The sun had finally started to go down.
It had taken Terry over two hours to go around the small cabins that sat on the beach shore, and search all of the boats for anything useful. Before doing so he gave Hunter another piggy back ride, towards the beach that they had been staying at for the past week or so.
He sat Hunter down on the cooling sand, and told him...no matter what, to stay there until he got back.
During the time, he played around the harbor all by himself...the whole time the only sounds around him, were the lapping of the water against the docks, and the sound of his shoes clicking against the pavement.
So far...no zombies.
Did they all die? God, the last time he had around these parts, were four years ago...back when over a thousand were running after him and the others.
But it was a beautiful summer day...and the only other thing that was living around him were the birds.
On his way to one of the dusty and deserted cabins, he past the place where they had crashed the bus four years ago.
In that very same spot you wouldn't have even known there was a thirty foot explosion, that could be seen from miles away.
Now in it's place, were pieces of random drift wood, and old rusted scraps of metal from place to place...grass growing over them and the show of years beating down on them.
It seemed to little, for what had happened before.
He stood there, from time to time, stopping and looking around that what was left of the past.
CJ had died here.
He then went onward, but this time he stopped in front of the dock.
This had been the place where they had left Michael. Terry walked down the creaking old dried up wood and looked around at the rotting sea weed that was growing all over it.
He then stopped once the dock ended, and looked around at the never ending miles of ocean ahead of him.
Was Ana and Kenneth alive?
He then knew Hunter's life was in his hands, he was just going through high school when this whole thing had started...and here he was, in charge of someone's life.
Then it dawned on him...where he was standing.
He looked down at the old aging wood below him and a puzzled look spread across his face.
He was standing in the very same spot where Michael had died.
He looked around for a moment, where were the bones?
But then again any number of things could have happened, the zombies could have eaten them, birds picking away...or even a storm could have knocked them off.
It made him feel uneasy inside just standing there, so he turned around in the spot where he thought the father of the boy he was taking care of died, and kept on searching.
The thought of the names left on the note didn't even cross his mind.
In the end he was able to find some things...he knew they were gonna have to be as lucky as hell if they made it.
He then got Hunter, loaded him in the car...and took once final look around the docks.
Once he got in he prayed, and just like that...the car ran, and it had a full tank of gas.
"Let's see how far this takes us buddy." Terry said looking down at Hunter in the seat beside him.
And like that he shifted the car into gear, and drove far away.