New Jersey ran like a man across the camp, passing burning tents and trailers, the smell of smoke and blood filled his nose as his legs pumped up and down as his black boots hit the soft grass of the field and watched as people ran by screaming as men chased them with knifes and guns.

Madness

Utopia was screaming at the top of her lungs as the man tried to pounce on her and drag her down.

"You little bitch!" He screamed and then swung his buck knife at her.

She ran to a few parked cars and tried to dodge her way out, when she became blocked off...Jersey then ran to her and she spun around.

"We need to get out of here!" she cried through the loud explosions that were blasting beside them, just then a four year old was shot and feel to the ground, his teddy bear still wrapped around his tiny arm.

Jersey then took Utopia hand and told her they had to go, both then ran towards the main road that led off to the woods, they knew once they hit that they were good for cover.

Utopia ran as fast as she could beside Jersey, both hand and hand as they past the attacks, and the remains of their camp.

Both were almost there when Utopia screamed and feel forward, her legs became tangled and she fell hard onto the ground.

Jersey also fell from the weight of her going down, right away he picked himself up and let out a hand for her.

She hissed out in pain, saying that her leg hurt, but he didn't have time, he told her to keep going and both started towards the woods again, but this time slower.

As the two ran the sound of roaring engines filled the air...then blinding headlights lit up their faces, making them hold their free hands in front of their faces, squinting and confused.

There were trucks, about five of them, speeding up blocking their way, they tried to turn around but more blocked up behind them...they made a circle, they were trapped.

The headlights were killed and the men walked out, holding guns, knifes and chains.

Jersey tried to push Utopia away, and make her run...but they came up quick and punched him right in the stomach.

Jersey fell to his knees as his whole body started to burn and Utopia screamed, more men came closer and one punched him right in the face, sending his head to snap to one side and the taste of blood filling his mouth.

They punched him again, while he was still on his knees, this time everything became foggy, blood dribbled down his chin and his eyes started to close, he moaned in pain and they hot him again, this time he almost fell backwards.

"STOP IT!" "YOUR KILLING HIM!"

He heard Utopia scream, then one of them took a handful of his hair and pulled him up standing. At first he wasn't sure he could stand, he started to rock back and forth, then her arms held him by the side and she heard him crying, asking if he could hear her.

The men sounded Mexican, they said something about how this place had it coming the whole time, then Utopia screamed at them, telling what seemed to be the leader that he was crazy, worst them the zombies that ruined this world...and like that she was punched to.

She almost fell back, she started to sob...Jersey blinked his eyes but everything looked blurred.

She held onto his arm and cried, about twenty of them were standing, circled around them laughing at them standing in the middle.

Then someone came up behind them, they grabbed his collar and Utopia cried out and held on tighter, both of their feet dragging across the ground...as they walked about twenty feet then stopped.

New Jersey cleared his vision and saw that the blue dim light around them showed that dawn would be coming up soon, a cool breeze blew past them...and they stood around looking right in their eyes.

Jersey looked to his side and saw the side of Utopia's face all ready starring to swell, she was crying and burring her face in his jacket.

He tried to speek but blood bubbled down in his throat and burned...he couldn't see the camp anymore.

There they were, standing in the middle of nowhere, just before dawn.

Jersey saw that they were also standing on the edge of a ditch, it was about fifteen feet deep, and full of dark caked mud and water...the fall alone could almost kill you.

He turned back, his dark eyes piercing through the dim blue morning and looked at them all, the only sound was Utopia's cries.

"What do you think?" "Which one gets the chains boss?"

One of the men said as he held his gun up higher, the leader who stood the tallest cracked his neck and smiled...a mouth full of gold.

"I would love to see this punk get it...but such an event should only be spared for the ladies, anyway, won't we have more fun with her?"

The men laughed.

Two stepped forward and yanked Utopia off Jersey's arm, she kicked and screamed, but was held at gunpoint and taken to the men.

Jersey took a step further and the gun that was held at Utopia's head went harder against her skull, she cried and started to breath heavy.

"One move and the bitch gets it."

Jersey stood still.

"So, what do you wanna do with him?" another man asked.

And just before Jersey's wide eyes a flash of silver filled the morning air...it was held up and then the gunshot fired.

The bullet hit him with such a force, he didn't even see it coming, he fell backwards and out of sight into the ditch.

Silence