I must apologize to some people. I promised some of you a part, but after consultation with an advisor I realize that won't be able to add you all. My sincerest apologies.

Chapter Four

Shauntell ran a stick through the burning pile of embers. The group was now five days into the journey, and frustration was beginning show. The group never talked while traveling, and there were only whispers when camping at night. As they had passed through farmlands and other lowly populated areas, they seemed to go without fighting a single zombie. But now, they were coming up on one of the largest cities on the island, and the group was split on what to do.

"We should go straight through the city!" Yvonne proclaimed, "We could pick up supplies on the way, and maybe even a car or something to move quicker"

"What good would that do us?" Tony said, "Look this is really simple. Why are cities big?"

"Because they have a lot of people. She's not stupid" Abby said impatiently.

"Well apparently you are. If there are more people, that means more zombies. That's why we haven't seen any lately. No one lives out in the country, so no one can get infected. We're going into the most highly populated city on the island. If you tell me that there are less than 500 zombies in there you are crazy" Tony said.

He shuffled through his pocket and pulled out a revolver. He slipped a single bullet into the chamber, and handed it to the girl in front of him.

"Here. This is an easier way of committing suicide" He said stone-facedly. She pushed away the pistol, understanding what he meant. The group was silent, all contemplating their own plan. Easily, the shortest distance was through the heart of the city. The traverse around the city would take days longer, as the metropolitan area covered a huge amount of land. Indeed, the decision was tough either way.

Finally, Lauren broke the silence.

"I think we should go through the city. Even if we go around, there would still be a lot of zombies. We might as well go through the city and try to get through it as fast as we can."

Shauntell was well in favor for getting through this whole ordeal as fast as possible. However, he was also in favor of living. The trip through the city would take two, possibly three days. This was also counting the fact that traveling by night was more challenging both physically and mentally.

"Alright," he concluded, "That's what we'll do. We'll have no time to waste. By tomorrow, we'll be in the city. We travel fast and quiet. I don't like getting unwanted attention."

Tony made a scoffing sort of sound, but he went along with it. They all went o sleep, Nick expertly watching guard, and slept soundly. Though they did not know it, it would be one of their last peaceful nights for a while.

____---- THE NEXT DAY----____

Everyone was up bright and early that following morning. Tony was sitting alone, cleaning his pistol, while everyone else helped pack up and prepare. Shauntell walked over to his friend, who was overlooking the once bustling metropolis of Mar Del Azul. The beginning of the city must've been only a mile away.

"What are you thinking about?" Shauntell asked.

"How the hell we're going to live through this," Tony said somberly, "Even you know this is going to be impossible. Five hundred thousand people one lived here. Even with its evacuation, you realize that there will be an undead army in there."

"Yes, but everyone agrees to this plan. I can't have split group this early into the trip. If we stick together, we'll be fine." The professional footballer said.

"You say it, but do you mean it?"

The statement stunned Shauntell. Did he mean it? After all, he knew that the chosen path was considerably more dangerous than going around. Would time truly help? After all what were a few days if the journey only took three weeks and they had a fifty day limit? But Shauntell swallowed his thoughts and gave a resounding answer.

"Yes. I know we'll make it out."

Tony sighed, shook his head, and walked off. Shauntell followed, and they finished packing everything in a timely manner. They walked down the hill they were on, and entered the city.

It was not like the previous town: a war zone, covered in blood and bullets. Instead, it just looked deserted. Everything was still in its place. Clear streets, barren sidewalks, and empty windows: indeed the scene was eerie. Every sound they made reverberated through the city. Every footstep sounded like a gunshot, and every word like an explosion.

The group snaked their way through the barren streets, quiet as a cat. Cars were checked for undead passengers, and the same was done for stores. They entered grocery stores and took what they could, while also attempting to find new and better weapons.

Suddenly, they heard a noise. It was quiet at first, but it seemed to get louder and closer. It was coming right at them from down the street. They al withdrew their weapons and prepared for the worst. Nothing could prepare them for what they saw.

It was a man, completely naked, streaking down the streets screeching an Indian war cry-like sound. In his hands were two pots, which he was banging together with ear-splitting results.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing?" Monroe yelled at him. The man stopped and looked. He saw them, and yelled back.

"Follow me! The horde is about to come and they'll tear you to shreds!" He yelled.

"What horde?" Sydney asked. As if right on que, they saw a mass of undead bodies sprinting at them from about thirteen blocks down from their position. The man ran again, continuing to make his racket. With no other choices, the group dashed after him, also yelling into the sky.

He led them to a hotel just a few blocks from where they were. The zombies seemed to get closer and closer with each step. Their guide led them through the former courtyard of the hotel, which was scorched and charred, and then past stacks of concrete barricades. They went up the building, to the top floor, and then crashed into an iron door.

"Let us in! Please let us in!" Bailey pleaded through the door. A deep voice returned her pleas.

"Not until Geoffrey says to!"

"We're about to get killed! Please open the door!" Abby added.

"Not until Geoffrey says it's safe!"

"Damnit! You'd better let us in or I'll blow this door down!" Anna snarled.

"Still not opening the door"

The man in the nude walked to the door and spoke calmly.

"It's alright, Garrett, you can let them in." The door opened and the group piled in desperately. Next to the window, a younger girl with dark hair and eyes dark as coal stood with an RPG on her shoulder.

"Can I go yet?" She asked

The man, Geoffrey, nodded. The girl leapt for joy and then steadied her aim; she fired her explosive round into the horde of zombies and sent them to hell. She placed another explosive head on the machine, and fired yet another explosive head into the remaining crowd.

Then, the two men in the room began throwing Molotov cocktails from the window, and then yet another woman picked up an SMG and began unloading on the survivors. The girl with the RPG put it down, and then picked up a Dragunov from the ground and picked off those survivors.

Once all of them were dead and gone, the courtyard was doused with water, and removed of rotting corpses. Finally, everyone sat down in the fortified room, and began talking on what had just transpired.