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Savannah, Georgia

October 21st, 1047 Local Time, 2003

The streets of Savannah were just as the group had expected them to be: trashed and deserted. Overgrown vegetation covered portions of the sidewalk with some even reaching the road. Crashed cars had become quite the norm for anyone who had traveled through towns or cities akin to Savannah.

Gravel and pieces of cracked asphalt crunched under the survivors' feet as they scanned the surrounding buildings for any signs of life. The once beautiful atmosphere that engulfed the city had been replaced with a depressive, spine-chilling feeling that embraced the group from all sides.

There was nothing beautiful about this place, at least not anymore.

The eerie atmosphere was suffocating to say the least, and Zoey despised, no, hated it. At first she couldn't wait to get to Savannah, but now that she was amidst the decaying structures she couldn't help but want to leave. When she glanced back at her comrades, she could see they were thinking the same thing based off the looks they too were giving this place.

The roads seemed to stretch on for eternity, an endless path leading to brick structure after brick structure. Many of the buildings had blood splashed against them, with some even having the words 'DO NOT OPEN' or 'INFECTED INSIDE' written on the doors and windows. Omid even had the great idea to stop for a moment to peer inside one of the buildings, but was pulled along by Christa.

"Hey c'mon! I was just curious!" He exclaimed in a louder tone than Zoey would have liked.

Christa rolled her eyes. "Sure you were, and what if there was a walker, hm? What then?"

Deciding to interfere before it was too late, Zoey stopped and turned towards them. "...I don't mean to interrupt y'all, but you might want to keep it down. We're not exactly in the best of situations here and I don't want to take any chances." She lightly scolded the couple. That got them to stop almost immediately, with Christa giving Omid a short glare before helping him follow the group once more.

With that settled, Zoey rejoined Kenny at the front of the group making sure to keep a tight grip on her rifle. If Macon was a nightmare, then who knows how much infected a city like this is hiding. Zoey thought.

Litter and small bits of debris blew in the street as the wind continued to blow its cool air upon the city's dwellers, both living and dead. Trees, untrimmed and overflowing, hung over the road casting great shadows to all that passed beneath them.

To her right, Clementine clung to her radio with both of her hands, ready to answer in case the voice they heard back on the train came through again. When they first heard the voice back on the train, Zoey considered it a miracle that someone was not only alive, but had a working radio on them as well. Whilst it wasn't uncommon for survivors to have such devices, picking someone up on one certainly was.

The voice they heard was distinctly male with a monotone voice speaking to someone else, although who it was they weren't able to find out. When they tried to regain contact with the individuals in question, they either weren't able to get through, or they refused to pick up. Katjaa believed it to be interference from the train, but Zoey thought otherwise. Regardless of the reason, they still had an objective to complete.

So far, Zoey considered them lucky to not have met whoever was on the other side of the radio, her past experiences with meeting other survivors not having gone too fondly, save for Christa and Omid. At this point, she was just about ready to just get on a boat with her friends and hightail it out of the States, but she had a promise to fulfill first, and she knew Kenny wouldn't just leave her and Clementine behind.

Halting the group at an intersection, Zoey slung her rifle over her shoulder before taking out a tourist map they found at one of Savannah's welcome centers. Using her finger to trace a line from a train to their current location, she then followed the closest path that would lead them to the waterfront.

"Waterfront isn't too far now y'all, just a few more blocks down and the next right. After that, it's a straight shot to the ocean." Zoey informed as she stowed the map back into her backpack.

"Good, I'm not exactly keen on staying here any longer than we have to." Christa stated.

Zoey let out a short chuckle as she glanced back at the african-american woman. "You and me both." She commented.

The sudden sound of the once silent nearby church bell going off caught everyone off guard, its fierce, deep tone echoing throughout the urban landscape. Without hesitation, Zoey turned to Kenny and nodded before turning to the rest of the group.

"We need to go! That bell's gonna bring who knows how many walkers to us!" Zoey shouted as she brought her rifle back out and clutched it with both hands.

Almost as if on cue, a lone walker rounded the corner from one of the fenced off buildings, its sickening groan soon followed by more. Within seconds, the group found themselves facing down dozens of walkers, with countless more beginning to pour out into the street.

"HOLY SHIT, RUN!" Zoey yelled at the top of her lungs. Nobody had to be told twice, as Kenny led the charge further down the street they had been occupying, Christa was doing her best to help Omid keep up while Katjaa did the same with Mark.

The weight of her backpack stuffed with supplies as well as the guitar bore down on her, but she kept on moving as fast as she could. Good thing I don't skip leg day. Zoey thought as the group ran past yet another set of walkers.

Unbeknownst to the rest of the group, Mark and Katjaa had somehow fallen behind and were quickly surrounded by the mass of undead. Hearing Katjaa's terrified screams, the rest of the group stopped for a moment and turned back to see what had happened. Seeing his wife and friend trapped, Kenny snarled at the walkers as he aimed his pistol and began shooting into the crowd, Zoey followed suit with her rifle. Sadly however, it was in vain as the amount of walkers was simply too much for both sharpshooters to keep up with, and Katjaa and Mark eventually found themselves helpless as the undead began to feast upon them.

"KAT! NOOOOOO!" Kenny shouted in agony as he rushed for his wife. Zoey managed to grab hold of Kenny's arm just as he was about to pass her, making sure to keep a tight enough grip to stop him from moving any further.

"Kenny, we have to go! I'm sorry man but we can't stay here!" Zoey shouted as she pulled him along with all her strength. Kenny eventually gave up on the struggle and, after taking one last look at where his wife once stood, followed Zoey around another corner with the rest of the group with tears in his eyes.

The survivors made sure to use their ammo sparingly, only shooting walkers that got too close for comfort. After a few minutes of running and gunning their way through the streets of the Savannah suburbs, they found a secluded alleyway with a heavy metal gate. Christa let Omid go and used her shoulder to push the gate open.

Zoey was the last person to enter but not before shooting another walker. Running around the side of the house, the seven survivors found themselves trapped, with a brick wall separating them from another backyard. Hearing the infected begin to pour through the gate leading into the alley, Zoey slung her rifle over her shoulder and positioned herself at the wall ready to help everyone else over.

"OVER THE WALL, HURRY!" She shouted, panic beginning to set in. Carley was the first to be boosted over the wall, with Omid close behind. Christa was up next, who then helped Clementine and Duck over before dropping into the other yard herself.

Grief stricken, Kenny stood still for a moment as he stared at the oncoming horde. "Kenny, come on! Think about Duck! You wouldn't want to lose him too right?!" Zoey shouted at him.

Shaking himself out of his stupor, if only temporarily, he placed a foot in Zoey's palms and was boosted up. Turning over, Kenny extended a helping hand to his friend allowing her to jump and grab his arm, reminiscent of the semi-truck they had used to get into the pharmacy a few days prior.

The other side of the bricked wall was much safer than the yard they had just occupied. Lining three sides of the yard was the same brick wall, with the side facing the street being a metal fence. From what She could see, the infected out on the street hadn't noticed them and had nearly passed by, following the sound of their fellow undead around the corner. They had managed to climb over into the backyard of a large three story building that seemed well barricaded, at least if the boarded up windows were any testament.

"Holy crap that was a lot of them. You ever see that many in one place before?" Omid asked the other survivors through heavy breaths.

Zoey shook her head. "No, not even Macon had that many." She answered as Kenny sat down against the wall.

The moans of the infected grew more intense as more walkers built up on the other side of the wall, their never ending hunger eager to obtain more flesh from the living. Once everyone caught their breath and their senses returned to them, they recognized that they were short two very distinct people.

"Wait, where's Mark and Katjaa?" Carley asked in a worried and confused voice. The look Zoey and Kenny shared sent shockwaves through the group, giving them the horrific confirmation they feared.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry…" Christa said sympathetically. She felt herself go cold at the thought of losing someone so important to her, her eyes unconsciously floating towards Omid as she stared at him with a great deal of sadness. If she ever lost him, she had no idea what she would do.

Kenny failed to respond, only allowing his emotions to collapse in on themselves. Duck approached his dad and sat down next to him, making sure to give him a large hug. He may not have been the best at understanding things, but the realization that his mom was now dead affected him too.

Omid grunting brought everyone's attention back to the situation at hand. Christa crouched down to inspect the clear issue he was having. The makeshift splint they had constructed for his ankle had broken and the ankle itself was bent at an awkward angle, no doubt from climbing over the fence. The continuous moaning from the undead also pushed the survivors to move on from the events that had just transpired, at least for the time being.

"Shit, the splint broke! Don't worry honey, you'll be ok." Christa comforted over the injured groan of her husband before turning over her shoulder to the rest of the group, save for Kenny and Duck. "With all those walkers on the other side of the wall, I'd much rather get somewhere safe. He needs to rest, there's no way he'll be able to move like this."

"Good thing we're safe back here then. I'll see if I can find a way inside, the rest of y'all go ahead and catch your breath." Zoey instructed the rest of the group before turning to Clementine. "You too Clem."

Clementine gave her a quizzical look. "But what if there's walkers inside? You always said we're a team, and a team works together, remember?" Clementine questioned, referring to one of the numerous lessons Zoey had taught her over the last few months.

Zoey smiled, glad that Clementine had kept such important information in mind. "I did teach you that, didn't I? Well in that case, let's take a look around." Zoey replied.

Clementine beamed with pride and was glad that she was allowed to help in such a desperate time. She had mostly sat on the sidelines when it came to these types of things, leaving most of the work to fall onto the adults, but from what she could see the adults weren't in the best position to work anymore, meaning she would have to step up.

Checking around the area, there wasn't much Zoey and Clementine could use that could help them in their current predicament besides a broken ladder and some empty bottles. Even then, Zoey doubted she could make something of it.

All that was left was the shed, but that had a thick amount of vegetation grown over the doors, making it incredibly difficult for anyone to try and get inside. All of this left Zoey with one option: breaking in.

Banging on the door, Zoey and Clementine waited for any response in the form of a voice or muffled groans. When they got nothing, Zoey tried to open the door but found it locked. "Dammit, of course it would be." She muttered, a quiet growl escaping her throat. "Looks like we're gonna have to find another way in."

Taking a few steps back, she observed the windows carefully. Most of them were completely boarded up with plywood, some she knew meant they weren't getting in through those any time soon. Thankfully she wasn't alone in her venture.

Whilst she was inspecting her side of the house, Clementine's voice rang out over the infected moans. "There!" She called out.

She was pointing at a second story window that lacked plywood like the rest and instead only had a few boards nailed against it on the inside. The find was a miracle really, because it meant that they wouldn't have to risk their lives trying to cross to another building, something none of them were fond of at the moment.

She's one helluva kid, I'll give her that. Zoey thought. "Good job Clem." She praised.

"Hey, that's great and all, but how exactly are we going to get up there?" Christa asked.

"I think I've got that figured out." Zoey replied as she went around the side of the building. Christa was confused for a moment, until Zoey returned with a wooden ladder that had a few broken steps.

Leaning the ladder against the brick wall of the building, Zoey climbed up one step at a time, careful not to damage the ladder any further than it already had been. Once she got as close to the top as she could, she pulled out her bat and smashed a small part of the window, turning away to make sure she didn't get hit with any excess glass.

Climbing her way through the hole, she was met with a complete change in scenery. The dull brown color of the walls and furniture were a strong contrast to the multitude of colors that made up the outside world.

From what she could see, the second floor consisted of multiple smaller rooms that convened at the staircase. A few of the doors leading to some of the rooms were still closed, and Zoey preferred to keep it that way until everyone was inside.

At least it's empty so far. Still kind of creepy though. Zoey thought as she held her bat in one hand, the other helping to keep her steady as she hastily made her way down the stairs.

The first floor was slightly more colorful than the second, with white tiles making up the kitchen floor. In the living room, there was a large painting that depicted four figures hung over the fireplace, a clear indication of who the house's previous occupants were.

With nothing else out of the ordinary to see, Zoey went over to the door leading to the backyard and locked it. Opening it, she was brought face to face with Carley who had her fist raised behind her head.

"Oh uh, I was just about to see if you were ok in here. Did you find anything?" She asked.

Zoey shook her head. "Unless you count the large painting in the living room, then no. Come on, let's get everyone inside."

Carley and Clementine were the first inside, with Christa helping Omid before finally being followed by Kenny and his son. As the door closed and locked behind them, the group let out a collective sigh of relief at the chance of getting a proper break after escaping the horde. Everyone took a few minutes to drop their gear, with Zoey helping Christa get Omid to the couch.

"Thanks honey." Omid said, grateful to rest his heavily sprained foot on something comfortable for once.

Christa smiled at him. "Don't mention it." She replied as she handed him a painkiller.

"So what now? Sit here and wait for the walkers to leave?" Carley asked after everyone had gathered in the living room.

"What else can we do? You saw how it is out there. Boat or not, I'm not ready to go back outside." Christa assertively replied.

"Christa's right." Zoey agreed. "That bell dragged hundreds of walkers our way, and if this is anything like Macon, then we have no choice but to wait until the roads clear up."

"But what about my parents? They could still be out there looking for me." Clementine spoke up.

Zoey crouched to reach eye level with Clementine. "We'll find them Clem, don't worry. If we don't, then we'll just have to hope they made it out with the military, alright?"

Clementine gave a slightly depressed nod in response before going over and sitting in one of the chairs. With a sigh, Zoey pulled out the map and placed it on the coffee table. Seeing this, Carley and Christa gathered around the table, leaving Duck and Kenny to mourn, Omid to rest, and Clementine to worry.

Everything's falling apart, I just hope to whatever god is listening that there is a boat waiting for us. Zoey thought as she let out a sigh, looking over the map to see where the waterfront was from their new location.

Savannah, Georgia

October 21st, 1216 Local Time, 2003

By the time the horde of walkers had finally left, a thin grey fog had rolled in from the ocean, blanketing the city with a gentle mist. It was quite refreshing, if not a welcome change of pace from Atlanta outskirts. The bad part about it however was the further drop in temperature it brought, forcing Zoey to zip up her brown bomber jacket when she stepped outside the house.

Zoey and Carley steadily made their way to the waterfront, the former taking the lead after having gone over the map a few too many times. The streets leading down to the docks were desolate as always, with broken and looted cars strewn about in greater numbers than before. Although light, the fog managed to make the already dull buildings seem more dreary, their monotonous colors further shifting the two women's bleak view of the city into that of despair.

The group had eventually agreed that they were the best choice to go search the docks for boats, since Kenny was emotionally out of action and Christa was adamant about staying with Omid. Clementine wanted to come as well so as to search for her parents, but Zoey had her stay behind and wait until they got back, after which they could try to find them. Clementine pouted but agreed, leaving the decision to be said and done.

The walk to the docks wouldn't take long, approximately ten to fifteen minutes there and back if Zoey's guess was correct. They had yet to hear from or see the stranger on the radio, most of whom- Zoey, Clementine, Carley, Kenny, and Christa- saw it as a blessing, with Omid instead being rather optimistic about it.

Those who elected to avoid him had their fair share of reasons. For one, they had never heard from him prior to their arrival in Savannah, and even then he wouldn't respond to anything Zoey had to say. Otherwise, most of the people everyone had dealt with either had some ulterior motive or were nothing more than bandits, a dangerous lesson the original group learned from the St. John's.

"So, what are we gonna do if there's no boats?" Carley asked. "Are we just gonna skip over to the next town and look again, or?"

Zoey gave her an unknowing shrug. "For all our sakes, let's hope there's one left. If not, we get the hell out of this godforsaken place and follow the rails. We still have our train, so we at least have something." She replied.

"But what about when it runs out of fuel? Do we continue walking the tracks? What then?" Carley prodded, concerned about the future.

"...I don't know." Zoey worryingly conceded. She was resting a lot of faith on the idea of a boat, with the alternative being that they escape into the countryside to look for an outpost set up by the military or other survivors, but even now she was doubting the idea.

The distinct sound of another bell chimed in the air, its deep toll echoing from a good distance away. Once was a coincidence, but twice within two hours at random times was highly suspicious. "Someone's ringing those bells, there's no way that's timed." Zoey stated as she listened for where the noise was coming from.

Carley looked at her quizzically. "How can you be sure?"

Zoey simply held her watch up. "It rang at ten forty or so last time, now it's twelve twenty. What bells ring at twenty till and past? That means someone rang the bell that brought that fucking horde to us."

Deciding it would be best to not stick around, they began running down the street towards the docks; they had come too far to be stopped by some bastard ringing bells. It would take a few more minutes for them to finally arrive at the docks, and even through the fog they could easily make out the silhouettes of two small crashed boats smashed atop the pier, the only pair of its kind.

"No… no no no no no!" Zoey shouted as she kicked the ground.

"So what now? Plan B?" Carley asked.

Zoey took a moment to calm down, but once she did she turned back to the reporter and gave her a short nod. "No choice. We'll have to head back and let everyone else know, then I can take Clem to look for her parents while you guys head back to the train." Zoey informed.

"You two, alone? No way, not here, especially with that weird guy on the radio. If you're gonna go through this city, count me in too." Carley stubbornly stated.

"I- thanks." Zoey gratefully replied.

"No problem, it's the least I, or any of us, could and would do."

With their original plan a bust, the pair turned and walked back the way they came, leaving the docks devoid of life. There was nothing left for them here, so besides Clementine's parents, there wasn't any further incentive to stay in the obvious hellhole that was Savannah.

The now familiar dull buildings blended into each other as they went from street to street, making sure to avoid small (and occasionally fairly large) groups of walkers on the way back. There was a shared bleakness between them from the lack of boats. It was a never ending cycle of failure for them, only one problem to then next, and the next, and so on. This cycle had taken a great toll on the group, so much so that now all they had left as an absolute was each other and their train.

A sudden and unexpected group of walkers blocked the way forward, forcing them to duck into a sealed off alleyway so as to not get caught by the undead. The worse part? It was at an intersection, meaning if they wanted to get past, they would have to make their way back and all the way around the undead, turning their fifteen minute trip into a who knows how long trek.

Within seconds of hiding however, they heard a loud grunt and the clanging of metal above them. Looking up, they barely managed to catch a glimpse of someone standing up on the third level of the building's fire escape.

"Hey you!" Zoey exclaimed in a hushed voice, making sure not to draw the attention of the dead.

The figure came to a stop and peered over the edge of the railing, their eyes eventually locking onto Zoey and Carley. Without warning, the hooded figure dashed up the stairs with haste causing Zoey to then say, "Hey, wait!"

Making a risky split second decision, Zoey rushed over to the ladder leading up to the fire escape and began to climb. "Wait, what are you doing?" Carley asked.

"I'm going to see who that was, mainly to find out if they're our bell or radio guy. If not, they may know something." Zoey replied as she neared the top of the ladder.

"Well I think that's a really bad idea." Carley said, putting a large emphasis on the word. "We need to get back to the house, not go chasing people we don't know." She then said, giving her input on the situation.

"And the rooftops will be the next quickest route either way, c'mon." Zoey pointed out as she made it up the ladder and began to rush up the stairs.

Carley groaned and shook her head, but ultimately followed Zoey up the ladder and fire escape. Thankfully the building was only five stories tall, giving them the chance to catch the person just as they were running across the rooftop towards the adjacent building.

"Stop right there or I'll shoot!" Zoey said, levelling her rifle at the individual's back.

Whether the person was actually afraid of being shot or not, or they knew they weren't going to be able to outrun a bullet, Zoey didn't know, but that didn't matter, as the figure came to a stop near the edge of the building before turning to face the two survivors.

Although they couldn't make out the person's face, Zoey and Carley were able to see that they were wearing an orange hoodie and blue jeans. In one of their hands was a climbing axe of sorts, with the other clenching what seemed to be an energy bar.

"Drop your weapon and put your hands behind your head!" Zoey called out, making sure to keep herself in the dominant position of this new stand off.

The figure failed to do as told, instead choosing to speak up from underneath their hood. "You're not from Crawford, are you?" They asked. Zoey furrowed her eyebrows at the question before glancing over to Carley who now also had her pistol out. Carley looked over and simply shrugged in response at Zoey's silent curiosity.

"...What's Crawford? Who are you?" Zoey replied with a question of her own, making sure to keep her rifle pointed at the person.

When Zoey asked her question, the indeterminate figure appeared to visibly relax as they lowered their climbing axe and pulled down their hood, revealing a young woman, perhaps barely older than Zoey herself, with beautiful blonde hair. Zoey raised an eyebrow at the change in attitude and promptly lowered her own weapon, but kept her finger on the trigger should their new 'friend' try anything.

As the person began walking towards them, they holstered their climbing axe in a slot on their backpack. "The name's Molly, and I don't think I've ever seen you two around." The person, now known as Molly, said.

"What do you mean by that, and can you please explain what the hell it is you're talking about?" Zoey asked.

"I mean that you two don't look like you're from Crawford." Molly elaborated. "It's… not exactly a place you'd want to be."

Not exactly a place we'd want to be? The hell does she mean? "From the way you talk about it, I'm going to go out on a limb and say it's a community right? Why wouldn't we want to go there?" Zoey then asked.

"And what do you mean by we don't look like we're from Crawford, or whatever that place is?" Carley followed up with a question of her own.

Molly sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose for a moment before looking back and forth between the two women. "Judging by just how confused you are, I'm going to presume you're not from around here, are you?" Molly inquired, purposefully dodging the question.

"Why do you ask?" Zoey asked.

"Well for one, scavengers from Crawford aren't exactly friendly to outsiders. They tend to have a more 'shoot first, ask questions later' policy when outside their walls." Molly explained. As she spoke, she could see the uncomfortable look shared between Zoey and Carley. She recognized that look, it was the same that showed they had undergone similar arrangements before. "Otherwise they're like most other authoritarian communities you hear about, or worse, depending on who you ask. Strict resource management, one person in charge of everything, you get it."

"What makes them so special that we don't want to go there though?" Carley asked.

Molly paused for a moment, something that didn't go unnoticed by the pair. "They get rid of anyone who can't work. Children, elderly, anyone who gets sick or has some sort of disability they throw out, no if's, and's, or but's. Their leader is some guy named Oberson, a real piece of shit if you ask me."

Zoey and Carley had to take a moment to process this new information. A community that throws out children? Just what the hell has humanity come to? Zoey thought as her mind went back to Clementine.

"Well we need to get back to our group and a bunch of walkers are blocking the way back. Think you can help us?" Carley asked.

Molly shifted her weight onto one foot and placed a hand on her hip. "Depends, what do I get in return?"

"We have a train just outside the city. If you want, you can come with us." Zoey offered. If Crawford was anything remotely as bad as Molly had described it, then she wanted out of the city as fast as possible. The only problem was Clementine, and Zoey knew what she had to do to protect her from this ravenous group of murders.

Molly thought about the offer for a minute. The idea of finally leaving the city was quite enticing to her, on a train no less since it meant that she wouldn't have to deal with Crawford and Oberson anymore. Especially after what he and those fuckers did to my sister. Molly thought.

"Alright, you got yourselves a deal. Wait here." Molly instructed as she ran off to the next rooftop.

Zoey and Carley watched the parkourist as she jumped from building to building, using her climbing axe to catch herself on each roof's ledge. After a few minutes, Molly managed to reach a nearby church bell and pulled the rope, letting out a deep boom as the clapper slammed back and forth. The sound of hundreds, if not thousands of moans from the undead rose beneath them. Soon enough, Zoey and Carley bore witness to the largest group of walkers they had ever seen flooding the streets towards the church, freeing up the path back to the house.

After a few more minutes, Molly had managed to make her way back to the two, and the three of them quickly made their way back to the house. All that was left when they got there was to let everyone know about the boats and confront Molly about the bells.