As soon as Anthony got out of University Place it began to drizzle. Considering the short distance it took no time at all to arrive at his friends' house. He made a sharp turn into the drive-way and honked the horn. Anthony grabbed his sword, climbed out and left the Jeep running. He ran to the front door and banged on it. No answer. He ran around to the back yard to find the sliding glass door shattered.

Anthony unsheathed his sword and walked slowly through what was left of the door. With each step he could feel the shards of glass crunch under his weight. His shoes squeaked slightly as he stepped onto the linoleum floor. He glanced in the kitchen and saw a blood streak leading into the living room. In the middle of the floor was his friends' mother laying in a pool of her own blood with an exit wound in the back of her head.

"Dylan! Where the fuck are you?" Anthony shouted. He heard a door open in the hallway to his right.

"Anthony?" he replied as he stepped out from behind the blanketed hallway door. Dylan was of a medium build

"Yeah, it's me. What the hell is going on here?"

"I don't know. I found my mom in the hallway eating on Nelson. Next thing I know, she turned her attention towards me. She looked dead almost."

"What the fuck do you mean, almost?" Anthony questioned. "I don't think rotting flesh and a lumbering pace and what seems like a hunger for human flesh qualify as 'Alive'."

"Fuck you. You knew what I meant."

"So who or what made a mess in here?"

"You mean other than my mother? A dog or what was left of one anyway."

"Where is it?"

"Well, my bed is soaking up the blood from the dogs head and the body is laying in three separate pieces on the floor."

Anthony shook his head. "So I take it you're the one who put the bullet in her."

"Yes." Dylan answered as he looked at her.

"You have any more rounds for it?"

"No, I wasted five on her, before I thought to shoot her in the head."

Dylan looked out the front window. "You ready to roll? I see you left it running."

"I'm ready if you are."

"Yeah, let me get some things first."

"Alright, but you'll have to hurry."

Dylan nodded and hurried to his room. Anthony grabbed a cup out of the cupboard. He proceeded to fill it with water from the refrigerator. He filled it up half way and put the brim to his lips and tilted the glass. Before the water reached his lips he tilted it the opposite direction.

"That may not be such a good idea."

"What won't be a good idea?"

Anthony turned around and lightly shook the glass of water in his hand as he placed it on the counter. Dylan laughed at the gesture.

"Come on man. Let's go." He said as he threw his bag over his shoulder.

Anthony opened the door. "Shit." He looked out the door. It began to rain harder that it was before he arrived at the house. Dylan stepped ahead of him under the garage. Anthony closed the door behind him. Anthony took a step forward and stopped.

"Did you hear that?"

Dylan stopped. "Hear what?"

They listened carefully to their surroundings. There was a faint noise of a feet dragging in the wet grass. Dylan put his bag on the ground and drew his K-Bar. Anthony drew his sword. They walked out from under the garage. The rain was coming down at an angle. The rain poured out of their hair and into their faces.

"Check it." Dylan said as he nodded in the sounds general direction.

Anthony crept around the corner of the house. There was one of the undead hobbling toward them. Before Anthony had a chance to react, Dylan had already made his way to the zombie and slit its exposed jugular. The zombie let out a moan and fell to the ground. The blood spilled out on the concrete. Anthony stepped away as not to get any blood on his shoes.

"Jesus, at least play with it." He joked.

"What's the point? The quicker you deal with the faster we could be on our way." Dylan replied as he picked his bag up off the ground.

"Good point."

Dylan climbed into the Jeep and placed his bag at his feet. "So, how are your parents?"

"Not good I assume. I came across them earlier when I left the house. I slammed Marc into a wall with the car door, but as far as I know they are." He paused for a brief second. "They are still alive?"

"You didn't kill them?"

"No, but Jasmine isn't around anymore."

"What happened?" Dylan said as he noticed a sign that said Viola Street.

"She broke through the glass door in the back, and attempted to attack me."

Dylan nodded as if he understood. "Are we going to Clint's?"

"Yeah, we'll swing by and see if he's still. around."

Anthony pulled onto West Ash Street and into Clint's driveway. Clint's truck and his dad's work truck were parked in the driveway. Anthony killed the Jeep. They stepped out of the Jeep and made their way to the front door.

"You ready?" Anthony asked as he placed this hand on the door knob.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

Anthony turned the door knob and walked in.