going to do with them?" "Take them I guess. We could do with a little more fire power." He looked a little worried about the thought of us having guns. "Do any of you even know how to use them?"

It was a thought that hadn't crossed my mind. I knew that at least three of us did. Jacob had used his shotgun to protect us. That lady that came with Chan, Anna I think, hade a rifle. And Tara usually keeps a stub-nose on her for self-defence. "Three of us for sure. Jacob, Anna, and Tara. Anyone else could learn, I guess." He nodded with approval. "Four." Dylan said. I turned to him. "I'm a pretty good shot myself." I was a little surprised by that. I didn't realize he had learned how to shot a gun.

"When did you learn to shoot?" I asked. "Well, every now and then my dad takes me to the shooting range. I could get a bull's-eye from over fifty meters away with a pistol; but I only managed that once." He chuckled for a moment, probably from the overconfidence he seemed to have. Dylan was never one to brag. I had known him since we were young; and never did he say he was better than anyone without feeling arrogant. I respect him for that. He was six years younger than me, but he was the closest friend I had, my best friend. He must have learned well I was off to college. I had only gotten back last week and hadn't had much time to talk to him. I gave him a pat on the shoulder. "So, the old man finally let you. Congrats."

I looked at the body of the driver and turned back to Joel. "You two get this stuff in the car. I'm going to check something first." Walking over to the body, I crouched down and dug in his pockets. Sure enough, I found what I was looking for. In his wallet, I found a police badge and his ID that proved he was an officer from Chicago. He must have left the city during his off hours as he was not in uniform and was diving an ordinary pickup. I had a feeling he might have been a cop because they tend to use glocks, and it looked like I was right. I also found the magnum in his back pocket. He must have had it on him just in case, but didn't get the chance to use it. There were a few loose rounds, so I grabbed them as well.

Returning to the car, Joel and Dylan had loaded the supplies and were waiting inside. I climbed in and started the car. We continued down the highway and soon arrived in Kalet. Things seemed just as bad here as they did everywhere else. Cars were either crashed into one another or abandoned on the side of the road and in the middle of the street. Some cars were even on fire and probably exploded. Walkers were here and there, but there were probably more in the middle of town.

We soon passed the local school. The sight of it brought tears to my eyes and disgusted me. There in the school yard was an overturned school bus with undead people and children around it and the large windows on the school doors were shattered or covered in blood with arms the dead either hanging out or pressed up against the glass. Just ten feet from the hole in the fence was an elderly woman, who had once been my old fifth grade teacher, was pressed up against the fence trying to push her way through it to get to the car. Her dead grey eyes staring at us. It was hard to look away, but I couldn't bring myself to ignore it.

The farther into town we got the more walkers we found. The population was a little over 3,000 and most people would be found near the center of town. As we turned a corner, a large group of walkers were right in front of us. I tried to reverse, but I ran right into an abandoned car. The force of the impact knocked me back and I hit my head hard against the head rest. It took me a moment to get over the whiplash. Dylan shook my shoulder. "Ben, come on. Drive!" I shook my head clear and hit the gas.

I tried to swerve passed them, but there wasn't enough space. "THUNK! THUNK! THUNK! THUNK!" Bodies flew up over the hood, blood splattering all over the windshield. "THUNK! THUNK! THUNK! THUNK! THUNK! THUNK!" The horde seemed endless. The more we hit, the less I could see out the windshield. "THUNK! THUNK! THUNK! THUNK! THUNK! THUNK! THUNK!" Then all of a sudden the thunking died down and stopped all together. In the rear view mirror, I could see the horde slowly trying to keep up. I turned on the windshield wipers to clear the blood. The hood was almost completely caved in with dents and the engine spluttered every now and again.

The road was somewhat clear and we were near the local police station. When we pulled up to the station, there were two cruisers blocking the entryway. We stopped and got out of the vehicle. As we walked up to the doors, a yell stopped us. "Hold it right there! Don't move!" looking up, there was an officer on roof pointing his gun at us. "Hey, we're alive officer, so lower your gun." I said with my hands in the air. "Sorry, it's not easy to tell for sure. If you're looking for help, there isn't much we can do. There's only three of us left, not including civilians." "I'm looking for my father, the Chief." Dylan call up. The officer's expression changed. "You better come inside. I'll meet you in the lobby."