Present, Day 5, August, 21, 7:30 pm, outside of town

"Ey captain, you want to check out this town? Looks small, highly likely to be abandoned." A young

Lt yelled over the engines of the convoy.

"How far are we?" The captain asked.

"A few kilometers out."

"Alright, divert course."

The convoy of 4 military utility trucks with 20 passengers changed direction and headed toward the small town of Whittlesey...

Warehouse B, same time...

The men approached Eric and John with malicious intentions.

"John I said get out of here!" Eric yelled.

"Not a chance mate." John replied.

"Anything you want to say mate?" Jed asked.

"Yeah... "

As soon as Jed raised his gun Eric lunged for it, spun him around and had him in a headlock, gun pointed to his head.

"Get back! I'll blow his head off, get the fuck back!!! John get the door in the back go now!" Eric yelled.

"You.. .stupid--"

"Shut the fuck up." Eric tightened his grip on the man's neck

Eric and John slipped out the back door with their hostage.

BANG! BANG!

"What the hell was that?" Eric yelled.

"Came from the other warehouse, shit."

"Zombie fuckers?" Jed asked.

"Didn't I tell you to shut up." Eric whacked him on the back of the head with the gun and knocked him out. Then put the gun through the handle of the door to hold it shut.

"Let's move." And with that they both ran off.

Outside warehouse A...

The guards were fighting with the civilian populace now, the guards were better armed, but heavily outnumbered.

"Run!" Joe yelled. BANG! Joe was shot in the back.

"Leave him, we have to get to the station!" Olivia yelled.

Olivia, Jane, Jimy, Tom, Jon and his girlfriend Jenny started running away from the battle and to the station.

"Only thing that'll make this worse is some of those zombie things comin on down ya think?" John said.

"Rooarrghh." He spoke too soon...

Alex, Jail cell area, same time...

I was pretty banged up, but managed to escape with Ally and acquire a squad car.

"We have to get out of here!" Ally yelled.

"We need to get Eric is what we need to do." I replied.

I sped down towards the warehouses and noticed some of the dead scattered about. When we got to the warehouses it was crazy, like the first day of all this. People were running around shooting at eachother, other people chasing and jumping on eachother, teeth chomping. Pure hell.

"Right there!" Ally pointed to Eric and John running across the courtyard, dodging bullets.

"Eric!" I yelled with the window rolled down.

They came running and hopped in.

"You know where the others are?" I asked.

"No. Get us the hell out of here!" Eric yelled.

Bullets were being fired at us now as well as some of the dead trying to break into the car. It was a lost cause, we couldn't help any of these people, not now. All of the people who were still living were trying to get in now, some were fending off the swarm of dead trying to kill them. The guards and civilians rejoined forces once more, but it was too little too late.

In the woods somewhere, near the railroad tracks...

"We need to get to the station, there's gas and guns. I have a car we can use to get outa here." Tom said.

"Agreed." Olivia said, and they all set off towards the station.

Gunshots could still be heard in the distance as well as screams. They all knew that their temporary home and friends were most likely dead.

Outside the station, same time...

"We need to send people over there!" Ross yelled at Ed.

"Piss off, we're safe here, enough food and water, we don't need those people!" Eddy yelled.

"You bloody fool." Ross said and walked off.

"Where the hell are you going?" Ed yelled.

"To help!"

Ross got his equipment and went to the cars, then drove in the direction to the warehouses...

On the railroad tracks, approaching the warehouses...

All Harry had was one glock, and a knife. But that was all he needed, he didn't expect to come out of this alive. His only thoughts were of protecting his family, he felt he had another chance to do that.

"ARRGGH!!" Three dead came running towards him. He took them down with 3 well placed head shots.

He came to the gates of the warehouse courtyard and there was so much chaos he couldn't tell who was who, but he spotted Ross in the center, fighting off the dead and defending some children. He realized how proud he was of his son just then, he had raised a good man, or rather his wife had.

Seeing one of the last things of his wife in trouble, he jumped into action. Running passed the dead, through gunfire, and fighting off more dead, he made it to the corner where his son was. When he got there he saw he had been bit on the arm and the shoulder.

"Dad I was..." Ross started.

"No, don't. I'm not leaving you, we're in this together." Harry gave his son a nod.

They fought off the hordes of dead, but their ranks swelled with the new arrivals from the warehouses. It was more than they could handle and they were surrounded.

"Ross, over there!" Harry yelled. His son caught his glance and looked over to the side door where a propane container was located.

"Let's go!" Ross said.

Both Harry and Ross had been wounded and infected, but they continued to fight on. Men, women, and even children had turned against them.

Then they ran out of ammo.

"This is my last mag." Harry said.

"I'm out." Ross stated sadly.

Harry gave his son a look, then looked at the propane they had run to. He knew what he needed to do and both father and son exchanged glances which said more words than they had ever said during this entire ordeal.

BANG! The explosion engulfed half the courtyard, killing a majority of dead as well as the living waiting to die...

Just outside of town, military convoy...

"Whoa, what the hell was that!?" Lieutenant Taylor said to Captain Garrott.

"I don't know, just keep heading for the station.

"Yessir." She replied.

Lt. Abbey Taylor was 20, fairly new, and had been thrust to second in command following all of the senior officers dying except for the captain. Aiden Garrott was 29, and an officer with a lot of experience. He was leading the convoy which had survived so far thanks to his skillfull leadership.

There were 13 soldiers and 5 civilians besides the two in command. They were right out of Norwich and had been on the run the 5 days since the outbreak occurred.

"Get on the comms and tell everyone to get their weapons ready, I have a bad feeling." Aiden told Abbey.

"Yessir. Attention convoy, attention convoy, stand to attention, possible hostile territory ahead." She said over the radios.