I almost thought to not post the rest of this after hearing the news of Dan Harmon being forced out of being the showrunner, simply because no one is happy right now and well, this isn't entirely cheery either. But I thought, what the hell, I planned to update daily until it's finished and so here is the next chapter.

"Get in! Hurry!"

Troy yanked Annie into the car when she was within arms length, closing the door and speeding off.

"That was way too close," Troy said, gripping the steering wheel tightly, "the rotten ones could have gotten you."

"Where's Abed," Annie asked.

"He's already at Pierce's. I grabbed his things too while we were in there."

"That means Britta made it too. What about Shirley and Jeff? Any word?"

"Not yet. Hopefully they made it too."

Annie made a small noise every time Troy would hit one of the rotten ones in the road as they made their way to Pierce's.

"They're already dead anyway," Troy said as he hit another one.

"What if that was a normal person?"

"Then I just saved them from becoming rotten."

Annie fell silent. She couldn't argue with that kind of logic. As Troy pulled into Pierce's mansion, Annie couldn't help but notice a blood trail leading to the wide open front door.

"Troy," Annie pointed to the ground as Troy came around to her side of the car.

His eyes followed the trail up to the door, "I don't have anything to defend myself with."

"Then stay close," Annie reached into her small purse and pulled out a gun.

"You have a gun?"

"I used to live in a bad neighborhood."

"Do you know how to use it?"

"Of course I do! Just stay quiet!"

Troy gave her a nod as they began to move to the door. When they stepped inside the foyer, they found pools of blood on the floor.

"ABED, BRITTA," Troy called out in a panic, "PIERCE!"

"Troy! You could have alerted rotten ones," Annie scolded him.

"Troy? Annie?"

"ABED," Troy shouted once again.

Abed ran into the foyer, sliding to a stop in front of them.

"Oh my god, you're covered in blood," Annie exclaimed, "what happened and where's Britta and Pierce?"

"Backyard, follow me," Abed said before running off.

Troy took off after Abed, Annie hesitating in the foyer.

"What about Shirley and Jeff," Annie shouted.

"Not here yet," Abed responded.

"Then I'll wait here for them," Annie wasn't sure she wanted to see what was in the backyard yet.

Troy's shriek a few moments later confirmed that there was definitely something horrible in the backyard. She suddenly turned her head when she heard a shuffling sound coming from behind her. Annie raised her gun at the open door, waiting for a rotten one to appear. It was lowered quickly however when Jeff and Shirley were in her sight.

"Get inside," Annie said between clenched teeth, "shut the door."

Shirley looked around when she stepped inside, clutching Ben in her arms, "Oh my lord…"

Jeff shut the door behind him, turning to look at the mess, "What the hell? Annie?"

"I don't have any idea what happened here," Annie decided to answer all the usual questions straight away, "Abed knows and he's in the backyard with the others. Yes I have a gun, I got it when I lived above Dildopolis. Where's Andre and the kids?"

Shirley shook her head, leaving the room and going in the direction of the backyard. Annie's eyes went to Jeff, looking for an answer.

"Elijah and Jordan were in school when the outbreak happened. They tried to evacuate all the kids, but it was too late. They were overwhelmed by them," Jeff answered, "and Andre sacrificed himself to help us escape."

"Oh."

"Can you tell me why we're calling the zombies 'rotten ones' again?"

"Shirley suggested it. She didn't like the z-word and Abed agreed that it was over-used along with 'infected' and 'walkers.' Also because that's what they are. They're rotten walking corpses."

"Oh."

"Everyone is in the backyard. We should join them, they'll tell us what happened."

"Right."

Jeff trailed behind her as Annie walked hastily to join the others. The two of them found their friends around the pool, looking into the water. Annie curiously stepped forward to take a peek, only to yelp and drop her gun in the process.

"They got in somehow," Britta explained, trying her best to clean the blood off of her face, "when Abed and I got here they were already attacking him and we had no choice…"

Jeff picked up Annie's gun, handing it back to her as he looked down into the pool. Pierce and a few rotten ones were floating in the pool, their heads obviously beaten in.

"You waited until after he turned right," Jeff's eyes flicked between Abed and Britta.

"Of course we did," Britta said.

"How did you even kill them," Shirley asked, the others surprised to hear her voice.

Abed nodded over to the other side of the pool where a wooden table leg and a frying pan lay with caked on blood and tissue.

Jeff sighed, "We can't stay here."

"What do you mean," Troy asked, "of course we can. Pierce may be...you know...but I'm sure he wouldn't-"

"That's not what I meant," Jeff said, "if those things already got in, there's a chance more could break in."

"Not if we barricade ourselves," Abed pointed out.

"So we can become sitting ducks for the rotten ones," Jeff countered, "we need to keep moving. Not staying in one place for long."

"Isn't that much more dangerous than just staying here," Annie asked.

"It's much better than just sitting here and hoping for the best," Jeff said.

"He's right," Britta said, "if we just sit here, it means we gave up. That we've accepted that we're going to die eventually either by them, by starving or possibly by killing each other. If we're constantly on the move, it means we're survivors and that we're going to fight with everything we got. I don't know about you, but I'd rather die fighting than sitting here and hoping this thing will pass."

"That was...really well said," Jeff said in surprise.

"Thank you," Britta smiled.

"We should vote on this," Troy suggested, "raise your hand if you agree with Jeff."

Everyone's hand shot up. Well, everyone except for Shirley.

"It's not that it's a bad idea," Shirley explained, "but I have Ben and moving constantly isn't practical."

"We're not going to leave you behind," Annie said, "no way."

"Yeah and we'll make sure Ben is safe," Troy said, "all of us will."

Shirley bit her lip, still not convinced.

"Shirley, look at me," Jeff said, approaching her.

Her eyes landed on his.

"Before Andre died, I promised him that I would take care of you and Ben," Jeff placed a calming hand on her shoulder, "no matter where we go or what happens, I'm going to make damn sure that he's safe."

Jeff looked behind him at the determined faces of his friends.

"And they will too," Jeff turned back to her, "because he is going to be the future now and we need to protect that future."

The group waited on baited breath for any response from Shirley. A minute later she gave Jeff a nod.

"I'll go," Shirley said, looking down at Ben, "we'll both go."

The group sighed in relief.

"So, what the next plan of action," Britta asked.

"I think we should stay here for the night and figure out where we should go. In the morning, we'll gather supplies and hit the road," Abed said, looking to Jeff for approval.

"Good plan, Abed," Jeff said before looking to Troy, "I'm sure Pierce has a collection of maps somewhere right?"

"He's has an entire map room," Troy replied, "I used to sleep in there sometimes and dream about sailing the seven seas."

Jeff laughed, letting go of all the tension he had balled up inside, "Lead the way, Captain."