The morning came quickly. I had stayed right outside the cave all night to guard for the undead, it was the least I could do. Just as I was beginning to enjoy the white noise of the rain, I heard a scream from inside the cave. My first reaction was to pick up my gun.

"There's mud all over me!" Becky whined. She squeezed dirty water out of her black, curly hair. I was getting really pissed. We were ALL covered in mud and guts.

"You lead the way Floyd," Kyle yawned. I did just that and in less than an hour we were near the small town. It had a lot more of the undead than we have fathomed. We could hear their eerie moans, they were so full of despair it could shatter even the toughest heart.

"Okay, I'll go in alone and clean out the living dead, the rest of you wait for me to get done and we'll search the buildings and homes for survivors and supplies," I whispered.

"You can't go at it alone, I'm helping," David replied.

"I don't want anyone to die today, no one will die today!" I whispered back in a harsh tone.

"What if you die today?"

"So what? Better my life than someone else's."

"Shut up, I'm helping. I don't care if you like it or not."

"You're a crazy bitch Floyd," Chris shook his head while grabbing a gun. David and I did so too. I knew I couldn't convince them not to help so I just let them.

"I found out earlier that if you shoot them in the head, they stay down," I replied, they both nodded.

We all stood up and walked as far as we could until we were spotted. I began by shooting an old man's head clean off. The recoil made me stumble back a few feet, but I quickly recovered. David and Chris weren't very good shots, so I spent my time paying attention to them to make sure nothing could hurt them. I went from being apathetic and hostile to caring and selfless… I kind of like it.

"Floyd, watch out!" David screamed over to me. I turned around to see an extremely decomposed man half my size staring down at me. Before I had a chance to defend myself, he grabbed me and went straight for my face. Before he could have the chance to rip a chunk off of me a friendly shot splattered his head all over. I made sure not to swallow any of the blood because I assumed that's how people got infected. I looked over to see the little girl lying flat on the ground with a rifle in her hand. I help her up and set her behind me. I dropped my own rifle and took out 2 hand guns. I started shooting off head after head.

Our group of 3 became overwhelmed with the undead so Kyle started to shoot from the side lines.

"I want to help!" The little girl demanded. I handed her a weak hand gun.

"Only use it if your own life is in immediate danger," I said firmly.

About 20 minutes later we were all covered in blood and guts. I picked up the little girl and cradled her.

"Are they all gone?" Becky shrieked from behind a rock. No one answered her, they just searched the town for survivors.

We searched the building, there was only one survivor, a teenage girl. She had locked herself in a hotel room for 3 days without food or water. She was happy to see us. Afterward, we made our way to the general store where we raided all of the food and lightly boarded the windows.

"We should rest here for tonight, and leave to the mountain tomorrow," I finally said. Everyone agreed, they really had no other choice.

I unhooked some of the sweaters from the clothes rack and set the little girl on them. The gun she fired probably broke her shoulder. A gun that powerful would even hurt a full grown man.

"Is she okay?" David asked me, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"I don't know, if her shoulder is broken it may be ruined for the rest of her life," I whispered back.

"What's your name girl?" David asked her sweetly.

"Cheri Carlin, I'm 5, I'm not a little girl."

"You aren't, you have a lot more guts than most adults, and I'm surprised you could even lift that rifle," I giggled. "I can barely hold it for 5 minutes."

"But you're like the same size as her," David taunted me. I shot him a mock glare then stuck my tongue out at him.

"Does anyone know what's going on?" The teenage girl cried.

"It's a virus that's bringing the dead back to life and the infected folk are eating live people," I said bluntly.

"I'm glad you guys found me, I was sure to be a goner," she stated in a cute, ditzy tone. That's why I hate girls so much, most of them are stupid and center their life around being stupid and cute without any actually thought processes.

"I'm sure you are," I replied flatly. I couldn't figure out why I judged her so much, I barely even knew her and I already hated her dearly. It was probably because she had the same Barbie look that Becky had. Stupid girl hating other girls instinct.

"Well, what's your name?" David asked her. I got kind of jealous because David used to only talk to me, me and David were barely friends and it angered me.

"Genevieve," she smiled. "I'm so mad because I was just about to go into modeling and now this is happening!"

I could take it anymore, I just burst out into laughter. Everyone glared at me.

"What?"

(Here's pictures of what the landscape looks like if anyone even cares.