Bullet to the Brain

A/N: so sorry for re-posting. I use a program where I talk ad it writes it's pretty cool but after deleting it by accident and re-installing it has started to not work so good. I need to buy the new version maybe. I also get excited when I finish a chapter that I forget to proofread it before posting.

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"How many are there at the fence?" Catherine asked as soon as she got to the roof and grabbed the binoculars that her father gave her.

"We have counted ten so far," Roger had said sounding scared. Roger had been on Vincent and JT's team the day that Vincent had gone missing. He had been questioned as to why he had not warn the others about the undead dangers and his only respond had been that he had fallen asleep for punishment he was given the silent treatment by all of the survivors including the children.

*Fuck,* was the only word that went through Catherine's mind over and over again. The North fence, where the infected were, has the only gate that the teams use to go in and out. It was nearing the time for the teams to return from the scavenging but with the undead at the fence it would be impossible for them to come in and leaving them out side would be like giving them the death sentence.

"Roger, called the teams" Catherine calls. "I want to know how far away they are both in miles and minutes."

Roger nods and goes to do as he was told.

"Anthony," Catherine said looking at a man with blonde hair and brown eyes he is the youngest of the Guardians. "Tell the rest of the Guardians to gather their groups and have them do a headcount. Tell JT, Anna, and Juan to take charge of their groups. Tell them that we need a plan to get the infected as far away from the gate as possible."

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Joe was relieved to see his men back at the lair safe and sound. Each of the men has pillowcases that have the few goods they had been able to find. They placed the pillowcases on the table where the stuff will be counted and divided equally amongst the 30 survivors. The lair, as they call it, was actually the precinct where Joe and most of the others used to work.

When the plague hit the police tried to help evacuate the city before things got worse, and they got worst really quick. One month, that is all it took, one single month and over 85% of the human population was no more. Near the end the government ordered to have the prisoners released and everyone to return to their families, the last part Joe wished he had done. Joe wished that he had listened to the pleads of his wife Miranda when this whole thing started. Miranda had begged him every night to leave his job before things get worst so they could go to his parents' home in New Jersey or to her family that lived in the mountains. She even had the duffel bags and boxes of food ready by the door so they could leave at any minute. But Joe had stayed.

He had stayed in the hopes that a miracle would happen or that the government send help but instead he heard the government giving up and at last he decided to listen to Miranda and get the family out of New York before it was too late. Joe sighs, if he had listened to his wife then she and the children would have been here with him safe. He doesn't know where his family is or if they are still alive. Every night he prays for his family to be alive and safe wherever they were.

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There are four things that will get the attention of the infected; loud noises, movement, the scent of the living, and the scent of blood. It will be these four things that Catherine, her father, and a small group of volunteers will use in order to lure were infected as far away from the gate as possible. This plan was feeble with a 70% chance that it would fail but it was the only plan they managed to up come up with in such a short time. If the plan works and they manage to lure the infected away from the gate and the trucks to safely go in then maybe just maybe they will use this plan whenever the teams went out tweaking it as many times as possible to make it perfect but first they needed to know if it will work.

She took a deep breath and let it out hoping praying to whatever gods out there that this works. The survivors depended on this plan to work, the nine team members depended on this plan to work, and this can depended on the timing in order to work. She took another deep breath and let it out looking at each and every one of the volunteers. They only had less than 15 minutes to get these dead bastards away from the gate.

"Ready?" Catherine asked a group of volunteers waiting for them to nod

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So here's the next chapter I hope that you like it and leave a review before you go.

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