"Damn it!" Coach pushed a wooden beam off of our jumbled pile of people and debris. Nick lifted Rochelle as the Jet's deep sound waves became more distant.

"Okay, so before we continue our little trek here, towards the people who bombed an entire city, does anyone have a plan B?" He managed to make it sound like a legitimate question, which was part of his "Smart-assness" as Ellis had once said.

"No." At least three people answered, but I was too occupied trying to dig Bill out to distinguish the voices.

"All right, then we better get going."

I grasped Bill wrist and yanked him out of the rubble, the Old Man coughed but gave me a pat on the back as he stood. "I'm getting two old for this horse-shit!"

"I can second that." Coach chuckled, almost serious. Francis and Louis both stood at the edge of the new crater, a blackened body had been easily tossed tossed into the tangled fence, arms outstretched in a silent cry.

Thunder rumbled above me, and I felt panic rise until I realised that the Jet really had left.

"Actually Bill, this was Horse-shit to me when I had to cross Savannah with these three. This," Nick opened his arms toward the smoking hole. "Is Bull-shit."

Rochelle smacked his arm and waited for Coach to hold him off from offending anyone else. But the man just stood and stared at the horizon, at the bridge. I pulled the map from Zoey's back, having dropped it before we ducked under the porch. Unfolding it, I could see that red circles had been made over several states. Yellow circles most likely indicated the Rescue Centers, where people were taken to be evacuated towards the Safe Zones, marked in green.

The locations were scribbled in marker, some crossed out. The whole went side of the States was red, following up North and South Dakota, Michigan, and covering Maine and New York. Many of the Southern States were clear. Tennessee, South and North Carolina, and Kentucky were an exception. I could tell by looking at what surrounded the open States that this map hasn't been written on in awhile. Ohio wasn't crossed out, but everything around it was, so it was likely they were gone too. I could see several others that might have shared Ohio's possible fate.

Texas, Louisiana, Georgia, Mississippi, and Florida had not been marked, but a few Rescue Centers had been. I had no idea where we were despite being in New Orleans. I new what street we had been on, but not the city. Zoey hadn't shared that, either because it wasn't important or it wasn't shown.

I followed the Bay marker until I found the symbol for "bridge", and assumed we were around here somewhere. And we didn't look entirely close.

Louis had knelt down beside me, pointing his finger on Philadelphia. "We met here. We were originally going to Florida, but when we found out that the Echo Safe Haven had been over-run, we opted for Louisiana. Helluva road-trip...I'll tell you that."

I looked at the distance between Philadelphia and Florida. He was right, it was a very long distance. I had been in Atlanta Georgia at the time the Infection first started. I had been born in Texas, but when my parents got divorced my mother took us to Atlanta. She had never liked the city, so we lived on the outskirts of the large city, where there was more open space. When Mitch had bitten me, I followed them to Savannah. I wasn't sure of their motives to go there, but I never asked, but I was glad now that they had.

We had all gone a long way. Philadelphia, Savannah, Atlanta, to New Orleans Louisiana.

Realising that everyone was ready to move on, I stuffed the map back and pulled the bag to Zoey. She seemed to have forgotten about it, she looked rather surprised to see it. Ellis had slung his rifle over his shoulder and watched the distant water line. Following his eyes I could see that more Jets were in the air. They were nothing more then spots, but their rumbling could still be heard.

"I guess they're not done with "Phase 1" Ellis chuckled half-heartedly. "Either that or they're going to Phase 2. Which is no different. Damn military..."

We walked down the cracked street, seeing a few cars that had crashed that had crashed together, and Francis didn't hesitate to look in closer. We had almost no food and it was a wonder we still had ammo. He came back with a small magnum pistol, one round of bullets.

My back was beginning to ache with a dull throb that was starting at my shoulders. I took to the building again, feeling I could see danger quicker. Not that the leaping dulled the pain in my back...

It felt good to jump, to leap. I attempted to flip myself over the side of a roof, holding onto its gutters. Aside from nearly slipping I held on. I looked around and growled, seeing that the Jets were getting closer. They had now formed a uniform line across the distant sky, spreading out as they got closer to the mainland.

The wall began to crumble under my weight, and the gutter began o bend. I leapt to the next house, seemingly more put together then back at the crater. "Spitter!" Rochelle yelled, firing her gun at the ugly women that stumbled out of an upturned minivan. She shrieked and squealed, running behind the nearest wall, which I happened to be balancing on top of. She paid little attention of me, and even waited as if wanting me to attack first, ready to spit her acid on the Survivor I pinned.

Ha.

Seeing I was making no move, she leaned her long neck back and made a sickening hack, her jaw dripping the bright green acid. Just as the acid left her mouth I leapt at her, landing on her shoulders and shoving her down. The acid that had dripped from her mouth stung a bit on my hands, but not as badly as the others who had divided into two groups on either side of the hissing puddle. She shrieked loudly as she kicked her arms and legs, but she was belly down, unable to spit at me. Coach shot her once in the head with his M16, using only one bullet to finish her.

"Jesus I hope there isn't another hole full of dead people." Nick scoffed, looking at the small hole the spit had burned into the concrete. "Hey Ellis," He called the younger man who had turned away. "Don' ya wanna say goodbye to yer sister?" The man mocked Ellis' drawl.

"I didn't know yer ex-wife was my sister..." The man chided back.

Louis pulled me closer to his shoulders as we waited for the Jets to pass. The deep rumbling began to make the ground vibrate, the twisted mail-box at the end of the road shook slightly, dust and ash drifted off it.

The rumbling grew like thunder, coming slowly but passing right over us in less then a second. We waited for the noise to subside, but only heard a distant explosion. The house still had parts of its roof, so by scaling the wall and looking through the holes was safer then standing in the open to see where the Jets had gone.

Once the Jets had become distant again we continued on, seeing more and more infected the closer we got to the Evac' sight. We had to stay off the roads. The Jets were distant once more, but we couldn't take the chance of being seen, not until we knew what we were dealing with when it came to CEDA.

No one talked once the Jets had come close, as if they could hear us. I began to wonder whether we really should go towards these people, the people that were bombing an entire city, when people had clearly been alive and uninfected when the first bomb dropped.

And, as I had started to fear, the closer we got to the bridge, the more Zombies we saw. Some even rushed at us in small hordes. They were literally falling apart as they slowly decomposed, burned, or were torn apart by one another as they tended to fight. They were still aggressive as hell, but seemingly were less dangerous when they came running.

As the houses became less and less damaged, I realised we had been moving pretty quickly. It had only taken us nearly two days to get this close to the Bridge. It now was nearly looming over us, I could already see the blood that spattered across the tall barricades. An impound lot separated us all from it, cars nearly stacked on top of one another. Probably to clear the roads and make sure that no one could get out easy.

As two more Jets came overhead in unison, we ducked inside an alley, fences on either side. The quiet neighbourhood was nearly untouched by the bombing, but was in shambles from panic. As the jets passed over, everything soon became quiet, we had all lined up against the stone wall, in the same kneeling position. Coach and Bill seemed in charge, and both men waited before moving forward. We all moved in unison, as a group, a team. No one had to talk, we knew what to do. It was just something we learned.

I was feeling exhausted from the long day, and even longer walking. My back was throbbing and my arms hurt from jumping from house to house. But I still went ahead of my friends to scout the area, and what I saw passed the highest walls of cars alarmed me.

Scores of Zombies limped between cars that would beep in warning here and there. They seemed attracted to it, and were focused on a car who's alarm had recently gone off, I had heard it earlier in the day. The sun was beginning to set, so shadows made them look multiplied before I could realise it was just the lighting.

So many cars had alarms. Many flashed a bright red light, signalling they had been bumped before. I had let off alarms before when I had been with Mitch. They flashed red the first bump or two, then when a locked door handle was pulled, or-in this case-shot at, their alarms sounded.

Zombies love sound.

Coach and Ellis stood underneath me, unable to see over the stacked cars, but I had climbed a support pillar on an overhanging road that acted as a bridge to pass over the impound lot. A good portion of it had been blown away, leaving a mound of concrete underneath it. But an entire lot of tricked cars and a large horde stood in our way.

Louis called my name, and I looked at him, shaking my head. Rochelle, being the smallest of us, quietly climbed a tangled fence, just barely sticking her head over the cars. Since I couldn't tell them why we had to go around, they had to look for themselves. "We can't get by there. There's to many Infected and we don't have enough bullets. Lots of cars have alarms."

Ellis helped her down as she whispered, Francis watched me below, since I had yet to climb down. I continued to look through the stumbling Infected, finally resting on one thing that may work, and Nick wasn't going to like it, Francis was liable not to also. Ellis followed my eyes and couldn't help but smirk at the man's white suit.

"Nope. Nu-uh." Nick crossed his arms and turned, looking for something else. "How the hell are we going to get to that sewer at all? Not that I'm going anyway..."

"Well, as long as we're quiet I don't think they'll see us." Zoey looked at Bill for further reasons, because Nick held firm. Zombies-clearly-were not real aware.

A bomb could go off three feet away from their face and they wouldn't move.

But if they saw you, or you shot them, they were all over you. If we waited till dark we had a chance of sneaking around them. But with a group this large, and...and Francis, I didn't think we could accomplish it.

"What's wrong Fancy Man, don't like a little water?" Francis chided Nick.

"Figures your greasy ass wouldn't mind it..."

I had seen other Hunters tease Infected, since there was nothing they could do to attack a Special Infected, and most the time they paid no attention anyway, so I didn't think I could direct their attention away from the man hole. I climbed down from the support beam, meeting Coach's questionable stare.

No one knew what to do.

Has anyone else noticed that "Oh you threw a pipe-bomb next to my face? I didn't see" -_-

I kinda changed the route they travelled. You normally go through the impound-lot and then get to that room...holder thing and have to let off the alarm. The collapsed bridge is from the Cemetary level in the Parish. And they are looking at the sewer you usually exit out of to get into the impound-lot.

I'm kinda screwing with the game routes here...