After a few hours of everyone calming down, and several med packs being used, everyone had learned each other's names and some history. It was hard for Dillon to contribute in his condition, but he did none the less. He had to in order to stay awake. Turns out Dillon had a concussion; Tyrone knew all too well about those and the warning signs. Dillon also had a very large cut on his hand, and a dislocated elbow. Sam wasn't much better off. She had a sprained ankle and severe cuts all across her body including a very large one on her temple.

"Only you two survived that crash?" Tyrone was skeptical.

Everyone was silent before Dillon said what the others didn't want to. "We don't know." He spoke plainly. "I knew that we were both alright, mostly. But when you're fighting infected you don't want to stick around."

Tyrone nodded. He knew all too well about that. The image of himself running down the dimly lit hallways of this very building flashed in his mind.

"I'm just glad I tailed that bus from Etonia instead of leading that first one." Jack mused to the group.

An idea had then just popped into Tyrone's head. "Did you just say it was from Etonia?"

"Something like that." Sam said. She had only been in the town a few weeks. She was going to leave soon as it was obvious that she couldn't get anything out of the town.

"Yea it was." Dillon confirmed. He had lived there most of his life. "Why?"

"That bus," Tyrone started, "was infected. I don't know how, but that guard told me that was why this compound was overrun." Tyrone looked at everyone individually. "Are any of you infected?"

"I really don't know." Dillon stated as he searched through his memories. "I blacked out after I left my apartment building. The only thing I remember is the taste of blood, and so much anger."

"I don't know what happened to you, but all I know is that those aren't ketchup stains on your clothes. I honestly would be surprised if you weren't sweetie." Sam continued Dillon's thoughts.

"So you might be infected?" Tyrone tried to summarize what Dillon was trying to say.

"Let's just go with yes, and move on." Dillon concluded.

"I probably am to, not going to say how, but we were kept separately from everyone else. Mostly people that needed medical care and some that were, questionable." Sam was wondering what Tyrone was trying to get at.

"You two were also not on that bus that got here. So maybe…" Tyrone then looked at Jack. Both Sam and Dillon followed his gaze.

What they saw was a rather mortified Jack; his skin pale and his eyes wide.

"You okay Jack?" Sam asked. Jack wasn't looking so good. She reached over to put a hand on his shoulder to try and sooth whatever it was that had him scared, but when she brushed him he slapped her hand away and backed up out of his chair knocking it over.

"Jack?" Tyrone asked this time.

"Stay away from me!" Jack shouted as he took a few more steps away from the others. "You…you-your infected!"

Everyone was trying to approach Jack to try and calm him down, except Dillon. He simply lay on the couch. Both because he couldn't get up in his current state and because he knew Jack wasn't thinking properly. He rolled his eyes and stated loud enough for everyone to hear, "Jack, you're probably infected too."

This made everyone stop what they were doing and face Dillon. "Excuse me?" Jack questioned his emotions turning from frightened to angry as if he had been insulted.

"Don't you get it?" Dillon continued. "You were in the same room as all of those people on that bus. If they were infected, what makes you think you didn't catch this from them?"

Jack just looked on in a confused state. "I thought this thing was only transmitted through direct contact."

"Not form what I've see." "Probably not." "I don't think so." Everyone responded at once.

"And besides," Dillon continued, "it's been over time hours from point of infection, if not sooner, and none of us are showing any signs of changing."

"Don't the changes happen suddenly all at once?" Tyron thought out loud. He remembered how his coach and the entire team had changed in mere seconds.

"Yes but those people almost always had a cold, or actual flu symptoms, beforehand." This seemed to calm Jack down. He still seemed on edge so Dillon tried to reassure him some more. "If it makes you feel better, you have my permission to off me if I turn."

Jack took that as a good sign. "If you turn, there is nothing that would stop me from finishing you." He had a sly smile on his face.

"Why thank you." Dillon said bashfully in a sarcastic way. "You're so kind to me."

"You don't watch it with that mouth of yours; I'll make sure your ribs never heal." Jack jabbed one of his fingers at the arrogant boy.

Sam, having enough of this meaningless back and forth, decided to put an end to this. "Alright boys," She interjected stepping in between the two of them, "that's enough. I don't know about you, but between ramming through one massive horde of infected and losing some of the best outfits I would ever own, I've had a long day. I'm ready to get some sleep."

"I second that motion." Dillon said raising his hand, then quickly lowering it with a long and low "Ow."

With a sigh and a nod, Jack simply stated "Fine."

Sam turned to Tyrone, who had been quiet for some time now. "What about you muscles?" She saw that he had plunked himself down in one of the office chairs and was already asleep. "Whatever." She tossed out as she walked over to the table. She had slept on worse things before.

Jack was still on sceptical about everyone's lack of caution regarding their current health. He grabbed a fire extinguisher from the wall and sat in a corner with it held tight.

When morning came, at least what everyone guessed to be morning, a head count was done.

"I'm still here." Sam said annoyed that this was going to happen on a daily basis.

"I still feel fine, Rick really." Tyrone stirred as he heard other talking.

"I told you," Dillon said in a shrill voice, "I'm not dead yet."

Jack was just glad that things were looking up. Even if they were all infected, maybe they did all have some kind of immunity. "Alright. I'm getting hungry. Tyrone," Jack approached Tyrone still sitting in the chair. "Help me get some of the supplies out of my truck."

"I guess." He moaned as he got up. His legs were sore from the amount of running he had done the previous day. "Beings the other two can't help right now."

"Exactly. I'm not going to ask a cripple and a vegetable for help right now."

"Hey!" Dillon and Sam said in unison unamused.

"Relax, I'm trying here." Jack apologised.

"Any weapons?" Tyrone tried to move that topic back on track.

"Hmm? Oh, none that I could find." Jack remarked. None had really had time to look anyway. "But I do have something in the truck. If we can get there at least."

The two then started to unblock the door while Sam and Dillon sat and watched. Jack took a quick look out through the bars of the door, and seeing that the coast was (mostly) clear, Jack and Tyrone headed out for the truck.

Dillon set his head back down onto the arm rest of his couch while Sam decided to get up and look around. It was true, there wasn't much to the room, but it was still decent. Probably the best thing that any of them would see for a long time. The room consisted of the single couch, a few chairs (both plain and padded), a ping pong table, a pool table and a small dining area with cupboards, stove and a fridge.

Sam looked through the cupboards and came up empty handed. She sighed somehow expecting something more and wandered over to a closet in the corner. She open it with some effort and found the same thing she found in the cupboards. She was about to close the door when she noticed something at the back. She ventured in to find that it was a small removable panel.

"Now what would you be hiding in here?" Sam whispered. She opened that with ease. She had used something similar to this many a time and knew how to open it. It was too dark to see what was inside, so she reached in and felt around. She smiled when her hand touched something cold and metallic. She grabbed it by the handle and pulled it out onto the floor. She reached in and produced three more just like it. "Oh Dillon!" She chimed with delight. Dillon had dozed off, something he thought he would do a lot of over the next week or so, and perked up when he heard Sam's call.

"What?" He asks trying to find where Sam went.

"Lookie what I found!" She squeals in delight as she placed one of the four hand guns on Dillon's chest.

Dillon didn't know what to say. He had never been so close to a handgun before. He had held his father's hunting guns but not something like this. "Is it loaded?" He finally managed to ask?

"Don't be stupid." She taunts him. "You look like you've had more experience with a controller than any gun. You need to know how to learn how to use one properly before I'll give you ammo for it."

"And what makes you think that I'm useless with this?" He then proceeded to dismantle the gun to Sam's amazement. "Find any ammo?" He added as he put everything back together.

It took Sam a few moments to regain herself. She thought that this scrawny white boy would have no idea on how any gun would work. "Yes. Actually." She replied. "A whole bucket load of it. I'm not loading it until we need to leave."

"Good idea." Dillon agreed. "I don't see a safety on this thing." Dillon then tossed the hand gun onto the table Sam was sitting on.

That was when Jack and Tyrone came back in. They weren't rushed as Dillon assumed they would be, but they were still in a hurry. They were carrying very full backpacks and several bags of stuff in their hands.

"Help me close this thing back up." Tyrone ordered as he set his bags down near the couch. He then moved one of the tables back in front of the doors while Jack set his things down.

"Have fun shopping?" She joked to no one in particular as she moved to inspect the bags.

"You joke," Jack said through heavy breath as he moved more objects to blockade the door, "but are damn lucky that I stockpiled that many resources. And for that matter, be glad that I'm willing to let everyone use them."

"Oh don't be like that." Sam mocked crossing her arms. "You know that once you saw me, you would do anything to please me." She then gave a Jack a wink and a fake kiss.

"I'm more sympathetic to someone who hasn't dealt with this stuff before." Jack said snatching a bag away from Sam. He moved passed the couch tossed a blanket from in the bag over to Dillon. "I'll start on some kind of breakfast for everyone. Tyrone hand me your bag."

Tyrone did so and added "Shure thing. Thanks Jack." He then strode over to Sam while Jack was busy digging for whatever it was he needed. "You seem awfully happy from a couple minutes ago. What did could you have done in that amount of time?" He asked Sam as she continued to dig through the bags.

"You will never guess what I found." She said with delight.

"Try me." Tyrone replied.

"Well," Sam said as she set the bag down. She then set the bag down and reached behind her, "see for yourself. Catch!" And she tossed the gun she had in her belt to Tyrone.

Tyrone, being a quarterback, wasn't a very good catch. He missed it and let it drop to the floor with a loud clanging. Only then did he see what it actually was. "Why would you throw a gun at me?" Tyrone fumed.

"Relax." Sam emphasised very somberly. "It's not even loaded. Who do you take me for?" She seemed almost offend.

"Right now," Tyrone stated as he bent down to pick up the firearm, "I take you for some who's too comfortable around guns to toss one without a second thought."

"Darling, you have no idea." She smirked as she grabbed the gun back from him and returned to scrounging through things that were brought in.

"Where did you even find it?" Jack asked with his back turned as he continued to make breakfast.

"In the closet. Found four luckily enough. Ooooo…." Sam found one of the sleeping bags that was brought in. It was a bright red colour and very soft to hold. She decided that this was worthy of her and claimed it as her own before someone else could. She grabbed it and walked over to where she had slept last night. She had found one simple comfort and she wasn't going to let anyone take it from her.

Tyrone rolled his eyes as he saw Sam stride back with the bag. She was going to be troublesome further down the road. That was if they even made it down that road.

"Speaking of which," Dillon piped up over the couch, "you mentioned you had some sort of weapons in the truck Jack. What were you talking about?"

"Those were just some melee stuff. I grabbed your wrench and the tire iron from the bus, as well as a small hatchet I had stored away." Jack seemed close to finishing up.

"I can think of a few things to do with those." Dillon said with a smirk on his face.

"Like what?" Sam questioned generally curious.

Dillon was somewhat caught off guard by this question. "Kill…stuff." He replied. "What else would you do with those?"

"I can think of a few things to do with those, but nothing I want to discuss with you right now."

"That's enough for right now." Jack interrupted any further conversation and turned around with some plates in hand. "Time to eat."

"Pancakes! Sweet." Tyrone seemed happy. It was the first time he had shown any real emotion to the others. "It has been so long since I've had pancakes. I think I might have been eight."

"Well then," Jack handed Tyrone a plate and fork, "eat up. I can make more if you want."

"Ank you o much." Tyrone said through a mouthful of food. He had wasted no time in digging in.

"Enjoy." Jack mentioned as he moved to the next hungry mouth. "Can you eat?" He asked as he handed a plate to Dillon.

"I'm not in any immediate pain, so let's give it a try." Dillon tried to push himself up onto the arm rest for support, but quickly decided against it. "Do these have pain pills in them?" He asked as a joke.

"No, but I can grab you a few."

"No. We need to ration what supplies we have. But thank you anyway."

"Alright. If you say so." Jack then moved over to Sam, and handed her one of the two remaining plates. "You feeling any worse?"

"I've felt worse that's for sure. Thanks for asking." She grabbed the plate and then took Jack's hand with the other. He lifted her up and they both went back to where the other two were at. Jack pulled up a chair and Sam sat on the table. Tyrone used the arm rest opposite Dillon's head.

It wasn't long before they all finished. Jack was the first speak as everyone was near finishing. "What do we plan on doing once we can move out?"

"You were never one to build up to something were you?" Sam asked.

"Nope."

"Hmm." Sam sighed as she put down her plate. "Beings you asked, the only thing I care about finding is a safe place to be until this whole thing goes away. I know it's not much of a plan, but if we find the right place we can do it. Trust me."

"I think you speak for all of us when you say you want a safe place." Tyrone spoke next. "But I don't think the military would be a good option."

"Why not?" Dillon asked. "They have guns. And provisions. And some pretty big bunkers to hide out in."

Tyrone simply shook his head. "After how they treated me, I don't think they like idea of hosting for anyone who's infected."

"Now that you mention it," Sam thought out loud, "the treatment that I received wasn't one that screamed 'quarantine' so much as it whispered 'casualties.'"

"Ya I wouldn't know about that." Dillon chimed in. "As has been pointed out to me, I was in a state of disarray. And that was before going unconscious. So if you guys say so then fine, no military. We'll just need to be diligent in coming up with a plan."

"It doesn't really matter to me what we do. If the military offers, personally I suggest that we take them up on the offer." This was Jack talking now. "I started out wanting to find my brother. But now it looks like I'm here for the ride."

"Alright. So you want to find safety," Sam said pointing at Dillon, "you don't want to find the military," she pointed at Tyrone, "and you want to find you're just willing to give us a hand in finding what we need?" Sam wanted to make sure about the last part as she looked at Jack.

"That would be correct." He replied. "Whatever you folks want, I'll do my best help. As long as you promise not to leave me behind." Jack looked dead serious.

"Don't worry Jack I'll make sure everyone gets there together." Tyrone spoke. "No matter what happens along the way. We stick together."

"Ohana." Dillon stated with a smile.

"What?"

Dillon smiled and shook his head at the same time. "It's… Ohana mean family… And family means; nobody gets left behind." Dillon then closed his eyes as a tiny tear formed at the corner of his eye. "I don't know about you guys," He was fighting back the crack in his voice, "but I could use a new family."

"I'm not being anyone's dad if that's what you're asking." Tyrone tried to lighten Dillon's mood.

Dillon gave a soft chuckle before he said "Damn." in a sarcastic tone.

"So it's decided then. We stick together." Tyrone got up and moved to behind Dillon's couch. "But the fact still remains; where are we going to go?"

"Well," Sam got up and started to wander around as she thought. "It has to be safe, or at least safe-ish. That means it has to be able to defend well against the infected. Good indicators of that can be ludicrously thick walls, or it can be incredibly hard to get to."

"An isolated location could also help." Jack pointed out.

"True that could also work. Then the next thing we need is defences. The first thing I can think of is guns. Lottsa' guns."

"I doubt fences would be a good idea. I don't know how well those things are at climbing." Tyrone interjected.

"Alright, we need to keep that in mind. Traps will also be useful. If we can either build things or find some kind of improvised ones."

"I'm sure I could at least design something that we could feasibly use." Dillon piped up.

"Good. The last thing, and arguable the most important thing on our list, is supplies. I have no idea how what we're going to do for resources." She looked around at everyone in the room and shrugged. "Anyone got ideas on what to do? Or even where to go for that matter?"

Dillon was the first to talk. "Everything you said Sam can all be found at the military." Knowing Tyrone was going to object, Dillon quickly added "That doesn't mean there has to military actually there at the time. I mean, look at this place. Military base, no personnel."

"Fine." Tyrone caved. "We can hit one along the way, but we still don't have a destination."

"Can't we just find an island?" Jack interjected. "I mean, these things might not be able to swim, and an island is pretty isolated. Just get rid of any inhabitants, if any and we should be good."

"How are we going to get there?" Tyron questioned. "What are we going to do for resources? Shelter? I'm not saying it's a bad idea, just we need to think things through before we can do anything."

"Well between an island and a bunker, I'm out of ideas right now." Dillon stated.

Sam nodded in agreement. "At least we have enough time to think while we heal up." Sam shrugged as she shoved her hands into her pockets. "Ow." Her hand ran into a sharp object that she wasn't expecting.

"You okay Sam?" Jack asked when he heard her yelp.

"Something stabbed me." She replied, digging in her pocket to retrieve the object. "The hell is this?" She asks aloud as she pulls what appears to be a small box.

"Is that yours?" Tyrone was very skeptical as Sam was looking at the box like she was trying to interrogate it with her mind.

Sam scrunched her face in puzzlement before abruptly coming to a realization. "Nope." She said. "It's not mine. It's the kid's. Catch." She tossed the box over to Dillon.

It simply landed on his chest with an "Ow." as Dillon grabbed the box with his good hand. Dillon then got extremely excited as he held the box in his hand. Even waving his arm franticly as his smile grew. "I know where we can go!" He proclaimed.

"And where would that be?" Sam inquired with a grin on her face. "Secret bunker that belonged to your family?" It was rare for her to see a genuine smile and she was very pleased that she had helped cause it.

"I thought I lost this with all my other stuff! How did you get a hold of it?"

"Umm… It got it from some guard as we were getting on the bus? Why does that matter?"

"Because without this, we wouldn't be able to start the plane."

"Still not making any sense there son." Jack was extremely curious now as to what Dillon was getting at.

Dillon took a few deep breaths to try and calm himself with limited results. "We don't own a bunker, but my father did own a plane," He paused as he looked around the room for the reaction of what he was going to say. "And a remote cabin with enough provisions to hopefully last us half a year!"

Sam was ecstatic at this news, Jack looked like a massive weight had been lifted from his conscience, and Tyrone still seemed sceptical. But Dillon knew it was for good reason.

"Where is this cabin at?" Tyrone asked as the others were doing a mini celebration.

"Umm…" Dillon hesitated. The other two stopped moving and looked directly at Dillon with concern. "The cabin is, north… Far north… As in Canada north."

"Are you crazy!?" Sam shouted at the injured boy. She had been so excited about the discovery. The cabin seemed like the perfect.

"It…It's the only thing I've got." Dillon sounded defeated at Sam's words. "It's the only place that I can think of that would have that much food and be that secure."

The room was quiet for a few moments while everyone considered their options. It was Tyrone who broke the silence. "Do you think we can make it?"

"You're not actually thinking that this is good idea?" Sam asked almost rhetorically.

Tyrone looked unamused by Sam's words. "Yes, I am. I'm thinking it's one of the only options available to us that has everything we could hope for in this situation." Tyrone looked Sam down and she backed down slightly, but kept her look of disapproval. Dillon also seemed to shrink at what had just taken place. He didn't want to be the cause of friction in the group. "Look," Tyrone stated calmly, "If you have any other ideas, then please let us know."

Sam just turned and set down with a look of frustration on her face. "I can think of several things better. All of which however have been turned down because 'no military.'"

Silence descended upon the room once again. "I don't like the idea much either," Jack decided to talk now, "But the kid has a point. I don't see many other options at this point Sammy."

It was several moments before Sam spoke again. She turned to look away from the group at the blockade that had been created in front of the door. She guessed that the others were right. Even if they were to go to the military, they would still be living in constant fear that the place would be overrun. If they were north, at least they would only have to rely on each other if anything ever happened. She let out a long sigh as she closed her eyes. "We're all going to die before we can get there I hope you realize." She said, defeated.

"Is that a yes?" Dillon's jolly tone was coming back into his voice.

Sam huffed and stated "Fine. But if we die I'm blaming you."

Tyrone smiled. It would be one of the few times in the next few weeks that he probably would. But they had two things that they didn't before.

A plan, and hope.