"On your left!" Ammaar yelled over the chaos before driving a spear behind Noah to a freak that was trying to catch him by surprise. The spear went directly between the freak's collarbones, sending it to the ground from the long sharp point. Noah had managed to barely move to the side before shooting an arrow into a mother's eye, sending it to the ground. The fight was erratic, freaks were coming all out of the streets. Trying to circle the patrol of teenage boys. But what the freaks weren't expecting when they sprung their trap was that this group of boys were fierce fighters.

"Three on the right!" Dalton yelled using a sword he had borrowed from Isaac to point out the three charging freaks coming for the group. Isaac came to his side, tomahawk in hand, squaring himself to the freaks approaching. Dalton charged forward, sword lowered, impaling the first freak in the gut. Dalton used his strength and shove it into the other freak putting the wounded one on top of the second freak. Isaac moved forward bringing his tomahawk axe into the last freak's shoulder near the neck. The father freak howled in pain, grabbing at Isaac's jacket while the other hand held the wound. Isaac grabbed the freak's ruined, dirty, and stained shirt before pulling free the tomahawk and cutting into the freak's neck again. The grip on Isaac's jacket started to weaken, Isaac freed his tomahawk again and drove the axe's edge into the father's face. Isaac couldn't tell if he had managed to kill it. But to make sure he drove the tomahawk into the freak's head again to make sure.

Dalton wasn't wasting any time, he still had the wounded freak on top of his buddy. The wounded one wasn't moving, it clenched the open wound of its stomach. While the other freak underneath it tried to wiggle it's way free. Dalton used this as the perfect opportunity to dive his sword through the wounded freak into the freak underneath. The wounded freak was killed instantly as it went limp and arms dangled to the sides away from where it help on the wounds. The freak underneath growled with a mouthful of droll. But now it was too hurt and under the dead weight of its friend. Dalton pulled the sword out and pierced the remaining freak in the forward with the tip.

Evan used his machete and hacked away at a lone mother that tried to attack him. Her screams were loud, but with every slash of the machete, the screams got weaker, and weaker until suddenly she stopped. Kareem home run swung his club to an approaching father, the club collided with one of its arms before reaching its head. The arm broke right after the elbow and the blow to the head sent the father backwards almost to the ground. The father grabbed at its broken arm and knelt down with a raging headache. Pus filled blood rained down the side of its head, Kareem then rushed forward and smashed the defenseless freak's head again with another swing. It sent him to the ground, the central nervous system going crazy in its body trying to process what was happening. Arms and legs shaking in and out. Kareem then continued to smack the freak's skull to pieces until it stopped moving entirely and the head was completely dismembered.

Ammaar and Scott were then attacked by four freaks to the group's flank. Ammaar now had a freak all up in his face, clawing at his arms, leaning forward with a fowl breath trying to get a bite of his face. Scott also had a freak in his face, but it didn't managed to get enough hold of his one arm holding a small katana like sword. Scott stabbed the freak into the gut, again, and again, and again until it finally let him go. Scott didn't have a moment to take a breath before the third freak moved in to attack. But Scott's automatic mindset made him slash his short Japanese sword across the freak's throat. The freak's throat was covered with a series of big and small pus boils, so when Scott slit its throat, so did the boils. Pus and dark red blood rained down it's chest in such a fast rain the freak collapsed immediately. Ammaar still struggled with the first freak, he then grabbed it from the shirt and pulled it away from him just far enough so he could bring up his leg and kick it away. The freak fell back just far enough to for Ammaar to stab the freak with his spear. It was deep in its chest, probably in its lungs since when the freak tried to scream, it was raspy and gargled. Ammaar could see out the corner of his eye another freak rushing to attack his right. He let go of his spear and grappled with the freak's arms. This one was smaller, much easier to over power. Ammaar took his chance and pulled his arm over his shoulder with his back to the freak. Using his massive arms and shoulders, he pulled the freak over his buddy and flat against the ground. Ammaar twisted the freak's arm to trap it and proceed to stomp his boot into its face.

The freak's nose broke immediately, twisting to the left and upwards. From where Ammaar was, he could look right up it's nose. It was sort of a creepy sight. But that didn't stop him from kicking in its face with the heel of his boot. When Ammaar pulled up his foot he could see that he had squished its eye deep into the socket in half. The eye socket was filling with blood. Ammaar proceeded to drop his boot to the face. Now teeth were chipped and knocked down its throat. With another stomp, the face started to cave in. Another stomp made the nose disappear into the freak's face and the top jaw go inward. Ammaar then proceeded to drop more stomps to the face until the freak stopped moving. Blood and small pieces of brain littered the concrete road.

Noah let another arrow soar into the chest of a mother, sending her to her knees. She seemed to gasp for air, and then lean forward. Her body was locked up, and stayed in place, arrow sticking out of her heart. Keith had a small police pistol in hand. A Barrett M92F. He was careful with his shots. Technically he had the most dangerous weapon to a freak out of everyone. A bullet was still a bullet. Even if it was a 9mm. When a bullet pierces the body, the bullet will cause the victim to bleed out. Sometimes it would make the freak's give up trying to fight. For Keith, this was a target rich environment. Keith noticed a lot of the bigger, stronger, and least infected freaks were on the outside waiting for the weaker freaks to try to thin out the boys. But Keith noticed them and what they were trying to do. So Keith was in the center of the boys, aiming between their fights to take a pop shot at the spectating freaks.

To the side two big freaks stood behind a car, watching the fight. Keith rose his handgun and took aim at the freaks. He aimed at the one on the right and sighted in, trying to get the perfect sight alignment. Keith squeezed off the trigger and put a round right into the father freak's face. The bullet made the freak drop down like gravity had tripled for the father. Keith realized this wasn't video game where people make ridiculous body jerks when hit. Especially with the smaller round that he was using. Sometimes it was hard to notice if he actually hit the freaks or not. But for this one, it was obvious. The freak simply went dead in a moment. His friend next to him turned to see his comrade on the ground next to him. He turned to look at Keith aiming down the sight at him. The freak gave a roar before Keith sent a bullet through it's open mouth that blew out the back of its head.

Isaac noticed a freak trying to run past him towards Keith. Isaac swung his tomahawk to the frail mother freak's shin that sent her to the ground. It landed on it's chest and pushed itself to its back to get a glance at Isaac. It shrieked out at him with anger, with its chin twisted and bloody. Isaac leaped onto it, wracking it in the face with the hatchet axe. Dalton came charging in and swung his sword horizontally that severed a freak's head clean off. The head rolled on the curb and across Dalton's foot. Her long nasty and greasy hair covering her pale green face. But between the hair, Dalton could see her one eye looking blankly at the sky.

Brett noticed a freak charging for him with a shard of scrap metal as a knife for him. It was a mean, irritated, freak that looked like one of the homeless men he'd see on the side of the road from where he was from. Brett reacted to the freak by swinging his table leg into the freak's hand. It was perfect timing by pure luck. It sent the scrap of metal flying through the air. The freak seemed almost astonished. So Brett took the opportunity by smashing the back of her head in with his club.

Kareem battered away a freak to a car on the side of the road, a Nissan. The driver door was wide open and the freak slammed into the driver side's back door. It was dazed and confused from the blow to the head Kareem had given him a moment ago. Kareem grabbed it by the back of the collar and put it to the door way. He reached over and grabbed the open door, pulling it as hard as he could to the freak. The father's shoulder took the impact, it made a loud popping crack making it's arm dangle uncontrollably. Kareem now had the freak without anything to stop the door. So Kareem slammed the door into the freak's skull. It made the freak's leg do a weird jerking motion. Kareem barely noticed before slamming the door again into the freak's head, shattering the skull. Blood soaked the pavement in a nasty splat. Along with a chunk of gray soggy brain that landed with a flop in the puddle of blood. Kareem dropped his grip and left the body to collapse to the remaining pieces of its head.

Evan noticed William pinning down a freak but out of reach of his meat cleaver to finish off the mother. Evan rushed over to William's aid and brought him machete down on the freak's neck cutting it's throat open wide, leaving blood to squirt all over itself. But its hands still gripped hard on William's clothes. So with another slice, Evan practically severed the head to the spine of the freak. Leaving only a few bits of skin and flesh keeping the freak's head attached to the body.

Keith noticed a freak on top of a car, wailing out roars and pointing things out to the crowd of fighting. Keith looked to where he was pointing to see Scott and Dalton fighting off freaks, unable to notice a gap in their fighting. Two freaks moved in and tried to get the jump on Brett and Kareem. Keith now realized that this most of been its leader. He quickly raised his pistol, aimed in on the leader freak, and fired three rounds at him. Keith only saw the last bullet land in its chest. But Keith assumed he nailed the freak in the shoulder, lower left abdomen, and in the chest because he collapsed off the car with a crashing thud. At the moment, the freaks almost seemed to stop what they were doing. Like a mind control switch had been flipped. They turned to look over at where the leader was. Two big fathers raced over around the car and leaned over. Then emerged with the bloody father over the shoulders. The leader let loose some sort of groan and the freaks now had started to walk away from the boys.

The healthy ones seemed to walk slowly back, allowing the wounded to limp back to their pack. They growled, hissed, and groaned at the teenage boys. When Dalton leaped forward to scare them, three parents shook with fear, one even tripped over.

"Ha! They know they can't take us. Let's finish them!" Dalton said trying to move forward.

"No, don't bother. We're winded as is, they're going away," Ammaar said holding onto his spear while leaning back against the car.

"What! They're just going to have to be dealt with another day, let's kill 'em now." Dalton suggested.

"Ammaar is right. We took down well over half of them, they probably will never be able to take us on again." William said sitting on the group pulling out a bottle of water to drink from.

All the boys were exhausted, even if they were good fighters, they still would work themselves out killing freaks. Dalton huffed and puffed before walking over to Isaac to return his sword.

"Thanks." Dalton said.

"Still gotta clean and sharpen it, don't forget," Isaac explained.

"How many we just kill?" Noah said walking around trying to collect all his used arrows.

"I reckon two dozen." Brett said. A small tiny rock was thrown at Brett to get his attention towards Evan.

"Nah bro, at least thirty. That's three kills per every one of us." Scott explained cleaning off his sword.

"I killed more than three." Kareem nodded with his club, pointing at the pile of buddies lying all around them. "I killed that one! I killed that one! Oh, that one was a really nice, but yeah I killed him too!" Kareem explained with a smile.

"I'm thinking maybe forty." Isaac said pulling out a sharpening stone from his bag and rubbing it along the blade to keep the edge from getting dull.

"I dig that man, forty mo' effers. We some hard core mo'fo's man." Kareem said with a smile.

"We better get back to 'The Wall'," Ammaar explained picking up his spear and stabbing corpses around him to make sure all the freaks were actually dead.

Ammaar was a big guy, arms were huge. He was Islamic, his skin was a dark brown, short curly black hair that he kept trimmed down with a buzz clippers. He wore a black shirt and khaki shorts with regular sneakers. Ammaar was a big guy. Notorious in his school. When he came to America at a young age, he had it rough. Grew up in a bad part of the city. He'd get into fights more than he wanted. He liked fighting cause he started getting good at them. But Ammaar started to get bigger, and the boys around his neighborhood weren't winning too often anymore. Compared to the typical stereotype of Middle Easterners, Ammaar was the opposite. He played football, was a great linebacker. He was excelled more than just in athletics. He almost was the valedictorian of his grade. He was a good person, hard, tough. Real leadership material. It was impossible to hate him.

Kareem wore a red hoodie with black stripes along the sleeves, joggers, and expensive shoes with a gold chain around his neck. He had short black hair that made him look bald with a black dome. Kareem was a basketball player, not a fan of school. Didn't bother with actually trying in school. Evan, Scott, William, and Brett were all on the baseball team with Isaac. Brett was the third baseman, really bad party boy. He loved going out and partying with Evan. Brett wore his school's lettermen jacket of black and blue. Brett's hair was brown and wavy but wasn't long. He had started growing facial hair at a young age. With a chin strap going along the bottom of his chin. Brett wasn't going much of anywhere with his life. He already was fighting a Driving under the Influence charge pending with the court system when he crashed one of his Dad's trucks. Completely totaled it. Evan was his best friend. Short stop. Evan actually had places to go and become something.

Evan was rated once in the girl's bathroom as "Hottest Guy" on the bathroom stall. He was a charming looking guy. He had olive skin that could be described as sun kissed. He had soft blue eyes and was tall. He was already playing on the starting lineup for the Varsity Baseball team. Colleges nearby were taking an interest in him. Scott was the catcher, short muscular guy with long black hair that would occasionally get into his eyes with his mask on. But right now he wore his jeans, his school t-shirt, and running shoes. Also a party boy with Evan and Brett. Scott was a brawler though, liked getting into fights at parties. Lastly was William, a ginger haired outfielder with freckles across his nose. He was the odd one out majority of the time. Wasn't always eager to go out with his friends to parties and always acted as the designated driver. Isaac was on the team too as the first basemen, but spent the majority of his school career on the swim team with the physique of a swimmer. He had dirty blonde hair, with a brown jacket, black undershirt and jeans.

Keith was a vegan, long brown hair that was wrapped up in a bun that was behind a set of thin rimmed glasses. He wore an old parka green jacket with various patches on it from corporations and nations. Noah was just an average kid, didn't really go for sports or extra activities. Mostly kept to himself and never really went out much. But he was funny. His comebacks during roast sessions were to flawless. He did perfect impressions of everyone. Teachers, friends, celebrities, always spot on. He had brown maintained hair and hipster glasses that made him look smart. He wore a basic gray hoodie. Lastly was Dalton. The real outsider. He was the odd guy that nobody knew. Nobody ever talked to him before everything went upside down. He was a real weirdo in school. He wore a camo hoodie and dirty beat up jeans, with hunting boots. Nobody would ever see him after school though. A lot of his peers would see his mother come into the school to beg the staff and administration not to expel him even though Dalton wouldn't pay attention in school. Oddly enough, he was the most savage fighter against the freaks.

Now they were a group, patrolling the streets by themselves against the world.

"Yeah, wouldn't want to be stuck out here at night with goons." Brett said after putting a pinch of chewing tobacco into the gum of his lip.

"We not going to try to find any of the supplies we need?" William asked worriedly.

"I think we'll survive on what few we have left," Noah explained pulling an arrow slowly from a freak's eye.

"We really need get supplies though, we're stretched thin with barely two days' worth. What happens when we leave tomorrow and don't find any food?" Isaac said approaching a fatally wounded freak that was gasping for air still alive until he drove his sword through the back of its neck. Ammaar scratched his chin thinking.

"He's right," Ammaar admitted.

"Dude, no," stood Brett spitting out a mouthful of saliva mixed with dip. "It's already been five hours of searching. We already know this block of houses don't have shit. Let's head back for the night, re-cock, and redo this tomorrow morning and not stop at these empty houses."

Ammaar approached up to Brett. "That sounds all said and good Brett, but nobody asked for your goddamn opinion!" That was one thing about Ammaar he had a deep voice for a boy his age. An Iraqi boy that had resembled the growing features of a man at the age of 16 is pretty intimidating. Brett paused. Nobody liked being at the receiving end of Ammaar's shouting, but everyone else would harp on the guy with laughs.

"Hey Ammaar bro, chill." Scott said leaning against a wall.

"Chill! Mother fucker, two of our friends are sick and starving! We've already looted every house an hour away practically! Every time we come out here, there's more freaks trying to make nests out of houses we've already cleared!" Ammaar was now in Scott's face for some reason, his face boiling red with anger in his eyes like a wicked beast eying a dying prey. "Don't you ever try to tell me to chill?!"

Keith and William sat back speechless, they were sort of new to coming out on patrols with the guys. They'd seen Ammaar yell, but never this intense. Evan approached the two, Scott was now agitated himself. He liked fights, he knew that Ammaar was tough. But Scott liked those kinds of fights. Back in school he had a rule, he wouldn't fight anyone that weighed fifteen pounds less than him. Unless the guy really deserved. Anyone else though, was fair game for Scott. He wouldn't care.

He and Ammaar had gotten into it before. It happened a lot back in school, it happened a little less as often now.

Evan scooted in between the two. "Hey, come on. We should be happy we took out forty freaks and not a single person was hurt. But it's been a helluva day Ammaar, we should call it a night."

Ammaar kept his eyes hard and trained on Scott's eyes before snorting and walking away to his spear. Picking it up and grabbing his backpack that he staged on the ground before the fight.

"Fine, we're going home. But if we don't find food tomorrow. We're going- wait. Do you hear that?"

"Sounds like a siren." Isaac spoke out. The siren sounded as though it were moving a couple of blocks away, very quickly. It went from their west all the way to their east behind a large stack of homes. They were in a downtown suburbs looking home. Close to the ghetto, but a little higher class. The siren was moving, it sounded like a high power truck. Then suddenly, a loud crash rang out.

The boys didn't even say anything before they started moving down the road. At the front was William, Kareem, and Isaac moving their legs as fast as possible to see what was going on down inside the town. Those three was the fastest, Kareem being the first.

Ammaar was close behind with Brett, Scott, and Evan. In the rear was all the slowpokes which was Noah, Dalton, and lastly Keith. The guys were moving, weapons at the ready. They came around a corner to find themselves on a slight curving hill. The boys rushed down the road around a series of buildings to see some cars they had passed this morning. The boys continued running around the corner to see the town playground court.

The playground court was for all ages, it was a park. Two basketball courts, a children's playground set up with swings, a fountain, food shacks on the side. But unfortunately in the middle next to the water fountain was a flipped over ambulance, red and white lights flashing, siren blaring. For a moment the guys watched with surprise. Shocked.

"Do you think anybody is alive in that thing-" Dalton said gasping for breath, running wasn't his best thing. But almost on cue before he could finish his sentence, a side door of the ambulance flew open. A skinny boy with a like maroon jacket with long brown hair came crawling out the passenger side door that was upward. The boy had a cut across his forehead. Blood was dripping down the side of his face. The boys watched him from a distance look in multiple directions. It was then they noticed that freaks started pouring into the town circle. Freaks. A lot of them. Many came from the road that the ambulance seemed to come from. Two dozen from that road, it seemed as if they were chasing the ambulance. To the far right of the road next to the sewer grate, freaks started to crawl out from the gutter like the clown from "IT" by Stephen King. A four story condo appartment's front door swung open with three very skinny freaks bursting out, first blinded by the sun. Then hissing and pointing at the ambulance in the middle. Another pile of freaks came around another street corner curious as to what the sounds were about. Those ones were big. Only about a dozen of them, the big ones from the BurgerTown up the road. The Sewer Rats had about twenty. Those ones were looking wide awake, full of energy, slimy. Their skin a pale green from the murky sewer waters.

The freaks from the apartment were all practically Skeletons they had so many, they looked like a pile of twigs from a block away. With Noah's good eyes, he counted around forty of them.

The Pursuers were moderate size, almost thirty of them. Chasing the ambulance. The crash survivor boy looked around, assessing what was happening. The largest groups of freaks he seemed to ever see, he looked down into the ambulance but then took some sort of club and jumped off the side of the ambulance.

"That guy is freaking crazy!" Keith yelled out in shock.

"I've never seen so many freaks!" William replied.

The boys watched, expecting to see the survivor run towards them, since he obviously saw them. But the survivor seemed to rush away. The boy ran full speed for his life with only a club between the Sewer Rats and the Burgers down the road. The boy's hair flew behind him a few inches as he sped away before any of the freaks could get close. The freaks didn't care about one lone kid. They all seemed to wanna take their chances at the ambulance. The Skeletons rushed out first, trying to rush ahead. They however noticed the Burgers approaching their flank, also going for their potential meal. The Skeletons hissed and screeched at the Burgers, who replied with deep loud fat groans.

The ambulance once again now had a kid emerge, he had short luxurious blonde hair, he climbed free with a weapon in his hands. A shotgun. He seemed in pain. Holding his side, groaning. Once he climbed onto the topside of the ambulance he rested on his side that wasn't injured. Another boy emerged with a long katana like sword in hand. Both were panicking. Yelling at one another, pointing out all the sudden freaks emerging. The freaks were closing in. Hungry.

"Oh no…"