Half a day had passed, and all was quiet for the teens waiting around in the dark. To no surprise none of the teens were able to get ahold of their family members…Not a single person was picking up. No land-line phones, no cellular devices, nobody was answering their calls and it only made the teens worry. Fox had dismissed the teens to do whatever for the time being. Some tried to keep their minds occupied to escape the thoughts that their families could possibly be dead, while others wept in corners hoping, praying they would see them again. Alive and well. Fox however spent his time overlooking this collection of weapons his father had collected for them to use at their own disposal and protection.

There were many different types of weapons. Anything from handguns, SMG's, assault rifles, and even some of the more sophisticated laser weaponry as well. Fox had never fired laser weapons before, and he was no weapon expert either. He only really knew what his dad had taught and shown him. From his understanding, there were two different kinds of laser weapons. Those that fire off an ammo system, and those that do not. Laser weapons that fired from a disposable battery pack similar to a magazine for bullet weapons were more precise and deadly. However their weakness lied in just that same strength, they only fired until the pack ran out. Laser weapons that ran off a cooling system would let you fire for quite a while, however these weapons were more sporadic in terms of power and accuracy. And once they overheated it would be quite a while before they would recharge and cooldown for resuming fire. Until they learned more about the basics of gun safety, for Fox to try and teach his small militia group of survivors how to operate weapons, they would use the guns that ran off of a cooling system.

However weapons that used metal bullets also had its advantages and disadvantages compared to laser weapons. They were much louder than laser weaponry, as because they only charged to a certain extent and were designed to be quiet. However what Fox noticed is that there were all kinds of attachments available to the weapons that used metal bullets, and could heavily modify all the weapons they would use to be as useful and resourceful as they could. Fox was already doing that, they had enough weapons for everyone to have a main weapon with a sidearm, and he could put people in specialized jobs. Fox always wanted to fire a sniper rifle, and the powerful charged laser rifle hanging from the walls known as 'Judgment' was the perfect candidate for him. But he knew Falco had the better eyesight, and could make every shot count from long distance when he needed to.

Fox knew he was always going to be on the front line, so it would be smart to get acquainted and familiarize himself with the Scatter Gun, the laser cooling weapon equivalent to a shotgun. This powerful weapon had the best of both types of laser weaponry. It had a powerful, high efficiency cooling system so it could fire blasts multiple times over, however packed a powerful punch. This was the only cooling laser rifle that had a charge system to hold the power for maximum destruction. They had many different types of weapons down here. Handguns, shotguns, rifles, machine guns, sniper rifles, weapons that used electrical currents, grenade launchers, flash bangs, smoke bombs, and much more. It was just a matter of learning these tools.

But that's not all the kids had. No Fox had also found a stash of sharp and deadly melee weapons. Machetes, hand-axes, hunting knives, and a lot more.

That's what Fox had been doing all this time, familiarizing himself with these weapons so he could eventually teach his friends. For the moment the decision was to stay…but they wouldn't just sit in the dark waiting for the supplies to run out. No while they were down here they would train, to learn to now only operate these weapons but as well as operate as a single unit. They may have been kids, young adults, but they were smart enough and mature enough to know what would happen if they weren't prepared for anything. They could stay down here for quite a while, a few months at least, and in that time they would train their minds and bodies into weapons themselves. They had to if they were going to survive out there in the thick of it all…

Fox decided to take a break, he had spent the last few hours going over all the weaponry. Anything from what they had to how much ammunition each type of weapon had. He walked back toward the main commissary area, as no one was really talking except Slippy, Amanda, and Fay. Slippy had felt well enough to stand and get around a bit, and Amanda made him a sling for his hurt arm torn from one of the sheets from the rooms. As Fox approached, they all turned to look at him.

"What did you find out?"

"There should be enough supplies to last us around six months if we stretched everything out to the absolute. This bunker has its own self-sustaining generator, and if we ever get into an emergency power situation, there is actually an energy creating bicycle hidden below that we can pull out and someone peddle to generate power. There is also a system to collect and purify rain water to restore our water supply. And the system has an air-purifier if for whatever reason the air becomes toxic." Slippy explained it all.

"Alright, what about the outlet? Is there any more news on what's happening around the planet and the rest of the system?"

"There is. So far Corneria is using every airport around the city as an emergency staging area where they are telling civilians to go to. Food, water, medical supplies, military protection. There have been no reports of one of the staging areas going dark to the infection. They've also set up this massive refugee center in the heart of the city. The central location so every person has the best chance of making it there. They're bringing in everything to combat the infection. Military, first responders, everything to try and thin the numbers of the infected."

"Sounds like even though a lot of those things are out there, the city is taking the correct measures to keep them under control." Fox tried to sound hopeful, however Slippy wasn't through.

"I don't know Fox. I'm not sure how long it will last. There are just too many people, to many zombies, and not enough soldiers. Not only that, there is even worse news."

"What is that?"

"Refugees from other planets have been coming in the loads of thousands on transport ships to land and receive aid from Corneria. As Corneria is one of the largest and wealthiest planets in the system. But the government has created a strict blockade to keep refugees out, and there is talk of small conflicts along the borders. If tensions continue to rise we could have a war with the rest of the system while the entire system combats the disease."

"Makers what is wrong with people?" Fox sounded infuriated.

"It makes sense, there is only so many supplies to go around. The government has asked anyone handy with a gun to join the planetary militia to go gather resources through hunting, fishing, logging, and the rest to try and keep the supplies from running out when it's already incredibly taxed and depleting fast. We don't have the resources to sustain a bigger population than we already have, those refugees need to be going to another planet or back to their own planet to the fight the plague themselves. It's obvious our government wasn't prepared for such an epidemic, we were caught with our pants down."

Fox took a moment to pause as he soaked it all in. It honestly sounded as if Fox and his friends had better odds of surviving than the rest of the planet. So long as they kept themselves hidden and no one left foolishly…

"What are you thinking that we should do Slippy?"

"At this point Fox, my honest to the Makers assumption is that we have a better chance of surviving this thing than the rest of the planet. They simply don't have enough supplies or personnel to combat this thing and keep it under control until a solution can be figured out. It's already blown completely out of proportion. They are taking anybody at this point willing to volunteer for weapons training to fight on the frontlines."

"Do they know anything about what this thing is or where it came from?"

"They haven't given an official statement as to what happens to an infected person. All they've said is that they are working on it non-stop, and have some of the most brilliant minds on the planet working on it…" Slippy paused for a moment, as he looked away.

"Does that mean…?"

"Yes." He finally looked back. "My father is probably working on trying to figure out what is happening with this virus. He's not a biologist, he works with machines not cells. But he has a pretty deep understanding about what happens when a virus takes over. And at this point what choice do they really have? No one is smarter than my father to try and figure this out. He's probably working with some of the smartest biologists Corneria has to try and figure this out and produce live tests for treatment, if they're still alive that is…"

"Where would they be?"

"Your guess is as good as mine. They wouldn't have them on the planet I think, that would be too risky if the infected broke through the military cordon protecting the research facility or the site of where they're at…My guess is they're somewhere in space, over the planet's atmosphere in a heavily controlled, and protected environment. If I had to guess, that's where your parents would be too. Perhaps even Fara's dad. Hell all of our parents could be on the station or at least with my father if they had round everyone up fast enough through contact with either of our dads."

"I guess we can only hope at this point." Fox crossed his arms as he looked at all the information the three had set up on the center table they pulled out from the terminal. Fox turned to Slippy once again for the answers.

"There really is no reason to leave is there?"

"At this point no." Slippy spoke plainly. "We have the resources needed to survive for quite a while. During this time we can train up, learn to move and work as a team, and ready ourselves for what lies beyond this house. Eventually the supplies for the planet will run out, and when that happens it will be an all-out fight for dominance. Only the strong will survive, and Armageddon will take place. The streets will be ruled by gangs and private militias, and the military will consider anyone outside of their group as hostiles, even civilians. There is no sense in leaving until we absolutely have to."

"What would be our next move at this point?" Fox asked and this time Fay stepped in to answer his question. She was still healing from Bill's death, but slowly but surely she was finding the strength and confidence to live on, to live for her friends and perhaps her family if they ever found each other.

"We had talked about the possible solutions to our problem when it's time to leave. We'll have to find not only a place to hold up but to fortify and defend. It will have to have all the basic necessities to survive such as water and supplies."

"Okay, so what are you suggesting?"

"There are three possible solutions we came up with. The first is to find some kind of massive site that already had everything we needed to some extent. Perhaps not water but enough space that we could rectify some kind of defense and live for the time being. An example would be a huge department store or something along the lines that would have something left. Remember we are talking six months from now, where any form of government will most likely be gone."

"Alright, what's the second option?"

"This is the one I believe is our best bet." Amanda spoke now as she and Fox looked to one another. "Perhaps we should move to a location that is already self-sufficient that we could fortify and improve on. My suggestion, a dam."

"A dam?"

"Yes, not like a massive one. But one that is small enough for us to maintain yet large enough for us to gather people and build up on. We could use the waters currents to create power and generate electricity. There would be fresh water, we could go cut down trees to gather firewood for the cold months. It would be the best way to live off the land while still keeping the necessities to survive."

"Alright. And what's the final option?"

"This isn't really an option, Slippy is just crazy."

"It can work Fay. It won't be easy but if we could pull it off it would be hands down our best bet for survival." Slippy tried to defend his plan, despite how unlikely it may be.

"What is it Slippy?"

"Fox, the best way to survive this we already know is to depend on ourselves. And I mean solely ourselves. We could create an environment that is not only self-sufficient, but also safe."

"How?"

"First we choose a location to isolate, for example your house."

"What do you mean isolate?" Fox wasn't following.

"It will be easier if I just explain it all at once." Slippy took a deep breath of a pause, before continuing on trying to be as simplistic yet descriptive at the same time.

"If we had all the technology scavenged over time, we can create an environment that would be completely self-sufficient as well as out of reach from the infected. First, we grab solar powered rocket boosters and drill them deeply into the four corners of your home. Then we wire them up with enough power to propel and rip your home out of the planet's grasp. We can program them to use solar energy through the day, and at night use power from backup generators that we can also power up similar with the energy creating bike. Next we have to go about water. We could modify the hovercraft so it can collect and purify rain water, as well as the house as its floating in the air. I could build with Amanda's help a cloaking device that suppresses sound from us and the boosters from other survivors. The only thing we would have to scavenge is food and in the future ammunition." Slippy was finally done revealing what he considered was his full proof plan.

"That sounds…" Fox didn't know what to say exactly. It sounded impossible.

"It would be an incredibly difficult task. But if I had all the right tools, materials, and devices I could make it a reality. We escaped the school, I know we can do this."

"Nothing is off the table Slippy. We could also try and leave the planet if need be. Over time we can definitely keep an eye out for all the stuff you would need, but for now we should focus on what we plan to do."

"I understand. For now we survive day by day…I'd give it a day or two to let everyone mourn and pray before we call everyone together for training. I don't have a lab or the tools needed to create an artificial arm but eventually I plan to learn as well. We can track the progress of everyone to see what kind of weapon they are best suited for while also fulfilling a vital job for the rest of the group."

"Were you able to learn about the strengths and weaknesses of infected people?"

"Nothing absolute but by watching them through recordings from news stations I have a few theories. From what I understand they don't respond to sight. However they have very keen reflexes so the moment they hear you they'll lunge. I don't think they have any idea who they are or what they're doing, they seem to be 110% driven by instinct."

"So these things are fast and deadly."

"Yes but if you can move around without making a sound you would be unscathed. I have no idea if heat affects them, or if they can smell like we do, that's all I have so far. The strength of an individual zombie is still not unprecedented, but it's no doubt a pack of them can move barricades and break through incredibly heavy or hard barriers like fences and gates. I've already seen footage of dozens of them completely tearing down a steel barricade at one of the military frontlines."

At that moment their conversation was interrupted by the sound and flashing lights of the terminal as everyone's attention was peaked. Slippy and Fox ran to the terminal as the toad tried to figure out what was causing the panic. After a moment they realized it wasn't anything for them to be aware of, but for the military definitely as there was something troubling going on. They were picking up radio chatter between the central command post and one of the airports set up for the emergency.

"Central Command this is Eastside Airport! We are under attack!"

"Eastside we read you loud and clear, we are sending you additional troops and ground support. Help is on the way."

"No we aren't being attacked by the infected, we're under attack by a group of hostiles!"

"Say again Eastside, what hostiles?"

"A group of hostiles are attacking the airport and destroying the barricade! Shit the infected are breaking through! They have RPG'S and air support for Maker's sake!"

"Understood we are sending the birds out immediately, hold out as long as you can!"

"Hello!? Can you hear me!? We are under attack, gunfire is everywhere and the infected have broken through! Requesting immediate assistance!" After that there was no more radio chatter from the Eastside Airport shelter. All that could be heard was fuzzy gunfire and the sounds of moans from the infected. It stayed that way for several moments until all gunfire and moaning had ceased for now. Slippy tried to use the terminal to get some kind of visual on the site. However all he could get was an air view from a security camera up in the radio tower of the airport.

The entire place was just a disaster, the airport had been caught on fire and bodies were scattered everywhere. Some people were running from the scene, however not all of them made it as they were gunned down from within the airport. Zombies and beings still alive were being killed all the same, until the site was completely silent of anyone fighting for life. Dozens of beings dressed like soldiers came from all around different parts of the airport. Slippy switched the feed from the camera in the tower to one of the cameras actually inside the airport.

It looked no better from the inside, several fires were smoking in multiple spots. Bodies of soldiers, civilians, and zombies alike littered the floor. It looks as though no one was spared from this attack. One of the attackers grabbed the radio receiver as they kneeled down near a dead body, probably the soldier who was calling for aid.

"This is the Final Front. You left us for dead, soldiers and civilians alike when you set up the borders, and left everyone outside the city limits to die. We were the first wave to combat the undead, and also the first to be forsaken. We will perform the job, and put an end to this virus. We will cease all life in the city, and none will be spared. We will bring you to your knees before chopping off the head of the corruption in the military and the government. You have witnessed our power, and our numbers only grow. Be warned, we will strike when you least expect it, and we are coming for you."

The soldier left it at that as he stood back up, and executed the soldier who wasn't quite dead. Pulling out his pistol and blasting him straight in the head, as well as a nearby zombie trying to get back up. However the most interesting part of the scene was when the soldiers departed. They all just vanished, dematerialized into nothing. And just like that, they were gone. All that was left was the destruction in their wake.

X

It was late at night, some of the teens were sleeping while a few were still awake. Either trying to cheer the other up or were just sitting alone in their thoughts. Many of them were freaked out to what they had witnessed today. A group of armed and dangerous militia soldiers were fighting off the infection and the government…By promising to cease all life on the planet. In the normal world you would have to be crazy to think a rogue military group could pull that off. But they didn't live in the normal world, they lived in a world that was ran by madness and death. The government had no resources to put a stop to the Final Front as well as fight off the disease. This would be a rather serious thorn in their sides, only time would tell how serious of a wound they would prove to be.

"Hey." Krystal said to Fox as she sat by his side, leaning up the wall where she stumbled at first. "How are you holding up?"

"I'm still a little spooked, but I'm okay. How about yourself?"

"I don't know how I am." Fox didn't know if Krystal was referring to the fact that she couldn't get ahold of her parents, or because of how much alcohol she had consumed. Many of the teens had been drinking to try and numb the pain they were all going through, however most of them were passed out sleeping at this point. Krystal took another sip from her bottle of rum before coughing to try and get some air.

"Want some?" She offered the vulpine.

"Sure." Fox took the bottle from her grasp and took a swig holding it upwards. However after a moment he also gasped for air, to try and clear his burning throat. He set the bottle down between the two as they stayed silent for a few more moments.

"Are we going to die Fox? Are we ever going to escape this nightmare?" She said aloud out of nowhere. Fox didn't know if the alcohol had made Krystal lose grasp on the world around her, or be enlightened.

"I don't know Krystal." He wished he had a better answer for the girl, probably deep in thought about the choices they were making. In the grand scheme of things, it all seemed so pointless. In time, they would all die.

"I didn't think you did, I just wanted to talk. Someone to talk too." Krystal admitted, the two not looking at one another.

"I'm sorry." Is all he could give her.

"Why is this happening? What did we do to deserve this?"

"I don't know why it's happening Krystal. All I know is that we have each other, and we have our friends. We can survive this thing if we stick together and work together."

"I wish I had your optimism Fox, as well as your confidence." Krystal paused as she took another swig from the bottle, coughing to try and get some air after. "My people…Some of us can see the future, though I doubt any of my people foresaw this."

"I know it's not easy to accept. But in time I think we will all come together."

"Fox…You know I wanted to believe you earlier today. I wanted to believe that we could overcome this disease. But now seeing that the living are turning on one another with the Final Front…I'm not sure if I believe you anymore." Krystal admitted her fear, without skipping a beat. It sounded as though she had already given up.

"They're vile beings." Krystal looked to Fox to see anger and even hatred in his eyes. "They're worse than the zombies. They kill the living when we should be trying to defend one another. They're…The Worsen."

"The Worsen?" Krystal asked.

"People who kill the living for their own selfish gain. Like Mr. Jay when he killed all the teachers. Those that kill because there is nobody to stop them from abusing and killing the weak and defenseless. We should be banning together, strengthening one another to survive and outlast the zombies. Yet the evil ones are corrupting the strong and absorbing the weak. They're worse than the infected."

Fox was finally done explaining himself as he felt like his anger was at its boiling point. He didn't understand why people were killing other living people when a bigger threat was all around them. Society should be brining each other up, not yanking another down. At this rate, society will cease to exist. Only a society of the living dead will roam the planet, and the entire system. No goal, no ambition, the only agenda is to feast on the living until it is time to feast again.

"The Worsen huh? It should be our codename for any hostile person." Krystal smiled as she took another swig, and handed the bottle over to Fox for him to catch up with her. Nothing was spoken between the two, not for several moments until Krystal shifted posture to face the vulpine.

"Fox." She got his attention as Krystal suddenly grabbed his face and brought him toward her, yanking him into a quick kiss before letting him go. Even though she put some space between their lips, the blue vixen still cradled his face lovingly.

"Look Fox, there's something you need to know. You need to know that…I love you. I'm sorry that it's taken me this long to tell you how I feel but, you needed to know before one of us die. I can't say how or why but…I have a feeling my time is coming to an end. And I'll die a little bit happier knowing I told you how I felt." With no more words Krystal let go of the vulpine, and picked herself up as well as the bottom as best as she could and headed to sleep like the others.

Fox was completely lost for words. He didn't know if it was just the alcohol talking, or if Krystal was actually serious about what she said. It could be one or the other, or a combination of the two. It made sense. They may have had the supplies needed to survive for some time, but nothing was set in stone. Anything could happen, and any of them could die at any time. Even with the best case scenario, they were only stalling out the inevitable. There was no escape from this fate.

But Fox didn't think that was true. So long as they had each other, and worked together. Anything was possible, even surviving in this new dangerous world. Fox believed that so long as they stayed together, one day they would achieve a life worth living for each other.

X

Fox suddenly awoke in the dead of night, far deep into the hours of the dark. He was the only one that had stirred awake, as he looked all around him for a moment, and listened deeply.

"Everyone get up!" He said quietly yet forcibly as everyone around him began to stir awake, minus Slippy still sleeping in the corner.

"What?" Someone called out as Fox threw the sheets to the side.

"There's someone here." Fox jumped out of bed as he called out to the terminal. "Lights on, show all camera feed." The terminal followed his command, as he ran to the weapons to retrieve one he actually knew what to do with. Fox grabbed the Scatter Gun as he went back to the terminal, to see the scary invasion of his home.

"Look around Jack, see if we can find anything."

"Sure." Two men were calling out to one another, scavengers, looters, thieves as they entered Fox's seemingly abandoned home. At this point all the teens were awake and eye widened as everyone was watching the screen. It was hard to tell what races of beings were pillaging through Fox's home, all that was clear as it was two men both armed with a single pistol.

"Nothing, not a damn thing…" The man sounded saddened that there was nothing in the home of value or use, because Fox and his friends had already picked the house clean.

"Looks like someone else was already here…"

"Probably the people who owned the property. It's been a day, this much shouldn't be missing unless it was the family living here trying to get off the planet or so."

"What do we do now? Those things are all over the place."

"We have to keep moving, hunkering down here with nothing isn't going to get us anywhere."

"Why don't we try for the Central Refugee Center?"

"We'll never make it…Those things are everywhere and we don't have enough ammo to make it all the way there…"

"Why don't we try and help them?" Miyu asked out loud as everyone gave her a crazed look, was she insane?

"Because we don't know anything about these people. They're armed and they're most likely dangerous." Slippy gave the most logical answer.

"And if we don't help them they might die!"

"We might die!" Katt argued as Miyu shook her head.

"We can't just throw them to the infected, not when we have the means to save them…" She wasn't liking how this conversation was going. "If we have the means to save people, but don't, how are we any better than the Final Front?"

"Because we don't kill the living." Fox gave to Miyu in a stern voice before the two locked eye contact.

"Refusing to help or killing them yourself, there's no difference!"

"Quiet!" Fay shut everyone up as they all hushed their tones. "Remember we don't know if this place is really sound proof or not."

"What was that!?" One of the two men said as they began to panic and tread lightly on their feet. They moved through the darkened house to spot outside the windows toward the front of the house. Infected were moving all throughout the streets, as the group could see the camera feed outside. How many there were in total was unclear, as some were wandering through the streets while others on the other side of the homes. The two strangers just looked toward one another.

"Fuck man what do we do!?" They were yelling in whispers to each other.

"We run for it, make every shot count."

"There's no way we'll make it."

"And if we stay here they'll find us. If we stay here we'll die, we should at least give ourselves a fighting chance."

"I guess we'll see if they really have eyesight or just react to sound." Amanda said aloud, Miyu was the only person still in complete shock at what the group was doing, or at least wasn't willing to do.

"They're not lab rats! If we let them go they'll die! We have to help them!"

"No Miyu!" Fox interjected as he gave the lynx a harsh stare. She was afraid, but she was trying to be indifferent and brave. "It's one thing to pick up people who are completely helpless or someone we know, but these men are armed and clearly hostile! Bringing them in can get us all killed!"

"If you won't help them then I will!" Miyu bolted for the door upfront as nobody was prepared to try and stop her.

"Stop!" Fox chased after her Scatter Gun still at hand. Some watched the two race up the stairs while others the newsfeed, and a small panic flooded through the group.

"What should we do!?"

"We can't just let those two get out! They're basically calling the infected to find us!"

"Stop them!" Falco finally was done being a spectator as he ran after the two. Amanda turned back toward the screen as the two men nodded at each other.

"On my count…go!" The two went out the door instantly getting attention from the infected as they swung the door open fast and hard. They started popping off shots fast, and was running down the street.

"Don't stop go!" Jack called out to his friend, only it was too late. His partner had ran out of shots, constantly hearing then empty clicking sound of the trigger of his gun. The infected surrounded him completely, until they tore into him and took him down. Amanda could see that in Jack's distraction two of the infected each grabbed and bit into an arm, tearing flesh from being as he fired shots wildly into the air, before being taken down screaming in agonizing pain.

A moment later Miyu and Fox were at the front door as seen on the camera feed, where the lynx was stunned in terror as she saw the being torn apart, screaming at the top of his lunges. They met eye contact for a moment before a zombie crawled on top of his face, ripping flesh away and even bit an eye out of its socket.

What did mortal beings do to deserve such a cruel way to die? She was so frozen in terror Miyu wasn't moving as the dead closed in on her. Before they were barely in range to lunge, Fox swept her behind him with one arm, and fired the Scatter Gun right outside the doorway of his front door. A mini explosion of laser light was instantly summoned in front of the two beings still alive, and blew apart the two zombies reaching for Miyu for a late night snack. The kickback from the blast even propelled Fox and Miyu a couple of inches back onto their backsides, not prepared for such a mighty kickback from the sophisticated weapon.

"Shit!" Fox recovered quickly as he forgot the gun and got the front door, such loud sound got the attention of nearly every undead in the immediate vicinity of the area, as he slammed the door shut barely able to block out a few undead trying to get in.

He looked toward the girl still stunned on the ground. "Go get back to the basement!" She didn't listen as the lynx didn't give a verbal reply, just shaking her head back and forth. She was too stunned, too shaken up and wasn't willing to move of her own accord.

That's when Falco picked her up as he looked toward Fox. "Forget the door let's get back!"

"I got it locked! Let's go!" Fox picked up the Scatter Gun as they raced back through the hallway and into the basement, Fox slamming the door behind them and they rejoined the group. The two men breathed easy as they went back to the feed, more and more zombies were banging against his front door trying to break it off of its hinges.

"What do we do? Just let them break the door down?"

"We have no choice, those shots rang the dinner bell for all the zombies in the area, even if it gives there's no way they could break through the door into the basement, nobody from the outside can."

"Miyu?" Fay kneeled down to her friend who just held a mouth hung open and large, fearful eyes. She just watched as another being died right in front of her. If only she wasn't a coward, if she had reacted. Perhaps she could have done something to save him.

A moment later she broke down in tears, letting out a loud, despondent cry as she couldn't stand this reality with a sane mind anymore. Everyone just let her cry, as Fay tried to comfort her and soothe her sobs as quietly as she could. Everyone else's attention was back toward the screen, with two fresh corpses most of the zombies had given up on the door, and joined the two large feeding frenzied groups in on this late night dinner.

"There's no way they could have made it." At this point Slippy had been set free, as he looked toward Fox. "The Refuge Center is miles and miles from here. With little ammunition, they didn't have a snowball's chance in hell."

"The same thing will happen to us if we leave here unprepared." Fox gave back as he looked toward Miyu. Everyone saw what she was like, how she reacted and responded to the situation at hand. She froze in place, unable and unwilling to offer any kind of assistance or even respond to seeing someone die right in front of her.

"There's no way we can leave her on a whim. If our bodies and minds aren't trained to stay alive, we won't survive outside this place." Fox looked over toward his band of survivors.

"Agreed." Falco and Slippy stepped up to both his sides, as Fox peered to them all one-by-one.

"Any objections?" He gave but none had a rebuttal. Fara, Amanda, and especially Miyu. No one disagreed this time around. They all saw on the newsfeed or up close what would happen if they left here so soon. They would end up dead, nothing but torn flesh and bone, a meal for the zombie outbreak.

After this the group couldn't have been any lower. They had their homes, their family, their very lives torn away from them. They had already lost one of their own, and who knows how many countless others have fallen prey to this outbreak. The Final Front was out there, wishing to cease all life on the planet. But through the ashes in the wake of their most desperate hour. A vulpine would call to rally his militia.

"We saw what would happen if we went out there now. Most, if not all of us, will die. I still can't control what you do. If you want to go out there and face that, I can't stop you. But stay here, learn, train, and fight for our lives and for one another. Let's stay to not just live in this world, but to create a life worth living."

"Here here." Falco was impressed by this little pep talk, as the two smiled toward one another. Fox looked to all his friends, his loved ones as some of their frowns began to change, just like their feelings on the whole situation. He put his hand out in the center, at first alone as he tried to spark something inside them all.

He was soon joined by another, and another, soon all the hands of his friends filled the circle. Even Miyu and Fay had gotten up and put their hands in, showing their commitment to staying and training up with the gear.

"We'll find our parents, we'll fight as one, we'll find a place to call home, and we'll survive."

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Author's Notes

Been a while again. My computer was in urgent need of repair (to the point I couldn't use it without them) but didn't really have the money to do so.

Got if fixed right before WoW: Legion went live so that ate my time up until just early in October. However got back into League of Legends again.

Hope you guys enjoy this one and hope to hear from you all soon!