Eugene just realized what was going on: could it be... an outbreak? He didn't have time to realize the nature of this event, but he had to look for his family. Marcus watched Eugene's back, aiming at any stranger that dared attacking the couple. The waitress and Paul joined the couple, since they had pistols and surely, they wouldn't make it on their own. Marcus started to slowly become a leader, giving simple orders and keeping the survivors' morale up.
"Wait up, let's stop for a minute, let's get inside this place in the tunnel." Marcus ordered.
"Finally. I'm tired of these shambling cocksuckers." Paul replied.
The team was slowly regaining its strength and realizing the situation they've been thrown into.
"I don't like this shit, not one bit. I think there's some sorta virus goin' around here. Strange enough, we haven't been infected yet."
"Don't jinx it, Marcus. We should instead know eachother, before we meet almost certain death again."
Realizing that there wasn't any will to start from the group, Eugene starts talking about himself.
"Well, I'm Eugene Grant. Lived in here since I was born, I got a family to look after and got promoted to Detective a long time ago. I was in the bar working on a case with my buddy here, Marcus. That's when shit went down. Still looking for my family... what about you people?"
The waitress follows Eugene's description, talking about herself too.
"I'm Jessica, worked in Larry's Bar as a student learning the ropes. I came in this city with another student, her name is Lea. If I remember correctly, she's from Denmark. Probably. I don't have any boyfriend or husbands, and to be honest, I don't plan on having one... y'know, zombies and shit."
After Jessica is done, Marcus starts.
"I'm Marcus Lewis, worked for Boulder City's police for 2 weeks or something. Then my first case happened, along with Eugene. Oddly enough, it was about someone getting bitten to death. Got no family or wives as well. Don't get fooled by my face, I ain't no middle-age depressed nigga."
Then Paul ends the presentation part.
"Well, shit, I'm Paul. Don't forget it. I ain't no friendly guy, I'm more of a crazy motherfucker with no respect for others or myself. Never used a gun, but I don't need one, I can use my trustworthy knife or fists. Got no family or friends, living like a lone wolf. Happy now?"
"Alright, thanks everyone. Let's get a move on now, we're gonna walk through this tunnel, it'll lead to the outskirts of this rotten shithole.
"Wait, the Barnsdale Farm?"
"That's right, Eugene. We can use lights to grab someone's attention to rescue us. I hope the army's attention."
"I haven't got any better plan, let's do it."
The group starts its exodus towards Barnsdale farm, while encountering few shambling victims of the outbreak and lots of dead bodies. Heck, Eugene even saw a school bus full of blood, triggering his protective father instinct. Jessica had only her trusty pot used to smash someone's face not more than half an hour ago. Paul had his knife ready for any encounter, while Marcus and Eugene both led the group towards the other end of the tunnel with their pistols. And after at least 2 hours, the small group leaves the tunnel, permanently. They're instantly greeted by multiple groans and mons coming from the bushes, and inside the camps.
"Out of the frying pan, into the fire. Watch your backs now, we about to see some fireworks"
The group readies whatever they got between their hands, aiming carefully at every bush or corner, waiting for any zombie to walk in their direction with homicidal intents. Sometimes, they hear distant gunshots and screams, probably indicating that another survivor has fallen.
"Goddamnit, it's worse here than in town, can we speed up a little? I don't wanna get fucked by these shambling cocksuckers."
"Chill the fuck out, Paul. You wanna get chased by an horde of "cocksuckers"?" Eugene silently shouts. Paul prefers to not answer, and follows Marcus, sticking close to him like glue. They spot in the distance the famous Barnsdale Farm, once upon a time used as a BnB to earn a bit of income. After the outbreak, the owners did their best to barricade the house, but with no success. And their failure was paid with their flesh. Their bodies now lie among the undead in the immense camps.
The group reaches the front door, seeing that it's open, with few scratches here and there, intact windows, and a fallen wardrobe inside. The scent of blood and the stains on the floor and walls make this place a shadow of what it once was: a sunny paradise with nothing to hide, just pure beauty. Now it's an infested house: infested with the smell of death. If these walls could talk, they would scream at the top of their lungs for help. Marcus tries to not act panicked at the sight of this hell on earth, trying his best to clear the building and eliminate any remaining infected survivors.
After 10 minutes of searching, Marcus finally replies:
"Everything clear, we're alone in this house! Le-" A wild roar is heard in the whole house, anticipating a large black mist of shadows and zombies. This meant only one thing: they're coming.
"Shit! Everyone, grab whatever you can find upstairs and let's run to the kitchen, we gotta 'cade shit up now!" Eugene screams to the rest of the group still waiting for Marcus in the main entrance. While the rest of the group searches for guns or melee weapons, Marcus finds an hammer and few wooden boards. He puts a four or five boards in the kitchen window, a pair of them in the entrance in front of the basement's door and aims carefully down his sights, waiting for the horde to come. Eugene finds a clip of 9mms lying in a drawer, much to his delight. Paul finds a very heavy sledgehammer, while Lea finds a loaded magnum revolver, with a small white pack of another six shots, she knew she had to aim well with it. The rest of the group reach Marcus' location, reinforcing the defenses with a wardrobe, a board blocking the door that leads to the main exit door from where they came from and lots of patience, waiting for the horde to show up.
Eventually, the horde emerges from the camp, alerting Marcus and the rest of the group. Marcus tries to gun them down, and only kills few of them. Basically nothing compared to what they were about to witness. The first zombies try to smash the boards blocking the door in front of the basement, with no success thanks to Marcus and his trustworthy pistol. Eugene watches the kitchen window, sometimes shooting a zombie in the face, sometimes shooting by mistake the boards. The horde doesn't stop coming, and it's only the beginning. A TV message reaches the group's ears, but they have no time to listen, they were seriously having difficulties. Paul smashed any heads stuck between the boards, with a bit of fun too. He didn't want to admit that he was scared shitless though. Jessica couldn't do anything but keep the barricades up, while shoving away any intruders. The kitchen window is eventually completely broken and Eugene is forced to back up, pushing a wardrobe behind the corner to slow down any intruders coming from that window.
"Paul, watch the kitchen and smash any heads trying to get past the wardrobe!"
Paul listens to Eugene's command, and uses the fallen wardrobe as a table to smash heads. But there's another issue: the door in front of the basement is starting to fall apart, and the other door in the main room is getting hit repeatedly by nasty, ferocious zombies. Jessica is forced to push a couch to hold the door momentarily, then rushes to Marcus' position, trying to keep the boards and the door up at the same time with her hands and back. Eventually, Marcus runs out of ammo and decides to help Jessica. Eugene notices that the door leading to the main room fell off with a loud racket. He has no choice but to defend the group's back by pushing a table in front of him and using it as cover to shoot from. Paul breaks the wardrobe by accident, and is forced to back up, just like the rest of the group. But Marcus stumbles onto something and falls with his back on the door leading to the basement, making it fall down the stairs like a snowboard.
"Oh shit! Get down here, c'mon!"
The group is obliged to listen to Marcus, and they all reach the basement, with Eugene watching the entrance with the few rounds left he's got. Marcus notices that there's a cable and a bunch of C4s lying near a weak wall, probably used as an emergency passage. Marcus searches the fuse to ignite the cable and blow up the wall.
"There! There it is! The fuse! I'm gonna blow this wall up, back off everyone!"
Marcus ignites the fuse with a lighter given from Eugene, and the wall blows up with a thunderous "BOOM!".
The group backs up to the other end of the tunnel, noticing that there's no electricity. This time, Paul defends the tunnel exit, while Marcus searches in the generator room for a power box or a switch. After finding few boxes of pistol ammo, Marcus turns on the lights, making everything clearer to see and easier to defend. After holding out near the tunnel exit, the group walks upstairs and reaches the last floor of the barn, waiting for any civilian or soldier to pass by and help them. Jessica goes outside and turns on the lights, waiting for a vehicle to pass by.
The rest of the group waits for any zombie to run towards them, killing a dozen of them in a quarter of an hour.
The fight isn't over yet.