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2 Months Later

We've been on the boat for a fair while now. We're still eating three meals a day but they're only small portions. Luckily we found some fishing rods so we've had meat to cook. About two weeks into the trip I went into lock down mode. I didn't eat, talk, wash or anything I just slept. Beth and Dianna think it's because I finally a loud myself to believe we were safe and that I had the time to let everything settle in. They reckon I went into shock. Ever since Dianna hasn't needed looking after anymore, she's her own person, doesn't need Beth or I to protect her. It's a relief, knowing that when we get to where we're going, we won't need to watch her back as well as our own. About a month ago we rocked up in South Africa; we stopped off for petrol and got out of there as quick as possible. It was absolutely crawling with walkers.

At the moment we are approximately 2 weeks away from reaching Michigan. I'm taking my shift at the moment, keeping the ship heading in the right direction, sipping away at a cup of boiling coffee and huddling in my sleeping bag with a beanie pulled tight over my ears. Its two in the morning and the other two are sleeping soundly, I'm supposed to wake Dianna at five for her shift and fall into bed and sleep until three when we all are up and either watch a movie or sit around with my guitar. It's a routine that has continued for the last two months. I grab a fishing rod at about three thirty and reel in a snapper by four. I head inside and grab the electric fry pan and cook the fish after scaling and gutting it. By the time five o'clock rolls around I have just finished cooking and I head down to wake Dianna up.

"Di? Come on time to get up." I say gently nudging her.

"Uh, five more minutes?" She pleads.

"No, come on, I made you breakfast." I say. With that she is up and shoving a beanie over her head.

"I'm coming!" she says before running straight past me. I roll my eyes. 'That girl, I tell ya.'

"What's this about food?" I hear Beth mumble from the other side of the room.

"I caught a snapper and made it for breakfast."

"Oh, I'll be right up." She says looking more alert at the prospect of a warm breakfast.

I grin at her at wait till she gets some socks and a beanie for her own head before following Dianna up stairs. By the time we reach her Di is already tucking in to the fish. Beth and I both sit down join her in shoving our faces. What? It's a zombie apocalypse, we can be pigs if we like.

"So, how long until we reach Michigan?" Dianna asks.

"About two weeks at the rate we're going. I could speed up a bit and make it there in about ten days." Beth replies.

I stand up and stretch, "well guys, I'm going to bed, I've been up since one." I say before climbing down the ladder to the bottom deck.

"I'll join you soon!" Beth shouts at me before I get inside.

I collapse on my bed and that is where I stayed until I was woken at one by Beth.

10 Days Later

We're all standing on the top deck as Beth manoeuvres the boat into the marina in Michigan Harbour (I'm really not sure of how Michigan works or if there is a Harbour or how big it is, so just bare with me and we should be okay.) We eventually end up parking the boat and grabbing our packs that we made a few days before with food, bottled water and a sleeping bag. I, being myself, also have my guitar slung across my back. We walk along the jetty before we come across a sign that read 'Any survivors, please follow the signs. They will lead you to shelter, safety, food and water.' We looked at each other and shrugged. My first thought though was about getting my hands on some guns.

"Guys, I think we need some guns before we do anything else." I suggest. I'm still carrying Dianna's gun but I plan to give it straight back to her as soon as possible. We wander along for awhile before we come across a small group of zombies. Dianna and I both grab knives from our belts and Beth's grip tightens on her bat. The group of walkers is only about four or five and we attack them from behind. I take out one or two with my knives, Dianna drops one to the floor and Beth takes out the remaining two. We hear clapping from behind us and we all spin around, only to see a group of people we never expected to see.