The visions of a speeding car startled Dave enough to cause him to awake from his unconsciousness. He always had that one nightmare where he got hit by a car and he didn't know why. What he did know was that before he blacked out an infected; the one that had gotten Eric; had attacked him. When he able to see clearly again, Dave saw that he was in a room. Not the same room at the saferoom he and his friends stayed at though.

"Ugh….where am Ah?"

The sound of a door opening and closing startled the mechanic.

"Welcome to Atlanta stranger." A voice boomed.

At first Dave was trying to figure out how he got to Atlanta but then he realized that Mitch had said that an evac station was in Atlanta.

"Ah made it…." Dave whispered.

"…..Okay then. It's nice to meet you, I'm Jason." Said the man.

"Names Dave…uhhh how did Ah get here?"

"Well you see, a Smoker got you-"

"Smoker? The hell is that?"

"That's what we call the infected with the tongues."

Dave looked around the room as he waited for Jason to continue his story of how he was even alive right now.

"Well we saw the Smoker drag you pretty far while we were on one of our supply runs and we killed it and brought you back here to help. The Smoker had you in its grip that was so tight that you blacked out for like two days from the lack of air."

Dave began to think things over in his mind. The last thing he remembered before the zombie tried to kill him was that the others were being boring so he went outside to kill zombies with a frying pan. He did remember that he tried to scream for help but the "Smoker's" tongue had crushed his lungs up and wrapped itself around his throat. Now he remembered that he was unable to breath after a while.

The southerner's stomach twisted with a small feeling of anger and fear. He was angry because none of his friends went outside to see if he was okay. He was afraid that maybe they got hurt worse that he did.

"Listen, Jason, ya gotta help me save my friends."

Jason had dirty brown hair that's style was a buzz cut. He had on a camouflage shirt and ripped blue jeans. His face had a light beard that matched his hair. He was covered in scars and bruises. It was obvious that he was in the military before the apocalypse.

"Hmm well do you know where they are?"

"Well, not exactly….where did ya find me again?"

"Just outside of Savannah. Like I said, that Smoker dragged you far away."

Dave ran his hand through his hair, his eyes widened when he didn't feel his hat on his head.

"Don't worry your clothes are being cleaned." Jason laughed. Now that it was mentioned, Dave noticed that he was wearing new clothes. A plain orange T-shirt and baggy black shorts. Not his style but whatever.

"Thanks, but will ya help me?"

Jason scratched at his beard; his light blue eyes looked at the ceiling. After a few minutes the man chuckled and looked back at Dave. With a smile on his face he nodded.

"I guess we can help you. The more survivors the better."

Dave jumped off of the bed he was on whooping loudly. Jason laughed with shaking his head. The door opened again, silencing Dave long enough to see someone he didn't know who smiled at him.

In the doorway was a woman who looked like she was in her early twenties. She had long brown hair and she wore a light pink shirt. She was shorter than Dave and she had on blue skinny jeans that were tucked into her black winter boots.

"Jason the radio is going crazy. Someone is out there calling for help and by the sounds of it, they need it badly." Said the girl.

Jason stood up from his seat and sighed. With one last smile he left the room.

"Uhhh, hello. Ah'm Dave."

"Jackie." That was her response as she held her hand out, waiting for Dave to shake it.

Dave smiled as they shook hands. Suddenly Jason busted back into the room, a huge grin on his face.

"Well Dave, I think we found your friends."

It turns out that Jason was right. On the radio (that was taken from a truck) they could hear a voice that Dave recognized as Mark.

"Holy shit! Anyone out there? We could use some help."

Willow's voice joined in after Marks. In the background, Mitch was screaming loudly for someone to shoot the Charger that had him.

"Dave? David, if you're out there please be careful. We have been looking for you for the past two days. Right now we are at a hospital. You won't believe who we found alive though. We found-"

"Sup Dave!" a familiar voice interrupted Willow's. Dave instantly smiled.

"Eric! How the hell is he alive?"

Jason handed Dave the radio's microphone. Slowly Dave pushed the talk button with a smile.

"Eric? Willow? Guys are ya okay?"

The noise that came back was so crazy that no one could understand it. Although it sounded like everyone yelled out 'Dave' really loudly.

"Dave, where are you man?" Eric's voice asked.

"Ah'm in Atlanta! Don't worry, Ah'm coming to get ya, then Ah'll tell ya'll 'bout it."

In the background all that was heard was gunshots and screaming. Suddenly there was the sound of an explosion.

"Oh shit…..Dave please hurry there's another Tank and a Witch or whatever it is Mark calls them." this time it was Mitch who said something.

Tears formed in Dave's eyes as he heard his teammates scream in fear, anger, and in pain. Jason had a look of sorrow on his face while Jackie looked like she was about to cry.

"Listen guys, Ah promise that Ah will be there. Don't give up. Please."

Static.

This static was a lot worse than the static on Dave's TV. That day seemed like so long ago. The day he met Eric, Bree, Zero. Now two of those three were dead, and the rest of his friends were next if he didn't do anything. Dave's sad behavior suddenly died and became serious. He was once again a completely different David Ross.

"Ah'll be the one to save 'em all. From now on, only the strongest will survive…. and that's me."