"Eli!" Mrs. Gibbons said, shocked and appalled at the scene that just transpired. Her hands were clasped together in a vain attempt to stop them from shaking, she was pale as a ghost, and her eyes were set on Eli. "Why?"

"He was dangerous."

"Didn't you see how he grabbed you?" Cameron said.

"We could've just held him down—waited for a cure!" Mrs. Gibbons shouted.

"We don't know if there's a cure!" Cameron retorted.

"That's no excuse!"

"Mrs. Gibbons," he said, raising his voice at her for the first time, "it was a cop that came to my door. He was bit, died, and went ape shit trying to eat me. This guy here was bit, died, and went ape shit trying to eat you! If we are bit, then we'll die, and we'll turn into them."

"Mike, let's go," she suddenly said, looking at Cameron with a look of surprise and disappointment.

Mike, who had been staring, dumbfounded at the dead body, said, "Huh?"

"I said let's go!"

There were suddenly two more sounds of gunfire. Cameron looked to see Eli lowering his rifle once more, then to the end of the driveway where two fresh bodies lay.

"Did any of those things follow you here?" Eli asked urgently.

"Mike get in the car now!" Mrs. Gibbons demanded, getting into the driver's seat of her car. "You're crazy," she said to Eli. "Expect the police to get here soon. And you, Cameron, how can you support this?"

He ignored her. "Call me when you get somewhere safe," Cameron told Mike, patting his shoulder. Cameron should have been arguing with Mrs. Gibbons, telling her that she was done for if she didn't treat the pandemic like the apocalypse. But he's known her for years, and knew she wouldn't listen to reason—if that's you'd call it.

In all honestly best thing for her and Mike to do was to keep on moving. "And if you need to kill one of those things kill it!" he hissed at Mike.

"Yeah…yeah," he said, getting into the car after his mom honked the horn.

"I never had the heart to tell Mike what a stubborn bitch his mother was," Eli said lazily as he watched the car back off the driveway.

"He always knew," Cameron reassured him.

As the car got on the street and stopped to shift to drive, Cameron saw a bunch of those rabid people come running down the street. The few that made it to the car were only able to scrape and bang against it before the car took off speeding.

The majority of the monsters kept on running after it, bypassing the farm, but a few noticed the people standing out in the open, let out a carnivorous roar, and ran after them.

"Shit!" Eli shouted raising his rifle again. Thankfully he had a long driveway, so it was virtually no problem picking each of them off with a clean headshot.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed. "The neighboring towns around here must've been infected."

"Well we need to get out."

"I told you Cameron I'm holding out here."

"That's suicide!" Cameron said, thinking that the idea of staying here was more insane than killing something that used to be human.

"If any of my kids wanna try and find me they'll know where I am!" Eli said sternly.

"Fine, but I'm going."

"Have any weapons?"

"Just a pistol I got from the dead cop. I barely have any rounds."

Eli wiped his mouth in thought and concern, looking back at the road. "Take some tools from the back of my pickup. Some may come in handy."

Cameron did so without hesitation. The pickup was filled with a bunch of farming equipment that Cameron was used to working with, but nothing that would be too useful. In the end he decided on the shovel.

"Good luck, Eli," he told him as Cameron marched to his car.

"What about her?" Eli suddenly asked.

"Who?"

Eli pointed at the redhead that come with Mrs. Gibbons. Cameron had completely forgotten all about her. With all of the excitement of that Gus person being infected she fell out of everyone's minds—Mrs. Gibbons too. Now the woman was just staring out at the road, still in shock.

"You okay?" Cameron asked, shaking her. She didn't respond.

"Hey, lady, if you wanna survive then get up," Eli said. Still she said nothing.

"Looks like she's in your care now," Cameron said, going to his car and throwing the shovel in the back with his provisions.

"No way am I taking care of a vegetable," Eli said without argument. "And if I just leave her out here then she'll attract more of 'em."

Cameron turned back to look at them. "So what do you intend—?" Eli walked behind the woman and pointed his rifle at the back of her head. "You're fucking kidding." Eli's finger went from the trigger guard to the trigger. Cameron was amazed. He knew Eli was a tough old bastard, but Cameron didn't know he was capable of such a thing. Still, he didn't think it was a bluff. "Lady, you're coming with me."

Cameron went over the redhead, grabbed her arm, and forced her to the car. She didn't say a thing even as he practically threw her in the passenger seat.

"Gee, thanks a lot, Eli."

"Good luck."

Shaking his head, he waved and said, "You too."

Starting his car, Cameron looked in his rearview mirror to see a few more of the things appear from the street. They quickly went down thanks to Eli's shooting, and Cameron shifted into reverse. On his way to the road he ran over two dead bodies. Shifting into drive, Cameron drove west.

And drive he did. For the next ten or so miles all Cameron did was drive west. He passed I-57, which he wanted to hop on, but there was no on ramp that he could see. Cameron would've liked to follow it south to find a way on, but he wanted to stay away population centers.

"STOP!" the woman yelled out of nowhere, suddenly clasping his arm.

That caught him so off guard that he instantly slammed on the brakes. The car came to a screeching halt leaving a trail of smoke behind him. The woman was now in tears, biting down hard on the palm of her free hand.

"What?" Cameron finally asked, pulling his arm free.

But she didn't answer. Instead her eyes fell on the LCD system mounted on the car's dashboard. The woman then brought up the GPS, punched in a location, and the GPS found the place she was looking for.

"There," she pleaded, pointing at the map. "Please, we have to go there!"

Cameron looked at it and said, "Are you crazy? That's near the city. No way I'm going there!"

"That's my son's daycare," she cried, more tears flowing out. "I have to go and get him."

"But—"

"I need to get him!" she screamed.

"Look," he said, trying to be rational in such an irrational world, "your office was evacuated, so that might mean so was that daycare."

"That's no guarantee!"

"Then how about we go to the nearest army outpost first, I'm sure they can—"

Evidently having heard enough, the woman grabbed the gun that was still sitting in the cup holder and pointed it right at Cameron's face. It was shaking in her hands, but her face was set.

"We are going to get my son."

Cameron saw that nothing short of death was going to stop her, and that was understandable. If it were his kid then he'd do the exact same thing. But that didn't make things any more pleasant.

Exhaling, he said, "Fuck." Cameron grabbed the gun out of the woman's hands and turned off the safety. "Okay, lady, if any of those things get close to us, you shoot it in the head, got it?" he asked, handing the gun back.

"Yes," she answered. "I'm Marge."

"Cameron."

Following the GPS directions, Cameron began driving towards the suicide mission. Thanks a lot, Eli.