The five of us fit rather well in the Jeep. There was plenty of leg room, and all our weapons, food and belongings fit in the back. Las Vegas was smirking, while Tallahassee was frowning beside her, riding shotgun. Little Rock, Wichita and I sat in the back.

"So…" Little Rock said as she looked at Las Vegas, "How'd you learn to fight like that?"

Vegas looked at her from the rearview mirror and smiled… rather beautifully, I might add. If she had the same hair color of Wichita… well, they'd look like sisters. Her smile took some years off her face, making her look like she was twenty. "I was… a dance instructor." She said, "I was teaching in Vegas when the zombies came. I was lucky enough to fight my way out. "

"Using those?" Little Rock said, pointing at her multiple swords.

"I had a bit of help." Vegas said as she looked at the road, "I had five other people with me, but… the zombies got them. I had to make sure… make sure that any other survivors would not meet them…"

There was a bit of silence, before Little Rock spoke again in a small voice, "I'm… I'm sorry."

She shrugged, "It's quite alright… I never knew them anyway, I travelled with them because one of them was in the Army." She patted the steering wheel of the jeep, "I took this from him when he died, since it was full of weapons when we were fighting. I've been travelling for two months now."

"Wait." Tallahassee interrupted, "You have to get to Miami, and yet it's taking you 2 months? You sure are a slow driver then." He laughed.

"Well, I'm pretty sure with your experience, Tallahassee…" Vegas said, "You'll know that every town you come to is full of zombies, there's a shortage of gas and diesel, a lack of safe resting places, and every so often, I'd have no food or ammunition. So yes, I think it's only logical that I take two months travelling from Vegas to Miami."

Tallahassee stopped laughing, because from our experience in the road, those are the kind of things that often happen to us. I nudged Tallahassee's chair and he muttered softly, "Sorry."

Vegas nodded, before gesturing up the road again. "There is a cottage somewhere near here. I doubt there are a lot of zombies there. We'll stay there for the night and rest up."

The three of us in the back nodded, and Wichita sighed, "I wish there's bath water there. I really need a shower."

I smiled at her, "You smell just fine to me." And Wichita blushed.

Vegas smiled again, "Yes, don't worry. There's water there."

She turned up the corner, into a dirt road and continued on to a big wooden cabin. We got off as she turned off the engine and gestured for us.

She looked at the four of us and nodded towards the house, "The four of you clear up the house if there're any zombies around. I'll see if I can lay some traps for any unwanted visitors."

She headed for the woods around the cabin, and the four of us raised our guns. Tallahassee nodded, and kicked open the door, still aiming his gun. The house was empty as we went inside. Directly in front of us was a staircase.

"I'll check the basement." Tallahassee said, "Rock and Wichita, check this area. Columbus, take upstairs."

Ouch. I'm going solo. I nodded, "Okay… okay. I'll see you guys later."

Tallahassee opened the door to the basement, as two sisters went on to what looked like the dining room.

I kept my gun raised as I stepped up the stairs slowly. Great, it's dim. There were 5 doors in the hallway, and I opened the first door.

Hmm… nothing here. The second and the third door was open, and I saw that they were empty. The fourth room turned out to be a closet, and the last was a bathroom. I opened the curtains and saw there was a bathtub and a shower. Wichita loves her showers. I opened up the faucet to let the water fill the tub, so that the water would be ready for whoever wants to shower first.

"It's clear up here!" I shouted, and as I turned around, there was a feral growl, and I got thrown into the shower. The cold water splattered me as I looked up to find a teenage zombie, about to spring at me. I raised my gun, but he somehow pushed the barrel away. I raised it up as his teeth came down, and it bit the barrel.

Suddenly, the zombie stopped moving, still biting at my shotgun's barrel. I sputtered in the water as I pushed the body away, and a hand gripped me and helped me up. I looked at the zombie to see that a sai had pierced it's brain, and something severed it's neck, though not enough to fully behead it. Just enough to slice its vertebrae.

Vegas was holding her katana, her other hand at my shirt. She looked worriedly at me, "You okay?"

I nodded, my hair clinging to my face, "Yeah… yes, ma'am. I'm fine."

She smiled, just as the other three ran up the stairs. They looked at me and at Vegas, and they lowered their guns.

"It's clear downstairs and in the basement." Tallahassee said and he peered down the zombie, "I thought you said it was clear up here?"

Vegas nodded at the third door, "It was hiding in the closet." She pushed us aside, and after sheathing the sword, she grabbed the zombie by the back of its shirt, it's slightly severed head bouncing.

"Have to throw this downstairs." Vegas said, and looked at the bathtub, "I think we can clean this up enough to get a decent shower…"

Wichita nodded, "We'll clean it up. Little Rock wants the first shower." She smiled down at her sister, who smiled back at her.

"Okay then." She dragged the zombie away, towards one of the rooms, where there was a balcony. I nodded at Wichita and Little Rock, who smiled back, and I followed Vegas and Tallahassee to the balcony.

"There was another zombie out here a little while ago, but I killed it." She said, as she hauled the zombie up the balcony, and throwing it unceremoniously to the ground below. "I've laid some traps, so I think we'll be safe for a couple of days. That should be enough rest for everyone."

"Yeah." Tallahassee said as Vegas dusted her hands and took out a rag she found. "Wichita found some food in the kitchen, and there's a pantry in the basement. It should feed us for a couple of days."

Vegas wiped her sword, and I nodded to it. "That's a pretty cool sword. Where'd you get it?"

"There was a weapons museum that I came to on my way to the mall." She said, before sheathing it again and heading inside and back down the front door to her jeep. We followed her as she opened up the back. "I took my sais there as well, and some weapons." She hauled a bag and brought it inside, "Blades kill quickly, much more than bullets sometimes. But you'd have to come in really close."

She laid the bag down, and opened it, taking out two much smaller katanas, giving it to me and Tallahassee. "Take these… they are wakizashis. Much smaller swords than my katanas." She pointed at me, "Keep them with you at all times."

I nodded, and Tallahassee looked at the blade before tucking it in his belt. She nodded and headed for the kitchen. But Tallahassee bent down , and after rifling through her bag, he pulled out a picture. He gazed at it, and I peeked on his shoulder.

There was much younger, and blonder…. Vegas, smiling and wearing a dress, her arms around a boy that looked like it was 5 years old. Above her was a handsome looking man, his arms around her, smiling at the camera as well. I looked at Tallahassee, "She had a kid…"

But Tallahassee was quiet. I noticed that a muscle in his cheek clenched, and he pocketed the picture. "Hey, Tallahassee, give that back."

"Nope." He said as he shouldered his rifle and headed for the kitchen. I sighed and I followed him as the scent of sausages enticed me.