Bonnie was the first to wake up. She silently stretched and yawned as she peered around her tent, Jesse still asleep. She shuffled quietly as she dressed in her usual garb, and picked up her rifle and inspected it. Bonnie glanced down at her watch. It was still early, about six-ish in the morning. She thought it be better to let her new found friends sleep for the while being.

She brewed coffee as she noticed shuffling form the tent that Ryan and Benji were in. Bonnie's defense loaded, but then lowered as she saw that Ryan stepped out to stretch. He smiled as he saw that she made coffee. He sauntered over and grabbed a seat from a display and sat down as Bonnie poured a coffee for him and her.

"Thanks Bonnie," Ryan said, holding the hot cup idly. "I swear that coffee is the best thing invented."

"Well, just be glad this place has electricity." She sipped her coffee coolly as the two stood in silence. The raining outside had been pouring for the night, but was now reduced to a light shower.

"You think that things could go back to the way it was?" The question took Bonnie by a slight surprise, but she answered anyways.

"Maybe." She replied. "Life always finds a way right?" Ryan smiled and looked away.

"I guess it does, or at least hope so." Ryan muttered, his voice becoming more melancholic. "I have to find her. I will find her."

"Your wife?"

"Yeah…she's out there, somewhere at least."

It was quiet after that, the only noise coming from the falling rain outside pattering against the roof. The tents stayed motionless as Ryan attempted to break the silence.

"Who taught you how to shoot?"

Bonnie smiled, reminiscing about it. "My dad, apparently he wanted a Ronnie, but a Bonnie popped out instead." She said, chuckling at the little comment she use to hear growing up.

"Was he, like, strict dad or something?"

"Yeah, he was in the Marines. He felt like having a daughter shouldn't stop me from following his footsteps and decided that he would teach me like the son he should've got." She sipped her coffee quietly, as Ryan was a little surprised at this little taste of her history.

"Well, that's something." They say there, sipping the coffee periodically until Jesse rose from her slumber.

"What's up guys?" Jesse mumbled, rubbing her eyes. "Is that coffee?"

"Yeah, want some?" Ryan offered.

"No thanks." She said, plunking herself down next to the duo. "I don't want that to start my morning, is there anything that we could eat?"

"Very stale cereal, help yourself to some if you want." Ryan pointed across the room to the isle, where old boxes of cereal were crummy and decaying.

"Thats cool, i'll grab some!" She obliged and went to the boxes.

"Is she always this chipper?" Ryan asked, sipping some more coffee.

"Known her just as long as you." Bonnie replied. She put down her cup and began packing. "Let's get going, i don't want to stay here for long, it'll be a matter of time before something comes along and fucks everything up, wake up Benji and lets go."

Ryan nodded and proceeded to wake up an irritable Benji, who started to complain. Eventually, Jesse noticed the commotion and stopped eating her cereal, and began to go with them towards the back entrance.

"Looks like that the bodies haven't gotten up, haha." Benji commented, looking down at the decaying corpses, blood now blackish brown from oxidization. They walked around to the exit, the floor wet with fresh rain. The four walked for a short time before they heard talking from around the corner and immediately got quiet.

"Stay quiet!" Bonnie whispered as she brought out her pistol. The two voices sounded female and male, and were pretty distant by the sound of it. Either way, that doesn't mean they could be enemies. The two voices sounded louder and louder as their footsteps squeaked on the wet floor.

"...Doesn't mean we can't take it…"

"...Yes it does, i thought you had a pride code…"

Bonnie turned the corner and saw two figures approach, the male had a shotgun with him, and some other weapons across his belt, while the woman had a mere baseball bat with her.

"Look Linda, we can't just take someone's supplies if it's there." The man told the shorter girl. "Odds are, they're still alive, or worse, it's a trap."

"Whatever, that car had a lot of stuff, Chris." The girl replied. Bonnie took this advantage and turned the corner, gun aiming at the two as the rest poured out the corner as well.

"Hands up, and weapons on the floor!" Bonnie shouted at the two. They both raised their hands and stopped talking immediately. Bonnie scrutinized their looks and equipment. The man, who she assumes is Chris, had short brown hair done in some type of buzz cut, his blue eyes contrasting it greatly, he stood tall, about 6 feet while wearing a plaid blue shirt and some gray pants. The woman looked not at all similar, at least half a foot smaller with red hair with green eyes and pale skin, the typical redhead look. They all noticed how her belly was protruding, expanding her Univeristy sweater.

"What's your names?"

"My name is Chris Burton." Chris introduced himself. "And this is Linda Page, we're just looking for somewhere to go, please, she's pregnant, don't hurt us." Chris pleaded.

"Goddamnit." Bonnie mumbled under her breath. "Okay, where are you guys going?"

"Just anywhere." Linda admitted. "We've been trying to look for other people, trying to see where we can stay before we move again."

Benji asked about her pregnancy. "How far along are you?"

"She's in her last trimester, she's pretty close."

The rest of Bonnie's outfit turned around to discuss whether they should be brought along, or even told where to go next.

"We can't just leave them here." Ryan started. "She's pregnant, imagine what would happen."

"That's the problem, a baby would complicate things. It depends how exactly for along she is in her pregnancy." Jesse added. "But I still think that we should bring them along anyways."

They turned as they saw the two starting at them, eyes filled with expectancy and suspense. Bonnie turned fully and asked another question.

"How many months?"

"7."

She looked back at the group and nodded. "We're going to the CDC center in Atlanta, wanna come along?"

Chris and Linda's faces lit up as they heard the offer. "Really? Thank god."

"But," Bonnie continued. "You have to arty your own weight, and promise not to be a burden on the journey, got it?"

"Got it." Chris nodded with Linda and Bonnie signal them to follow.

"Let's go then, there's no time to waste."

A/N: here it is friends, new chapter. Was gonna upload on Sunday, but was having some technical difficulties but it's resolved for now.

I'll be honest, I'm having a difficult time writing this story, I feel like I don't have any inspiration to write anymore and it's becoming more of a bummer to write it. I guess this is from the lack of people actually writing reviews, I actually only get so or so reviews from my more loyal followers, people who sent OCs and follow the story don't review as much and I'm starting to think that's because they're only here for their OCs to be written. That's a struggle writing SYOCs, saying no to people who sent in characters and seeing that lots of the time people who I accepted OCs don't leave reviews. Not for you guys, my more loyal followers, just for people who stumbled across my writing and decided hey let me send an OC.

Of course, I don't mean this to my followers or anything, I don't know I just don't like writing this story as much anymore. Maybe it's just a phase and I'll get out of it some time in the future. Thanks for listening to that rant, my next chapter update will be Loyalty, and I'll introduce some cool OCs that I enjoyed writing

Big Bravo out.