He stood up quickly. Everyone inside the vehicles quickly lifted themselves up from the floor watched as David walked to George. David called Richard over and both men grabbed one of George's arms.

"George, you have some fucking explaining to do," hissed David.

Richard and David shoved George inside the RV and handcuffed him to the door handle. He's shades fell on Vonda's boots. The door remained open for the other group members to witness David yelling at George.

"Wait, what? What did I fucking do?"

"Those people aren't normal Syracuse gangsters! There the fucking Piranhas!" yelled David.

George shivered in fear. He struggled to say something, not that it mattered since David would keep yelling at him.

"You didn't tell us that they were nearby! We could've gotten prepared! We are so fucking lucky that no one got killed. What else were you lying about?!"

"I'm sorry, David. I should've told you about the Piranhas. B-B-But I wasn't lying about anything else! I really did get in trouble with this group. I really did think you guys were Piranhas! And technically they are Syracuse gangsters! They do hang around the city!"

"Jesus, David, I think you need to cool it on the guy," Richard insisted.

"Yeah, give him a break. He didn't do anything wrong," said Jason.

"No! He lead the Piranhas here. He knew that they were chasing him and he said nothing! And Jason we're going to talk about this later."

"Wait? How did you know that they were Piranhas? Are you law enforcement as well?" asked George.

David looked angrily at George.

"Hey, I'm sorry alright? I didn't mean for them to come here!"

"I'm from New York. Of course, I would know about them."

"New York? The license plate on the RV is from Michigan. Unless... you took it."

"It belonged to my father who lived in Flint. Never had the time to bring the RV back in Manhattan."

"You're from Manhattan?" asked Lori, outside the RV.

"Yeah. I never told you guys?" replied David confusedly.

Everyone inside the RV except Richard nodded their heads.

Alright, look. George, you seem very sketchy to me, so I would like you to fuck off and never see us again. But before that, tell us everything you know about the Piranhas and why the fuck they're going after you like a cheetah chasing a gazelle."

George sighed.

"You might want to gather your group, so I don't have to explain myself twice." said George.

David ordered the group to gather around the RV. George sighed once more and started telling his story.

"As you know, I'm an FBI agent. I have cases to work on, and one of my first cases involved the Piranhas in New York. I was 25 when I started investigating the criminal activities of the criminal syndicate. This was nine years ago. From time to time I worked on different cases, but this was my main one. It was a case I worked on for nine years! I went from going undercover to facing them head-on. However, I was never able to chase the leader. The only one without the Piranha tattoo on the back of the neck. However, that did not mean I didn't know the leader's identity. I just couldn't prove it to my coworkers."

"Who is he?" asked Richard.

"More like who was she. Sherry Crowley. The leader of the infamous Piranhas. She was respon–" explained George before being interrupted.

"Wait!" bluth Vonda. "Did you say, Sherry Crowley?"

"Yeah..." answered George.

"That's my mother's name!"

He smiled and took a closer look at the redheaded girl.

Is your name... by any chance... Vonda?"

"Y-Y-Yeah. How'd you know?" asked Vonda. FBI database?"

"Kind of. I met your father. He's a very interesting man. My god, you have grown."

"Wait, I'm literally confused. What's going on here?" asked Lori.

"I too would like to know what's going on..." said David.

"As I continued my investigation on Sherry, I visited her estranged husband, Tim Crowley, and her sister, Meredith Hilda. I got more information on her and continued my investigation. When I went undercover with the Piranhas, I tried arresting Sherry, which lead them to painting me as a target," continued George. "Some things happen and I tried to kill Sherry myself. I almost caught her two years ago. It took seven years for the agency to make capturing Sherry one of the top priorities. Yet we still couldn't catch her. When the infection hit New York, I was in the middle of busting a major human trafficking ring run by the syndicate when the whole warehouse was infested by roamers. It was chaos!"

David took out the keys to the handcuffs. He unlocked the handcuffs and helped George up.

"Sherry is looking for me. I shouldn't be anywhere near you guys."

"Where are the Piranhas residing at?" asked David.

"There residing in Hudson and Albany, although they are controlling areas around the Erie Canal. My advice: don't go to Albany.

"This is only one of our stops. We are going to another place afterward," said Missy.

"Where are you guys heading afterward?" replied George.

"Should we tell he?" asked Lori.

"Maybe. Where were you hearing?" replied David.

"I was going to head to Buffalo. Then, maybe, I would've headed to Quantico or D.C. One of those places. Wherever I feel the safest."

"You have any family members that you would like to retrieve from Buffalo?" asked David.

"He's family were killed, by those fucking Piranhas," hissed Jason, shocking George when he said that.

"He's right. Honestly, I don't even know why I want to go to Buffalo," sighed George.

David looked at Lori and took off his shades. He looked back at George.

"We are traveling to Maine. In the eastern border of Maine, there is a town called Houlton. It is controlled by an army of rogue soldiers. Our family are in there, held hostage by the rogue soldiers. The very same rogue soldiers that lead many people to a supposed "safe haven" and killed those people. We want to rescue our friends and families and capture the one man responsible for their suffering. General Quentin Black. Would you like to join us?"

"That sounds dangerous, but I can't stand to see other families suffering under the hands of a single person. I'm joining you guys," said George with determination.

"Alright, time to introduce you to everyone," said Lori, now pointing at each of her siblings. "These are my sisters Leni, Luna, Luan, Lynn, Lucy, Lola, Lana, Lisa, and Lily. That is my brother Lincoln.

"Just so you know, they live up to their name, before the world end," said Jason.

"He's not wrong," replied Lori, laughing a little.

Lori pulled Bobby close to her and held Darcy's hand.

"This is my boyfriend, Bobby, and this is Darcy, a little girl we're looking after. Standing behind me is Bobby's little sister, Ronnie Anne. Next to Luna are her friends, Chunk and Sam. The people behind your car are Sergei and Carol."

Lori walked into the RV.

"These are my friends, Dana, Becky, and Tad. Those are my brothers friends, Tabby, Liam, Zach, and Rusty."

She pointed to the booth table.

"I forgot his full name, but we all call him D. And the boy next to him is Wesley, but we call him Wavehead."

She approach an unconscious Clyde laying on the sofa in the RV.

"This is someone we all love. He's name is Clyde McBride."

"And he is one of the toughest kids in the group," said Jason.

"Your god damn right he is," replied Lori.

Lori tapped on Francisco and Benny's shoulder.

"These are my sisters friends, Francisco and Benny. Two badass people,"

"Benny can be a dork at times, and Francisco is a knucklehead. But there pretty cool in my book," Jason said, as they both said in embarrassment, which made Jason and Lori laugh.

Lori leaned close to George and handed his shades back.

"And there also my future brothers-in-law!" whispered Lori.

George smiled and shook Lori's hand.

"I'll lead you guys to Albany and try my hardest to evade the Piranhas," said George.

"Your mirrors and windows are broken, George," warned Missy. "Do you want Lana to fix them?"

"No, it's alright," replied George, putting his shades on. "Ah, shit,"

"What is it?" asked Lori.

The body of one of the Piranhas rose from the ground. It was the man who was called Russ, taken over by the infection that turned him into a living roamer. George pulled his gun out and pointed at the turned-Russ.

"Wait! You don't want to waste the bullet and attract other roamers," warned David.

"Attract them? No, this kills them," replied George.

David took out his combat knife and jogged to the roamer. He grabbed its neck and stabbed it in its right eye. He quickly twitched the knife and pulled it out of the roamer's eye. More roamers popped out of faraway trees and walked slowly to where they were.

"It's time to leave," mouthed David.

The group dashed to their respective vehicles. However, Vonda snuck inside George's car. George was given a walkie-talkie to use to communicate with the group. Jason asked George if he could ride with him, and George was okay with that. He and Jason went inside the car and drove behind the RV.

"Wait, where did Vonda go?" asked Dana.

"Just keep going ahead. You won't have to make a right turn for about the next ten miles," said George through the walkie-talkie.

"Boo!" exclaimed Vonda, jumped out from the backseat.

"Sup Vonda, glad you decide to tag along."

"Hey Jason."

"What the...? Vonda? What are you doing here?" gasped George, unaware that his walkie-talkie is still activated.

"Sorry about surprising the both of you. I just wanted to talk to you. What do you know about my mother?" asked Vonda.

"There's nothing wrong with that," said Jason.

"Is that Vonda? Is she in your car?" asked David.

"Yeah!" replied George.

"Vonda I don't know if–"

"No, it's okay. I'm fine here, David."

"Yeah, it's fine. She won't cause to much trouble," said George.

"I'm not a little girl, George. I can take care of myself."

"I can see that," said George as he turned off the walkie-talkie. "Last time I saw you, you were this little with red-orange pigtails, hiding behind your father."

"You know that's not what I'm here for. I want to know what you know about my mother."

"Look, Vonda, I don't want to tell you something that will destroy the way you think about her."

"Oh, don't worry about that George, you wouldn't be destroying the way she sees her mother at all."

"He's right, I already do not feel sympathy towards her. She left me and my father! He struggled all these years raising me alone! And whenever he couldn't take care of me, my alcoholic aunt would! You can't destroy the way I think about of her!"

"Okay. Remember, You asked for this. Sherry Crowley, or her maiden name, Hilda, joined the criminal syndicate known as the Piranhas in 2006. Her job was to distribute drugs from certain areas in New York to New York City. After forming a small union with her fellow members, they killed the previous leaders and overtook the organization. Sherry took the leadership mantle by killing two people from this small union, and thus, assorted her dominance. She moved the base of the Piranhas from Houston to Albany. She created a second headquarters in Manhattan and established a human trafficking trade system. It was a lot of money she was making. After being in the FBI's Most Wanted list, she waged a war against the FBI. She was able to drive most of the agent away by threatening to eliminate some soft targets."

"Soft targets?"

"Random citizens in the city, family members, et cetera. Most agents backed away, but I didn't. I kept going which I now regret. She ordered to have my family killed and keep me alive. For a while, I haven't heard of her, until the infection plagued New York on May 30. I heard she was hiding in her old headquarters in Houston, but I was never able to confirm it."

"My mother did... all that?"

"Yeah. That's what I was talking about. I don't want to–"

"I hate her even more. How does she get to live and my father doesn't?"

"Your father is... deceased?"

"Yeah. He was killed by the rogue soldiers in Detroit. It's a long story."

"I have the time. I don't know when we might reach the highway to Albany."

"Good. I got something to tell you too George, but for now I'll let you tell your story first Vonda."

"Alright. So it all started before I was born..."

Nighttime fell upon the group. Jason had told George he knows the future, but for some reason he felt like he's forgetting something. The iconic campfire that Lisa and Richard made together would signify the time to eat and rest. Rarely has it signified danger, and only did it show bad omen when the cemetery was nearby. Much like a cat who feels at peace when licking milk off a bowl. Then, headlights appeared.

"Look!" pointed out Luan.

"Could that be a traveler?" asked Lincoln.

"Oh shit, that's what I forgot. Hey Richard are you wearing a vest?" asked Jason.

"Yeah."

"Good, when they get here go talk to them. David, go to the RV and grab your shotgun, everyone else be ready to take cover," said Jason, as he grabbed his M14.

David went inside the RV. The Louds hid behind the campfire. The others nervously for the car to get closer. When it did, it came to a stop. Two men and women came out wearing blue-dominated clothes.

"May I help you people?" asked Richard.

"Yeah," responded one man. "Wouldn't it be nice to see a couple of survivors in this hellish world? I can see you got a large group. I don't want to introduce myself just jet. I want to know if you have seen a tell fellow with black shades and probably a bulletproof vest with the FBI logo on?"

"It's a very big world. I don't think I saw any survivors in this state besides you guys."

"With all this dead people, the world is a lot smaller than you think," said the man before speaking to his walkie-talkie. "Yeah, we got a large group here about two or three dozen people."

"Who are you talking to?" asked Richard.

"None of your business," replied the man.

The man pulled his pistol out and shot Richard in the chest. Richard collapsed to the ground. Missy gasped and held her chest.

"Don't you think I would've recognized the car, George?!" yelled the man.

"There he is!" yelled the woman, aiming her UZI at a tree.

She fired the petite yet powerful gun at the bark on the tree. The other man walked with MP5 and walked closer to the tree.

"Alright, move! Kill anyone that gets in your way!" yelled the man in control.

Richard opened his eyes widely and took out his combat knife. He rolled over sideways and stabbed the man's left ankle. The man yelled in pain fell to his knees. The other man looked in his direction and ain't his gun at Richard. Jason aimed his rifle at the man, and pulled the trigger. Hitting him in the neck causing him to hold his bleeding neck. George came out from the tree and fired his pistol at the man, hitting him two times in the back. The woman ducked behind the car and reloaded her UZI with another magazine.

"FUCK!" yelled the man with the bleeding ankle.

Richard pulled the knife out and stabbed him in his left hip, causing him to yell in pain again. George pulled the trigger of his gun, aiming at the man, but only heard clicks.

"shit!" explained George.

The woman came out from her cover and unleashed the bullets from her gun at George. George quickly ducked. David came out the RV with his Remington and pointed it at the woman. She stopped firing at George and lifted her gun to shoot David. David pulled the trigger of his shotgun. Many pallets came out and hit the woman in the face, chest, arm, neck, and shoulder.

"Help!" yelled the man to his walkie-talkie.

Richard pulled the man to the ground and stabbed him in the chest. The man immediately coughed out blood. Richard looked up into the distance. There was another pair of headlights. One man popped out of the car window and fired his gun at the group.

"Guys! Hide behind the bushes!" ordered Missy.

Lori and the other ran into the thick bushes. The car drove by the group and did not stop. The man kept firing at the group. As the car went away, the man went back inside the car and reloaded his gun. Becky and Carol hide behind a tree. Becky pulled the safety off on her pistol and urged Carol to stay behind the tree.

The car turned around and passed by the group again. Becky, Jason, and Missy shoot their guns at the man. Becky missed, but Missy managed to hit the driver, instead of the attacker. And Jason hit the attacker. The car collided with George's car, causing the man inside the car to fly towards the windshield. Lori flinched as watched the man bleed from his forehead. The group covered their ears as the car honked continuously.

After a few seconds, David and George stood up. They walked towards George's car and the attacker's car. Missy, Jason, and Becky dashed to Richard aid and helped him up.

"Ah, damn. My vest caught his bullet," groaned Richard as he took off the bulletproof vest that Lori's group found in Detroit.

David aimed his shotgun at the man. The man was still alive and was groaning heavily. George opened demolished driver's door. He and David pulled the driver's body out of the car, stopping the horn honk. His body fell to the ground and his face bled from Missy's bullet. Then, both man pulled the attacker out from the car.

"Hey! I give up! I surrender!" mumbled the man.

His face was lacerated with at least ten small shards of glass. His left shoulder was dislocated and his lips were cut. And he had a bullet hole in his right arm.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't put a bullet in your face right now!" yelled David.

"I don't have a reason. I have a message. From Sherry, herself," mumble the man.

"Lower your gun, David," whispered George.

David pointed his shotgun away from the Piranhas. George crouched and lean closer to the gangster.

"What message?" asked George.

"She spoke to me through the walkie-talkie. She told me that if we found you with a large group, we should take you to the town of Rome, near Utica. She just want to talk, but you... you already know what's going to happen to you."

"What if we refuse to come?"

"Then, Sherry is going to send us all to slaughter your group. Trust me, you should just go to spare your group. We want nothing to do with them. We just want you."

"So I'm just supposed to give myself up?"

"Yeah. Play the hero. Save your group."

George stood up. He rubbed his chin.

"I don't believe you. What happens after she finds out we just killed some of your friends? What will she do to the group then?"

"Lie. Say it was you all along."

George looked at David. Lori and the others came out of the bushes.

"Put him... out of his misery already," said Richard, breathing heavily. "This fucker is obviously bullshitting."

"That's what I'm thinking," said David.

"No! Don't do that!" gasped Lincoln.

"Why not?" asked George. "They're right. We can't trust him! He tried to kill us!"

"I got an idea," said Lincoln. "Way don't we just bring him with us? We can keep him handcuffed in the RV and have someone watch him. We patch him up and give him back to the Piranhas. In return for keeping him alive, he will tell Sherry what she wants to hear!"

"That sounds smart. And it'll probably work. What's your name again?" asked George.

"Lincoln."

"So, David. Will Lincoln's plan work?" asked George.

"I don't think it will," grumbled the attacker.

"Okay. So we don't need you alive then, David you know what to do," said Jason.

David pointed his shotgun back at the Piranhas. He flinched and covered his face.

"Alright, I'm just kidding! Of course, I want to live! Jesus!"

David smiled and pointed the shotgun away from the attacker. He pulled the trigger and all that was heard was a click. George pulled the Piranha upwards. He handcuffed him and pushed him away. Missy walked towards the Piranha and grabbed his arms. They both walked inside the RV, while everyone else finished their food.

"Looks like we got a long day ahead of us," declared David.

"No shit," replied Jason.

"This plan isn't going to work is it?" asked David.

"It's not, but I think we should still do it, better than getting sneak attack when our guard is down." said Jason.

"Yeah. You right." said David.

"George," called Luna. "You're welcome to crash with us since your car is... you know, crashed."

"Thank you."

"Carol. Will you help me patch up..." asked Missy before stuttering.

"Gus."

"Gus?" corrected Missy.

"Yeah, sure," answered Carol.

Every driver drove their car ahead for a mile where they were, for they know that the horn would attract a group of roamers that heard it.

Even though the night started with chaos and destruction, it ended with the group eating happily together, raising the spirits and morale of every single group member.