Next chapter is up. I'm just writing as the ideas pop into my head. I'm still not sure on how this is going to wrap up and tie in but I'll think of something. And the title of this chapter really has nothing to do with what's going on.

Afternoon April 2, 2004 There Goes My Baby

"You can't save them all, Shelly." my father had said to me as a small girl of 9. I could see myself running from cage to cage. It was my birthday and dad had promised to buy mea puppy. My eyes were watering as I watched the puppies play.

"Why only one dad?"

"Because your mom would have my guts on a wire if we did."

At that moment I bent down to look at a set of two beautiful doberman pinscher puppies curled up together. I knew at that moment how to play innocent. And so me and my father walked out of the shelter with two puppies named Lightfoot and Darkstalker, don't laugh. I was obesessed with Star Wars at the time. But those days are gone.

Back to reality...

"Leon, catch!" I cried and tossed the ammo towards him.

I slammed my stick against the wall as a distraction. They were doing better than I thought. 4 corpses lay on the ground in or shall I say pieces and chunks of rotted flesh sprawled uncermoniously on the walls and floor. I moved foward and almost slipped into a puddle of crimson blood and instead slid into an open armed zombie. I scrambled for the stick, grabbed it and slammed into the face of a zombie. An eyeball popped out at me. Oh my! I thought to myself and then glanced up at what was supposed to be a stick. It was a new experience using a peice of rotted flesh in what used to be a human leg as a weapon. I dropped it instantly and for once was glad to hear the sound of shots being fired. The rest of the zombies were dead and not moving.

Without words we headed into the Hive. But I'm sure that this was going to be another experience not soon forgotten. We roamed into the sercurity office which was only big enough to hold one person at a time but I wasn't staying out there. Sophia hacked into the system with no trouble.

"You've done this before?" I asked.

"It's not something I'm proud of Holland and it's none of your business."

"Okay, two can play that game. But you'd do well to remember you drugged me and I saved your asses. Wasting my escape time."

"Would you two shut up? We have more important things to worry about, like staying alive." Leon said as leaned against a wall looking at a small device in the shape of a basic school calculator.

"Where to?" I questioned.

"The main entrance is a no go. And with Sophia in her condition we can't use the emergency staircase that leads to the main control romm."

"I told you to leave me behind. I don't want you seeing me as one of those...things."

"Shut up, Leon obviously cares for you. And they're called zombies, the living dead, the dead living...shall I continue?"

"Shhhh...I don't think they contained the 'real' situation..."