"Get back!" Willow screamed at her fellow survivors as she threw a random Molotov that she had found at the zombies. The flames from the Molotov barely missed Mark and Eric.

Earlier Eric had told them the story of how he survived. Apparently when the infected manage to get food, other infected will fight them over it. The zombie that attacked Eric long ago was mauled to death by a zombie that spits acid at whatever it wants. Luckily the acid only burned the zombie, allowing Eric to run and find shelter in a Wal-Mart nearby. He managed to find supplies and weapons on his journey to find his sister.

"When is Dave gonna be here?" Mitch yelled over the roar of more infected running at them from who knows where.

Mark shot a few zombies in the face as they ran at him, with their claws extended, "He didn't say exactly when. Shit! Eric behind you!"

Mitch wasn't too happy when he awoke from the kitchen table to see Eric alive still. He did ask, with a hint of anger in his voice how the man survived. Everyone assumed that his anger was from being awake again.

Willow was using everything she could find on the floor of the roof of the hospital they had been camping at since they began their search for Dave. How Dave was going to get from Atlanta to the outside of Savannah in a few hours was unknown, but Dave was smart. Well he was smart in his own unique way and he would find a way to save his friends.

Just as Mitch started to reload his pistol, another Charger charged right at him, just like before when Willow shot Dave. It slammed him into the ground after carrying him away just like before. It hurt like hell just like before and just like before he heard another bone crack.

"WHY THE HELL IS IT ALWAYS ME!?"

Eric ran up behind the zombie and swung his fire at he had found into the back of the Charger's head. Ending its tainted life.

"Man, I think it broke one of my ribs." Mitch said, lifting his shirt up enough to see one of his ribs jutting out of his side. From his angel he couldn't see it.

"How bad is it?" he asked Eric.

"Uhhh, just a bruise." Eric smiled with worry lines on his face.

Just like before a tongue wrapped around Eric, pulling him away from Mitch. Screaming for help, Eric tried to pull the tongue off of him, but the zombie's appendage was surprisingly strong. What was also a surprise was seeing Mitch shoot at the zombie's tongue.

"A life for a life. You save me I save you." Mitch said as he shrugged his shoulders.

Mark was trapped in a corner as a horde of common infected tore at his skin. He began to scream, but his cries were drowned out as the sound of a chainsaw roared over everything.

"DIE! DIE! DIE! AH SWEAR TA THE LORD IF YA'LL DON' LEAVE MY FRIENDS ALONE!" said a voice as the chainsaw roared over the rest of the threat.

As the number of zombies disappeared, the savior came into view. There in the center of it all was Dave. Cover in blood from head to toe as he tore zombies in half with his new toy. Blood spewed everywhere as bodies fell.

Slowly the few infected that remained were killed as well. Followed by everyone running up to Dave and hugging him or giving him a high-five. He smelled like puke and gasoline, but nobody said anything as two more people walked over.

"Guys Ah want ya'll ta meet Jason and Jackie." Dave said with excitement in his voice.

Mitch walked over to Jackie with a sly grin on his face.

"Well heeelloooo there."

"Burn in hell." Jackie said with a smile.

Mitch laughed and turned away, losing his smile and mumbling curse words. Dave laughed as Jason patted Mitch on the back.

"Well come on let's get you guys to Atlanta." Jason exclaimed.

No one could believe it. They were going to survive. Sure they had lost Zero and Bree but at least they didn't have to go through what everyone else who is alive did. They were the first ones to be fully safe.

Willow stayed noticeably close to Jason. The man didn't seem to mind. Once in the truck that Dave used to get to his friends, the journey to safety began. With only a few zombies here and there everything seemed perfect. A few hours had gone by and Jason was starting to get annoying, with all of his war stories. No one said anything but it wasn't hard to tell that they were annoyed.

After a few more hours, the truck drove by a sign that said 'Atlanta 20mi away.' Everyone let out a sigh of relief. Once they arrived to the camp everyone gasped at the sight. Everything was in flames. A man came running up to the truck screaming.

"A horde came and there was a Tank and like twenty Witches and Smokers and Jockeys….." Jason put his hand up to quiet the man.

"Okay, shit…. Esteban get in the truck."

Esteban hoped into the bed of the truck with Jackie and Mark. Mark raised a hand up at him as if that was a wave and Jackie smiled at him. He smiled back, ignoring Mark.

At the time Dave was in the back seat with Mitch and Eric. Willow sat up front with Jason who was driving. The now larger group of survivors began to go on another road trip. The mood in the air was a lot more somber as they moved farther away from Atlanta. Even Jason had stopped talking.

As everyone realized that their one chance of fully surviving the apocalypse was now burning behind them they all sighed and started to fall into a deep sleep, dreaming of their old life before everything went to hell.