"Your aiming to high."

"Shut the fuck up Jersey."

"Hey, I'm not saying anything...your just aiming to high, your never gonna hit it."

"The only way I'm not gonna hit it is cause you won't shut your trap"

Utopia snapped back at New Jersey and then looked through the scope of her riffle.

Michael started to crack up, as he shook his head as he turned a little and reached for another box of bullets.

The three of them had been laying in the tall milk field grass for over an hour. There was a slight slope which the three of them laid down on, feeling the damp and clean feeling of spring come around them as they all settled down with their guns and looked around...hunting almost.

They were now in East Buffalo Pennsylvania. It had been a year since Michael had turned around on the dock and never looked back.

They traveled for three months straight before they arrived here, they all became part of a shooting team in which lived around the never ending country side and brought in anyone who needed help.

The team had bikers, hunters, police officers, and anyone who had a car or a gun handy. They all lived around different camp sites around the area, and talked back and forth through walkie talkie.

At night they went to their sites, sat around the camp fires and pits and all talked among each other.

During the day, they were able to go anywhere around the country side, fetch new things, or hunt down any thing that had stumbled into the area.

Today the three of them were hunting, so far they had shot five of them...right now mid afternoon was coming in.

A strong breeze blew through the lush green trees that surrounded the hills and fields and made the sky get darker, also as if it was about to rain.

Utopia raised her body a little, got her hands steady...and then fired the gun.

The bullet rang through the field...and the zombie kept shuffling around.

"Fuck"

Jersey and Michael started to laugh, Utopia rolled her eyes and then sat herself up.

"This is bullshit anyways...it's to far away."

She then stood up, brushed off her pants and swung her riffle over one shoulder.

She turned around and got onto her dirt bike and fired up the engine.

Without another word she went speeding off, towards one of the camp sites, her long blond flowing hair behind her.

Michael and New Jersey laid there for a few minuets, not really saying anything as the low hum of the bike driffted away from them.

The sky got darker and the wind was picking up more, it blew through their hair and made the trees and grass around them slowly go back and forth.

Michael turned over on his side, putting his hands under his head and taking a deep fresh breath of air in as he watched the sky darken.

He could remember back when he was a kid, right around April and May when Easter had just past and how he used to lay in his back yard after playing baseball and stare up at the spring sky for hours before it got dark...back when the world was okay, never seeing the future which was yet to come.

Every night he found himself waking up, from wherever he slept...and looking up at the night's sky.

The millions of tiny sparking stars...all looking down at him.

Was Ana alive?

He prayed she was.

God he missed her, those beautiful crystal blue eyes, her soft pale skin...he wished he could just see her again, even if it was just for a second.

Part of him kicked himself for not going to look for her.

But another part of him knew it was the right thing to do, being dead was better.

Somehow he knew he was right.

Then suddenly, Jersey snapped his fingers in front of Michael's face, causing him to leave his little day dream.

"Hey, buddy...you ready to go back"

Michael blinked.

"What"

"I said I don't like the look of that sky...you wanna pack up"

Michael then slowly lifted himself up and cracked his back.

"Yeah sure..."

Jersey then got his stuff together and both of them got onto their bikes and drove away...just in time before the sky opened up.