I apologise for my rather sketchy details of how to start a car, but I still haven't bothered to learn to drive myself!

Zxander

"We're screwed aren't we?" Bellas voice was flat and emotionless. Zxander didn't answer. What was he supposed to say? He didn't want to agree with her-even though that was his inclination. Surrounded by walkers, which as far as he knew were separated from them, only by two, maybe three doors, chained shut. The roofs were further apart here-he knew he could make the leap, but the others? Sayid, Michonne, yes, Georgie, probably-although the thought of her risking the leap made his stomach clench in a painful way. Dayo? Before he lost his leg, definitely, now? Not so sure. But Bella, Jacci, Matthew? No way. Bella was too small, her legs not powerful enough. Jacci couldn't even make the small leaps, that was why she had to stay on ground level. And Matthew was so weak from hunger and dehydration that Zxander wasn't sure he was strong enough to even make it to the edge of the roof, let alone jump.

He was lying in Georgies lap now, holding onto her hand very tightly, as if he was afraid that she would disappear again. He was half asleep-or unconscious, either would be a plausible theory-curled up on her lap. He looked more like an eight year old then the fourteen or fifteen year old Georgie had spoken of. But Zxander didn't doubt that when he was fed and rested, he was probably as capable of handling himself as anyone else. How else could he have lived in the city for the four to five days he thought he'd been there. It had been hard to get much information out of him. Between the exhaustion, the shock of seeing Georgie effectively back from the dead, and the near death experience, he was wiped out.

"We're not screwed." Michonne spoke from the roof edge. "Every problem has a solution. You just have to look for it." She pointed with her sword down the side of the building. "There's a fire escape down there. The walkers are all concentrated around the front, trying to get in after us. If we move now, we can escape before they lose interest."

"You can. Matthew will never be able to move fast enough. And I'm not leaving him again." Georgie placed an arm protectively on his shoulder. Zxander knew there was no point arguing. He'd feel the exact same way.

"You don't have to." Sayid was now looking over the side of the roof. "Our trucks have open backs. And they're not far away. Two of us can get to them and drive them back here. The rest of you could jump into the backs."

"That's even more risky than just running for it," Dayo interrupted. "Those trucks were not made for stealth, that's why we left them so far out. They'll attract the attention of every undead son of a bitch for miles around."

"We'll be fast. And if we want to try to get everyone out, it's the only option we have. Unless you want to leave people behind?" Sayid and Michonne both walked backwards from the wall edge.

"Better with three." Zxander stood up and stood next to them. "At least you have a back up body then." He avoided looking at Bella, knowing her face would be strained. Instead he looked at Georgie. Her face was composed, but her eyes were filled with gratitude, filling him with resolve.

"Let's go then." Michonne adjusted the strap fastening her katana to her back and ran to the roof edge, clearing the gap effortlessly. Sayid smiled briefly at the group, before following her over the edge. Zxander crouched down next to Bella and Georgie, taking Bellas hand in his.

"It'll be fine. Promise." He dug into his pocket and handed Georgie his dried beef. "When he's awake, get him to alternate between chewing on this and drinking water." Georgie took the beef from him, holding onto his hand for just a moment.

"Zxander. Thank you." Zxander shrugged, and looked towards the next roof. Time was precious, and he needed to move. He ran to the edge and jumped through the air, landing with a shock on the other roof. He turned, and waved to the others.

"Be ready to climb down the escape. We'll be back."

"Not if we don't move." Michonne sounded impatient. "We can talk later." She pointed to the side of the building furthest away. "We climb down that fire escape, and run through the back alleys to the trucks." Sayid nodded.

"We need to turn there and keep going straight." Michonne wasn't listening though, already swinging her legs over the side of the wall. Zxander listened for the clang of metal as she hit the first floor of the escape, but heard nothing. The men followed, Zxander silently marvelling at her speed and stealth.

They hit the floor, and as Michonne had predicted, it was clear of all but three walkers. Zxander had barely had time to take out his knife, before Michonne had sliced through the skulls of all three.

"This way." She moved ahead, darting behind a car and crouching there, waiting for the men.

"Is she human? Or some sort of zombie slaying robot sent from the future?" Zxander realised he was only half joking. Sayid only grinned in response as they crouched down next to Michonne, and took in the scene.

The majority of the undead were still hammering on the door of the building that they had disappeared into, and to Zxanders horror, the wood was beginning to buckle. A few had lost interest, and were wondering around aimlessly in the street. One or two were making their way in their direction, but from their purposeless movements, Zxander felt confident that they hadn't been spotted.

He felt a punch to his arm, and turned to see Michonne pointing at a series of cars. She obviously intended for them to make their way from car to car, until they were able to cross the street and make their way down the alleys.

"Remember, no guns, knives only," Sayid whispered. Zxander resisted the urge to make a duh noise.

They crept from car to car, trying to keep themselves going in the opposite direction of the dead corpses roaming the street. Zxander hardly dared to breath, convinced that he was going to trip, or drop something, that would alert the dead to their presence.

But they were in luck. Slipping into the first alley, Zxander leant against the wall and breathed a sigh of relief. A crunching sound to his left made him start and he turned his head just in time to see a headless corpse collapse on the floor. Looking at where Michonne was stood, he guessed it must have been feeding on something amongst the bins. Walking past, his suspicions were confirmed when he saw the mangled body of a dog lying amongst the garbage.

As they moved through the city, the absence of the dead both reassured and worried Zxander. He knew that the less zombies there were wondering around the city, the faster that they would get to the trucks. But he also knew that the reason that the streets were so empty was that the majority of the dead were trying to get to the group they'd left behind on the roof. He could only hope that the wood on the door would hold up.

But when they reached the small parking lot they had left the trucks, it soon became apparent that they had bigger problems. A group of three men were rooting through the trucks, one apparently trying to hotwire the bigger one.

"HEY!" Sayid shouted out, moving towards the men. "My friends, those are our trucks."

One of the men turned around to face them. Zxander had a brief impression of a stocky man, bald with squinty eyes.

"We're not your friends, buddy." Zxander saw, as if in slow motion, the man bring up a rifle to his shoulder, but before he could react, a gun shot ripped through the air. Sayid spun around, blood spraying in an arc and fell to the floor.

Instinctively, Zxander pulled out his pistol. He didn't need to aim, he simply fired, and the man fell to the floor, a bullet to his head. The other two men jumped out of the truck, drawing their weapons, but their hands didn't even touch their guns before Zxander had fired bullets into their skulls. Michonne was already by Sayids side, and seemed to be pressing down on his chest. Zxander ran to them both, fearing that a mercy killing was on the way.

"That man was a lousy shot." Michonne was ripping up her sleeves and applying them to Sayids chest. "He only got him in the shoulder. If we apply enough pressure, we can prevent the majority of the blood loss. But we have to move now."

Zxander pulled a set of keys out of his pocket. "Take these. Get to the others. I can hot wire the other car easy. I'll be right behind you." Michonne opened her mouth, but he cut her off. "Four gunshots is enough to bring the entire undead population of this city on us in the next five minutes. If you hang around, then you put him at risk." He pulled Sayid to his feet and wrapped one arm around his shoulder, supporting him as he staggered towards the truck. Pushing Sayid in to the back, he tossed the keys to Michonne.

"Where are the keys for that truck?" Michonne caught the keys in one hand, sliding into the drivers seat. Zxander shrugged.

"On the body of its original owner." He felt under the dashboard for the two wires he needed. "But it's the biggest and most solid vehicle we have." He looked up to see Michonne hadn't moved. "You need to get going." He looked out of the front of the truck to see the first of what he could only assume would be hundreds, of zombies staggering towards them. "The smell of blood will get them going, you need to drive." He saw her hesitate, for just a moment, and then felt the engine leap into life. He shifted the truck into gear, and put his foot down, aiming the truck for the creatures who were moving towards them, arms outstretched.