For the Survivors, getting out of the city was a challenge. They went through a series of obstacles like avoiding road blocks and damaged roads. They also had to avoid the infected, especially Tanks. They didn't take too kindly of vehicles louder than them and would always attack.

The Survivors soon learned that their troubles were far from over. Although they were out of the city, they still had to avoid road blocks, as it seemed they were everywhere. To make it worse, the truck ran out of gas. So now, the Survivors have to continue their trip to safety on foot.

It wouldn't have been so bad, if they were able to keep their primary weapons. They lost them during a Tank attack, when their weapons fell out of the truck. So now, the Survivors were stuck with their pistols. To make it worse, they lost their other pistols during the same attack.

So, each of the immune had one pistol each as they continued down the road. Just as it seemed their luck had run out, the Survivors spotted some firearms. Beside the firearms were four first aid kits and a pile of ammo.

They rushed over to the packs and weapons. As they each equipped a weapon and strapped a pack to their backs, a person appeared behind them. "I heard Riverside held out," said the person. The Survivors spun around upon hearing that to see none other than Louis.

Bill blinked, his face twisting into confusion. As the three Survivors stared at Louis, their healths suddenly replenished, which made their wounds disappear. Bill looked down at his shoulder, noticing his injury was gone. It's as if it was never there.

Bill turned towards his team. His eyes widened when he realized their injuries were gone, too. He blinked as he thought, How come some areas we get rejuevenated, and others we don't?

Zoey turned back to Francis and Bill, saying, "Unless someone has a better plan, I say we should head there." Francis scanned the area, taking notice of the crashed and abandoned vehicles. Louis strapped the last pack onto his shoulder, then equipped a weapon.

Everyone except Bill moved forward. "Somethin' ain't right here," he said quietly. Louis looked around. When he noticed someone was missing, he stopped walking.

He turned around to see Bill still standing near the pile of ammo, staring off into the distance. "Bill, are you coming?" Louis asked. Bill blinked away his thoughts. "Huh?" was his reply.

Louis blinked. "I said, are you coming?" he repeated. Bill nodded, raising his weapon. He hurried over to Louis.

The two Survivors then headed toward their teammates. Francis and Zoey were shooting infected on the other side of the broken bridge when Bill and Louis reached the edge. "Shit! The bridge's out. We gotta find another way around," Louis said, peering down the hole.

Bill spotted a ladder ahead. "We gotta climb that ladder," he said, pointing. As they made their way down the hill beside the bridge, the Survivors took out any infected that were there. They finally caught up with Zoey and Francis just as they were entering the tunnel.

As the Survivors headed deeper into the tunnel, Bill suddenly wasn't feeling at ease. "I have a bad feeling about this," he said, reloading his submachine gun. "Stop being so pessimistic," Francis suddenly replied. "We might get lucky this time."

Bill glared at him. "That's what you said last time and look where we ended up." Francis rolled his eyes. A few moments went by before someone else spoke.

"Shit! The tunnel's blocked," Louis called, pointing ahead. In front of him was a large barricade. It blocked off the rest of the tunnel. Zoey turned to the left and spotted a opened doorway.

"Let's go through here," Zoey beckoned, entering the doorway. Her teammates followed. As they descended the stairway, Bill thought he heard crying. He outstretched his arm, preventing Louis and Francis from going any further.

Zoey, who was ahead of them, reached the bottom steps. Francis opened his mouth to protest, but Bill shushed him. He listened out for the cries before turning to his teammates. "Do ya hear that?" he asked.

Louis blinked. "Hear what?" he replied. Bill turned back around, still listening out for the cries. Francis narrowed his eyes. "We don't hear shit, Bill. So can you move your arm out of the way?" he demanded, cocking his shotgun.

Bill lowered his arm, but didn't move from his spot. His teammates walked pass, heading the rest of the way down the stairs. After a moment, he gave up. Bill followed Louis and Francis as they entered a room.

Zoey was already inside when they entered. She was shooting a hunter when Bill approached her. The Hunter let out a shriek, then leapt away when she'd stopped his attempt to pounce her. "Zoey, did'ja hear a cry?" Bill asked.

Zoey spun around, beginning to reload. "A cry? As in a witch's cry? No, I haven't heard any," she replied. Just then, both of the Survivors heard a shriek. They spun around in time to see the Hunter soaring through air, heading towards them.

Before they could shoot, the Hunter crashed into Zoey. The impact caused her to stumble back. Blood splashed onto her jacket as the Hunter let out his final shriek. "That's mine!" Francis called, as the corpse slid off Zoey and hit the floor.

Bill and Zoey turned to see the big grin on the biker's face from where he stood. The Survivors soon began searching the area for any supplies. As they searched, Bill realized he may be losing his mind.

I told myself to forget about her, Bill thought. And yet, here I'm thinking I'd heard some cryin'. Am I going to assume every goddamn witch is her?

The Witch has been on his mind ever since they met many hours ago. He didn't know at the time she'll act the way she did. He almost wished she'd kill him instead.

Bill then remembered when he believed he was done for, the Witch saved him from that hunter. She even protected him from a horde. The only thing he told her was, "Thanks," before running off.

Maybe I've been a little too harsh on her, Bill thought, shoving away a infected business woman. Wait, what the hell am I thinkin'? She'd killed Francis, she probably killed Louis and had threatened to kill Zoey!

The sound of gunfire snapped the veteran out of his thoughts. He turned to the left. Bill noticed the night sky through an opened doorway. He approached the doorway.

When Bill reached the door frame, he began looking around. Some infected were outside and wandered about, not taking notice of his presence. The full moon hung high in the sky, shining brightly.

A light breeze blew, rustling the hair on some of the infected. Beyond the group was a building. It rested on top of a hill. There was a drawing on the wall beside a red steel door.

Bill leaned out to see the drawing better, but not far enough to be noticed. He immediately recognized the drawing was a house with a plus sign in the middle. The drawing indicated that a safe house was nearby. Bill pulled back, then turned around.

"Safe house ahead!" he called. His teammates spun around simultaneously. "We made it!" Louis shouted happily, although none of the Survivors were near it. They regrouped, then exited the building.

As the Survivors made their way to the safe house, Bill wondered did he really hear a witch's cry, or if it was his imagination. He wasn't so sure, especially since a Boomer seemed to appear out of nowhere and exploded on him.

Francis had shot the infected, but Bill didn't know that. The explosion caused him to stumble. "Eww. Oh, shit!" he groaned. A moment later, a horde arrived.

The infected lunged at Bill, their hands balled into fists. They were determined to kill him. Bill began shooting blindly. His teammates joined him, killing and shoving away the infected.

The Survivors huddled, shooting the infected from different directions. However, it didn't stop them from accidentally shooting each other. "Goddammit! Will you knock it off?" Francis cried when a bullet pierced his back.

"You gotta stop that shit, Zoey!" Louis yelled, a moment later. "Ah! Dammit, Bill!" Zoey shouted, after she was shot in the arm. "What the hell are you doing, Francis?" Bill demanded, reloading the last clip into his weapon.

Louis suddenly heard a shriek. His eyes widened in horror when he realized what made that shriek. A second later, a hunter pounced him. "Get it, Get it. Get it off me!" he cried, trying to push it off.

He continued to call for help as it dug its inhuman fingers into his flesh. Zoey had heard his cry and spun around. Raising her weapon, she pointed it in the duo's direction.

After taking aim, the former college student fired. Her first shot missed the special infected, but it clipped Louis in his side. "Zooooey!" he shouted angrily. She ignored his shout as she continued firing the Hunter.

The Hunter let out a shriek as it body flew off the bald male. He immediately rose to his feet. "Thanks for that," Louis said. Zoey smiled as she began reloading her pistol.

After finishing off the horde, the four Survivors ran the rest of the way to the safe house. Louis was the last one to enter the building. He slammed the door shut. He leaned on the door, loudly panting.

Louis wiped sweat from his brow. Meanwhile, despite only losing fifteen percent of his health, Francis healed himself with his first aid kit. After he finished, he strapped another onto his back. Zoey was healing Bill as he collected more ammuntion for his submachine gun.

Before she could finish, the Survivors suddenly froze in their spots. Louis didn't even get the chance to move from the door. "Hell yeah!" Francis cheered before becoming completely motionlessly. Suddenly the words, We're safe... for now, appeared in front of them.

Bill tried to move his mouth to speak, but he couldn't. Bill couldn't even change his facial expression. He was as frozen as a statue. What type of bullshit is this? I can't frigging move or talk! he thought, staring at the text.

The Witch was on the verge of tears as she ran through the woods. How does the Witch keep losing Bill? One minute, he's with her, but the next minute, he's gone. A hour passed since she'd managed to get out of the city.

She wasn't so sure where Bill could be. She thought he was surely gone when the helicopter flew away, until she found the crash site, a few hours later. The Witch thought the Survivors weren't going to get out of the city in that truck, but it appeared that they did.

She never found the vehicle, and she doesn't believe that to be good. The truck could be anywhere! Tears streamed down her face as she bowed her head. How does he keep vanishing?

Maybe it's those kidnappers, who seemed to appear out of nowhere and snatch him up, the Witch realized. Are they Connery fans, too, and are they jealous of her, because she's a bigger fan? Is that why they keep taking the veteran away from her?

The Witch looked up to see she had entered a trainyard. She looked around the area just as the tears began blurring her vision. With the back of her hand, the Witch wiped away the tears. There was no sign of him or the other Survivors.

The Witch let out a long sigh. Why would the Survivors be in a trainyard? They got their escape vehicle and fled from the city, so there was no reason to be here. Still, there was a possibility that Bill could be here.

There were a few buildings around. The Witch decided she would search them first. She began heading toward the building on her right. Just then, she heard someone shout, "Reloading!"

She immediately stopped in her tracks. That voice.. it sounded so... familiar. The Witch blinked as she stared into the doorway, which was left open. Was that voice of her beloved Bill?

There was only one way to find out. Letting her curiosity get the better of her, the Witch began to approach the doorway. As she drew closer, she heard gunfire. Her heart began to throb in her chest.

The Witch was so sure there was a Survivor inside of the building, but what she wasn't sure if they were Bill or not. When she reached the doorway, the gunfire ceased. She repeatedly blinked, wondering why the Survivor had stop shooting.

Did the person die, or did they kill the infected and decided to cease fire? Before the Witch could try coming up with a possible answer, she heard another voice. "Here, I saved this for you," said the voice.

Her eyes widened in surprise. The Witch was really certain that the second voice came from Bill, because it did come from him. Bill was in the building! Why was he here, though?

Did he escape from his kidnappers? But she heard two voices, not one. Maybe two of them were dead, the Witch thought. Her eyes scanned the area as she entered the building.

Unfortunately for her, all three of Bill's "kidnappers" were still with him. The Witch wandered through the building. Boxes were piled on top of one another. Papers were scattered around the rooms.

A trail of blood lead to a corpse. Flies swarmed around the decaying body as a putrid smell rose from it. The putrid smell tickle her nose, but the Witch ignored it. She ventured deeper into the room.

There was a pistol resting on top of a table. The table was beside the corpse. The Witch noticed the gun and decided to approach it. Have any of the Survivors used this gun?

It was the exact same model of handgun they'd use. As she approached the firearm, the Witch suddenly heard the sound of a door open. Did it lead outside? Whether the door lead them out the building or not, she realized the Survivors were leaving.

She knew she had to hurry and catch up with the Survivors. If she didn't, they'll disappear with Bill and she may never see him again. The Witch didn't care if his captors take her as a threat. She had to save Bill.

The Witch got into her attack stance, then charged toward the direction where she heard the door open. Her long hair flew behind her as she ran. If they were afraid of her, then they should leave her Bill alone. Otherwise, she'll feel obligated to kill them.

XXX

Meanwhile, the Survivors were killing infected and searching the trainyard for any useful items. Their main goal was to try to reach the small town of Riverside. So far, they had gone off course, thanks to the barricade inside of that tunnel.

Now, the Survivors were trying to find an alternative route. Zoey winced as a wave of pain washed over her body. The pain pills she was given had relieved some of the pain, but the pills' effect were beginning to wear off. Zoey closed her eyes as she held her side.

A hunter had scratched and pounced her while she and her team were going through some drains. They believed the drains were going to lead them to Riverside. The trainyard had been awfully quiet, despite the handful of infected roaming the area, in which the Survivors took out.

Louis suddenly spotted another building. This building rested on top of a landing. Maybe they could find an exit and, perhaps, a road leading to town? Louis turned back to his team.

"Guys, let's check out that building," he pointed. Zoey opened her eyes at the sound of his voice. Louis' team followed his finger. When they spotted the building, the Survivors decided to go search inside of it.

As they approached the building, Bill suddenly had the feeling that he was being watched. He was, but he didn't know who - or what - was watching him. It turned out to be a smoker.

It watched Bill with its only eye. The Smoker hid behind a trailer. It let out a loud cough, but none of the Survivors seemed to notice. Just as Louis was within thirty feet from the stairway, the ground began to shake violently.

The quake was followed by a deafening roar. The Survivors knew all too well what was causing that. "TAAANK!" Francis yelled, opening fire on the infected as it emerged from behind a train trailer. The Tank swung its broad arm at the biker.

Francis backed away, narrowly dodging the punch. His teammates had also open fire on the Tank. They were too distracted by the Tank that none of them noticed the Smoker had crept up behind them.

The Smoker gaped its mouth, then cried, "Gahhh!" Bill suddenly heard a voice from behind and recognized it. He spun around in time to see the Smoker. He didn't have enough time to shoot before its tongue wrapped around him.

"No, NOOOOOO!" Bill screamed, dropping his weapon. His scream was drowned out by the gunfire. Bill grabbed the tongue with both hands as the Smoker dragged him away from his team.

When he reached the special infected, the Smoker began to constrict him. Bill let out cries out of pain as he struggle to free himself from its grasp. He turned his head toward his teammates.

Francis was reloading his shotgun while the Tank heaved a chunk of rubble at him. When the rubble made contact, Francis was knock off his feet. Zoey was shooting the Tank, until she ran out of ammunition in her hunting rifle. As she switched back to her pistols, Louis was shooting the Tank.

"Help!" Bill cried. He was having trouble breathing. The air was being sucked out of him. His teammates still didn't hear him over the Tank's roars.

Bill's vision was beginning to blur. Goddamit, people! I'm in trouble here! he thought. Are they really going to let me die like this? His teammates still didn't seem to know of his absence.

It seemed that he was going to be killed by the Smoker. All hope for him appeared to be lost. Suddenly, Bill heard a shriek. His eyes flew open.

What he saw made his eyes bugged out. A witch was charging toward him, her arms outstretched. Bill began trying to shake harder in the Smoker's grasp. The Smoker believed the witch was here to help him kill the human.

The outcome turned out to be much more different than the infected expected. The Witch ended up killing him. The Smoker exploded, leaving behind a cloud of smoke. Bill collasped onto his knees, coughing.

He grabbed the tongue, then began to remove it from his body. Suddenly, Bill felt arms wrap around him. "What the hell?" he yelled as the Witch bent down and scooped him up. She slumped Bill over her shoulder.

Bill immediately realized what she was doing. She was kidnapping him! "Let go!" he commanded, struggling to break out of the Witch's grasp. The Witch patted his back as if she was trying to burp him before walking.

They were heading further away from his team. Bill, realizing this, decided now it was the time to get their attention. "I need help, people!" he called. Somehow, over the sound of gunfire, Bill's yell managed to catch Francis' attention.

He turned toward the duo while Louis and Zoey were continuing to fight off the Tank. Francis' eyes widened in surprise when he noticed a witch was running off with his teammate. He didn't know why she was doing that, but decided to shoot, anyway.

Francis took aim, then fired. The Witch cried out when the bullets penetrated her arms. Blood began to stream down her hands. The Witch managed not to drop the veteran, despite being shot.

She began to pick up her speed. Francis decided to give chase. He continued to shoot in the duo's direction. One of his shots clipped Bill's arm.

"Jesus H. Christ, Francis!" he shouted angrily. Francis ignored his shout. The Witch reached a wooden fence. She was beginning to think how she was going to climb it without dropping Bill when she heard cocking.

The Witch spun around. Francis slowly approached them, pointing the shotgun in their direction. Bill reached his wounded arm into his gun holster, trying to get his pistol. Francis stopped walking when he reached the duo.

"Drop the old man, or I'll shoot," Francis threatened, gritting his teeth. The Witch narrowed her eyes at him. She began letting out low groans as Bill wrapped his hand around his pistol. Francis narrowed his eyes at the emaciated female.

"I said, drop the old man or I'll shoot your brains out," he repeated, cocking his shotgun. Bill removed the pistol from its holster as the Witch wrapped an arm around him. She tightened her grip on Bill as she raised her other arm.

Her groans grew louder. Francis took a step forward, still pointing his weapon at them. The Witch menacingly shook her free arm, preparing to attack him. Bill managed to turn around, despite being in her tight grip.

"Francis, run!" Bill yelled. Francis blinked. "Huh? Why would I run?" he asked. "The bitch's trying to kidnap you, Bill!"

The Witch continued to groan. "I know that, but she'll kill you again if you shoot," Bill replied. "She killed you back at the hospital and she'll do it again. Besides, I'm the one she's after."

Francis' face suddenly twisted with confusion. "Huh? Again? What the hell do you mean by that?" he demanded. Bill looked over to the Witch. Her eyes were filled with rage.

In any moment, she would attack. Bill turned back to Francis. He was about to ask, "You don't remember dying," when a dark form caught his eyes. It let out a loud groan as it appeared behind the biker.

Bill raised his forearm, then took aim as the dark form began scratching Francis' back. He put a few shots into the dark form before it exploded on them. BOOM! The dark form was actually a boomer.

The two Survivors were splashed with the Boomer's bile. "Holy shit! That's bad!" Francis spat. Within a moment, a horde of infected would arrive. The Witch took this opportunity to flee with her Bill.

She adjusted the elder in her arms, then climbed the fence. When the Witch reached the top, she spotted the horde. They were running on a road, heading toward the trainyard. By the way they were dressed, it appeared they were citizens from a nearby town.

The Witch decided to try to head for that town. Bill and her can rest inside one of the buildings, until she can locate a safer place for them, she thought. The Witch tightened her grip on Bill some more before hopping off the fence. Bill cried out as he lost his grip on his pistol.

He reached his hand out to grab the weapon, but missed. The pistol landed on the ground behind the fence. Some of the infected lunged at the duo. The Witch slashed her arm at the approaching horde as she began moving forward.

The Witch took them out as she and Bill headed down the road. Bill repeatedly blinked as he thought, First, we ran out of gas in our truck, then we find the tunnel leading to Riverside blocked, and now I'm being kidnapped by a Witch? How the hell did she find out where I was? Does my team even know I'm being abducted?

XXX

The duo had entered an abandoned house in the small town's suburbs. Bill tried to reach for the door knob, but he'd accidentally pushed the door away, causing it to close shut. The room instantly became dark. Dammit! he swore mentally.

Suddenly, Bill was removed from the Witch's shoulder. Bill wasn't expecting that and fell onto his butt. The Witch peered out a window, looking out for any infected citizens. So far, the coast was clear.

She let out a sigh of relief. They were safe... for now, the Witch thought. The veteran finally removed the Smoker's tongue from his body. As he rose to his feet, the Witch turned back around.

A smile appeared on the Witch's face as Bill wiped dirt off his jacket. She can't believe her dream had come true. The things she thought she could do to him can actually happen. The Witch couldn't really believe her luck.

By the way things had been going, it seemed she was never to going to get him. Now here Bill was, standing inside of a dark, abandoned home with her. Silence filled the room as Bill turned his gaze on her. He narrowed his eyes at the Witch.

"Why the hell did you kidnap me?" Bill demanded, breaking the silence. The Witch shrank back, startled by the tone of his voice. She thought he wanted to be saved from that biker, who'd opened fire on them. What about that female Survivor?

Who knows what she would've done to Bill if she was still alive? What about that the third Survivor, who'd fled inside of that helicopter with Bill? He could've did some type of harm on her Bill. Those other humans are bad, the Witch believed.

They didn't save Bill from a few hordes of infected, a smoker or a few hunters like she did. The Witch didn't understand why Bill was mad at her. She thought Bill liked her and wanted to be rescued by her.

As if he read her thoughts, Bill spoke, saying, "Those other humans you kept seeing with me were my teammates." Her eyes widened in surprise upon hearing those words. Those humans were his... teammates?

Since when did he have teammates? Those humans weren't with him before, the Witch thought. Bill's probably calling them his "teammates" because those humans had forced him to do so.

"You may not understand what I am telling you, but those people were helping me," Bill continued. "We were trying to get rescued. That is until they'd gotten killed."

Bill then explained to the Witch that the biker and the Junior Systems Analyst she'd killed were two of his three teammates, who'd later appeared in small rooms. His third teammate was the former college student. The same woman the Witch had seen in one of those "Hero's Closets".

When he finished, the silence returned. I still don't understand how those rooms keep bringing my teammates back from the dead, Bill thought, shaking his head. The Witch stared at the veteran, wide-eyed. She didn't know whether to believe what he said or not.

He could be lying, but then again, the Witch doesn't know that for sure. Bill let out a sigh. Why did I even bother? She's a damn witch for crying out loud! Bill reminded himself. Even if she understood what I'd told her, she'll still harm my team.

The Witch took notice of Bill's expression. It appeared he was serious, she thought. So if Bill was telling the truth, then she made their attempt to get rescued even more difficult when she'd attacked his teammates. Her lips began to quiver as tears filled her eyes.

The Witch realized she was doing more harm to Bill, than good, even if her actions didn't directly affect him. Was he better off with his team? The Witch didn't want to believe that. She knew if they come across his team again, then they'll try to kill her.

The Witch didn't know what to believe. She sat down as a sob escaped her throat. She gazed up at Bill, as tears began streaming down her face. The tears fell from her eyes as if rain was falling from the clouds during a storm.

She wrapped her hands around Bill's black combat boot, being careful not to stab him with her nails. She pulled his leg closer to her, which made Bill look down at her. The Witch opened her mouth. "Bah-Bah-eeel," she cried.

Bill's face suddenly twisted into confusion. He couldn't really comprehend what she was saying. "Bah-eeel," she repeated before letting out another sob. The Witch wiped her face with her free hand.

His eyes widened in realization when Bill blurted, "She knows my name!" He meant to say that in his head. The Witch gaped her mouth. So what those other humans had been calling him was his name!

It was actually his nickname since his real name was William, but she knew a name of his nonetheless. She was surprised to even begin to pronounce his name.

Bill suddenly realized this Witch, despite her appearance, had managed to hold onto some of her humanity. He knew she was different from any other Witches he'd encountered before, but didn't really know how. Now, Bill thinks he can see it.

She's a bipolar zombie with a sick obsession over me, Bill thought, turning away from her. That's something I don't expect to be in a romance flick, but who am I to say that hasn't already happened? Heck, some sick-minded authors could've already put that in their stories.

Bill shuddered as he had another thought. How the hell did she know my name, let alone knew how to pronounce it? What's next, she can form proper sentences and knows how to fire a gun? Something ain't right here, and when I find out what it is, it ain't going to be pretty.

The Witch shook his leg, trying to get his attention. Bill snapped out of his thoughts before lowering his gaze. The Witch's eyes sparkled as she gazed into his. She decided to believe him about those other humans being his teammates and wanted to apologize for killing them.

The Witch assumed they were kidnapping him, because they were armed and seemed to appear out of nowhere. If they were kidnapping him, then why did they let him keep his weapon? The captors usually discard any weapons from their captives. The Witch wondered how she was going to apologize.

She thought about it as Bill, meanwhile, was fumbling in the dark, looking for a light switch. He bumped his hip into a table. "Ow!" he cried, reaching his hands out. The table rocked back and forth a few times before settling down.

Bill placed a hand on his hip when he remembered his flash light. He reached his free hand into his gun holster where he usually kept the flash light when it was not in use. Just as he wrapped his hand around it, Bill heard a sound.

He immediately looked up. The Witch, glowing red, reached her arms toward him. Bill widened his eyes before raising his forearm. As her arms wrapped around him, Bill had accidentally clicked on the light. The light shone brightly in the infected's face.

The Witch let out a gasp of surprise before releasing Bill. She placed her arms in front of her face to shield herself from the light. She stepped back into the darkness. Bill blinked as he continued to point the light in her direction.

"Well, that's one thing that makes her like the other witches," Bill said. "They hate flash lights being pointed at them."

The Witch lowered her arms as she repeatedly blinked. What was Bill thinking when switch on that flash light? He could have blinded her! She noticed Bill still had the light pointing in her direction.

The Witch wanted to apologize, but she can't do it if he's going to have that light on. She decided to take the flash light from him. As her vison readjusted to dark, the Witch began approaching Bill. Bill's eyes widened in horror as he watched.

He began backing up. He took his hand off his hip, then reached down into his gun holster. Bill was trying to locate his other pistol. To his horror, he remembered, I never went looking for a second pistol! Bill's back suddenly made contact a wall.

He raised both hands as the Witch continued to approach him. She suddenly stepped on a object. The Witch gaped her mouth as she tripped. She reached out both arms, trying to find something to grab to prevent from falling.

Bill's eyes grew wider as he realized she was going to fall on him. The next thing that happened surprised both of them. The Witch's lips made contact with his. When her body collided with his, Bill stumbled.

Despite having his back on the wall, Bill lost his balance. The duo collasped into a heap on the floor. They laid, unmoving, for a moment. A light breeze blew, blowing a flier pass the house.

The Witch pulled her head up. Her hair had fallen into her face. As she brushed the hair away, she sat up. The Witch lowered her gaze to the man beneath her.

She expected to see Bill nervously smiling as he blushed just like in her fantasy. Instead, she saw a shocked expression on his face. The Witch blinked repeatedly as they stared at each other. Silence had fallen over them.

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The three Survivors finally reached the entrance of Riverside. The entrance was blocked, to their misfortunate. As Zoey and Louis were looking around the area, Francis took notice of a sign.

He pointed his flash light at the sign. It read, "Welcome to Riverside." Riverside? Isn't this the town Louis said had held out? Francis thought, remembering what Louis had said earlier

"Bill! Bill, where the hell did you go?" Louis called, pointing his flash light and weapon around as he turned. Zoey pointed her light into an abandoned vehicle. From what she could see, the car was empty. Francis, meanwhile, was checking out how much spare ammunition he had left.

It seemed he didn't care that his other teammate had went missing. Zoey turned away from the vehicle just Francis pulled out a box of shotgun rounds. Before he could open it, Zoey spoke. "What happened after the Boomer exploded on you?"

He was hoping she talking to Louis, but knew he had nothing to do with Bill's abduction. Francis could pin Louis for it all he wants, but it wouldn't change anything. Francis slowly turned toward her.

He narrowed his eyes. "I already told you everything," Francis replied, stuffing the box back into his pocket. "She took off with him just as the frigging horde appeared."

"Who took off with Bill?" Louis asked, coming from behind Zoey. Francis blinked, turning his glare onto Louis. "The frigging Witch! How many times do I have to tell you guys that before you get it through your thick skulls?"

None of his teammates replied. Francis turned away. He stopped turning when he spotted a cemetery. There was a huge hole in the graveyard's wall.

His eyes widened when he took notice of the "safe house" drawing on the graveyard's wall. His eyes followed the arrow into the graveyard and to a church, which stood beyond it. Spotlights shone from the church's tower, swaying back and forth in the night sky.

Looks like Riverside held out after all, Francis thought, turning back to his team. "Safe house in that church!" he called. Zoey and Louis spun around. The two Survivors took noticed of the drawing as Francis began navigating through the graveyard.

Zoey and Louis soon followed. As they made their way to the church, Zoey and Louis continued to call out their missing teammate's name. Francis let a low groan. A moment later, the Survivors were inside of the church.

A huge hole was in one of the church's walls. The windows had been boarded up with planks of wood. The ceiling looked like it could cave in. The benches were stacked up on either sides of the room.

Blood stained the floor and walls. A safe house door stood on the right side of the hole. There was a table with ammo and four types of firearms on top of it inside another room. The weapons were an assault rifle, automatic shotgun, pistol and hunting rifle.

After getting more ammunition, the Survivors made their way to the safe house door. "Better safe than sorry. Better safe than sorry," said a voice. It was coming behind the red steel door. Louis' eyes widened.

"Another Survivor? Guys, we should ask him to let us into the room," Louis said, turning towards them. "Maybe he knows where that Witch and Bill went." Zoey blinked, but didn't speak.

Francis' expression was cool and distant, as if he didn't cared what'll happen. He cocked his shotgun as a light breeze blew. Louis turned to Zoey, who replied, "Go ahead."

Louis nodded before turning back to the door. "I can't believe he bit me," the man continued. "I should have never let him in." Little did Louis, Francis and Zoey know that the nightmare was still far from over...

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Author's note: Sorry to anyone who thought this chapter was a disappointment. I haven't decided if there will be any real romance between Bill and the Witch. If it does happen, I don't want it to seem rushed, or to take forever. I'll still update this story, though, it may take a while. So, I hope you enjoyed this chapter.