We couldn't hold them off… They kept coming, coming in massive hordes that even cluster bombs couldn't destroy. We continued fire for a solid hour, but when one of our number was bit, we… we just… panicked.

-Soldier, New York City

We stood there, stunned. We had no idea what to do. What would you do, with a horde of a thousand zombies, growing at an alarming rate? They must've been shocked too, because they completely disregarded us and continued their meal. Maybe they were on a diet?

It was then Carl burst through the doors, sweat pouring from his head. He must've been running from zombies somewhere else, because he had no shoes on, and he came from a completely different side of town.

"Guys- the…the… thingies came at me from the north. What are they?"

"Carl. This is not a good time to talk." Said Sheen through clenched teeth

"Why?"

"Do you notice the large group of zombies feasting on the flesh of our fallen comrades?"

I looked for a way out. There was no back door, and the walls were... Well they were brick. The only way out would be the front. We'd have to make a break for it, and run to my house. The roof might be the only way to stay out of reach.

"Nerdtron. We need a way out… do one of your brainstorm deals or whatever."

I went over the odds. The zombies were busy eating my friends, and they were, if anything, medium paced. At the most, they could speed walk. It was a long way to my house though, and unlike the zombies, we actually tired out.

"Okay guys, we're gonna go to my house. If we can get on top and lock the windows, the zombies can't reach us. We're going to have to find a way to get more food, but we'll have to manage for now. Make a break for it, and don't even look back. If one of us goes down… Well, we can't do much of anything."

Everyone nodded. They were about to risk their lives thanks to my wild idea, and I can't exactly say any of my ideas helped them in the past. We opened the door, and lunged out. Immediately, the zombies saw us. They stood in shock for a moment, pieces of flesh hanging from their teeth and blood drooling off their mouths. They overcome the first bit of shock, and jumped to action.

We were running faster then ever now, with the ghouls behind us. I could hear their fiendish moans, in their eyes we were just another food source. I looked behind me quickly, making sure everyone was there. Carl was just out of reach of the zombies, and one of the fiends grabbed Carl's shirt, pulling him into his reach. The zombie had a gleam of triumph on his eyes, reminding me that they once were human. The zombie was a fat policeman, sped up by the infection, oddly.

I hesitated and then pulled out a pistol from my pocket. It was loaded, and ready to shoot. I placed the sights on the zombie's chubby head, and fired a single shot. Instantly he crumpled to the ground, but another was coming up close behind. Sheen threw the pistols in his pockets to Cindy and Libby; Cindy took her place beside me. I felt oddly happy, knowing that the girl I loved was at my side.

Libby struggled a bit with the trigger. She didn't have the strength or the knowledge to know much about the gun, but Cindy was an expert shot. She beamed a zombie trying to sneak up on Carl, his brains splattering all over the unfortunate Carl.. Sheen had the shotgun out, quickly loaded it, and fired into the horde. Instantly, the line crumpled. He had aimed high; with one shot he'd killed many zombies, this time for good.

I got the bolt action rifle out and loaded it. I threw it to Cindy; she was obviously a better shot than me. She handed me the pistol, so now I was a dual pistol wielding maniac, of sorts. I continually fired into the crowd, dispersing it just enough for Carl to escape.

"Give Carl a head start! He needs to make it to the house. Keep firing then run!" I screamed over the noise.

I squeezed of a few more rounds and retreated myself. We were coming up on the house now, I could see the roof. Carl was already far ahead, opening the door and running up to my room. Finally we reached it, with the zombies not far behind. Sheen was straggling; he was firing more rounds into the crowd. I waited for him to get in, and I shut and locked the door.

We ran up the stairs to my room and jumped out of the window, onto the roof. Already they were getting inside the house through unlocked doors and windows. I locked the window to the roof and shut it. Zombies who had made it up the stairs were banging on the locked windows. We all pointed our weapons at them, ready to kill at a moments notice. They were moaning a kind of annoyed or angered moan; they still had basic emotions of a human.

So there we sat on my roof, with zombies all in the house and all around us. The zombie horde had gained people; you could see them for miles. And they were all around us.

"Great." Said Sheen, shouldering his shotgun. "They've made the place The Zombie HQ."

I still had my grimy denim backpack. It had food, but not much of it, and some ammo, perhaps 20 rounds for each of the rifles and shotguns, and perhaps 10 clips for every pistol. We had also managed to get a few long hunting knifes.

"How much food do we have?" asked Libby, in a feeble attempt to lighten things up.

I looked at our supply. We had 16 assorted candy bars, 3 jumbo sized bags of chips, hamburger meat, and a large pack of water bottles. I recounted the list to Libby.

"How long can we survive?" Asked Cindy glumly.

"10 days at most and that's on starvation rations. Looks like we need to find a way to get out of this mess."

Sheen mocked pointing a gun at his head and shooting.

The zombies moaned in response. They were still banging on the windows, and the taller ones were gripping at the edges of the house. Carl eyed them nervously, Carl himself still brushing the brains off of the poor zombie who had been killed by Cindy.

We needed to find shelter, and of course more food. Water was another necessity that we lacked greatly, and before we could do anything we needed to find some more. All I could see at the moment was a power line, the houses next to us, and of course, the zombies all around us.

I wasn't feeling to optimistic.

A/N: Not many responses…. Meh, I'll wait till Chapter 6 to respond. Please R&R!!!!