(Thanks to Zackt2010, angie2282 and Can't get any better for your reviews! All right, a bit of a eventful/ peaceful chapter. And you may recognize something with Paige's 'visions'. With that, read on!

"Why did he kill himself like that?" Trent asked to no one in particular as the group trudged along the street, ready to run at a moment's notice.

"I guess he felt it was better to get killed like that than become one of them." Paige said, looking oddly at Trent. From what she had seen so far, Trent had been a really arrogant asshole, but now, now he seemed a tiny bit human.

"He will surely go to heaven, for giving his life so that you could save me. " Nick said, having already been informed on what had happened since Leslie, Tanzi, Paige and Zach had left the Aroma cafe.

"You know, he could be alive." Leslie mused, stroking his chin.

"How? It's not possible when you are running through a zombie crowd that big." Trent said, disregarding that possibility straight away.

"Yes, but he must've got ahead of them, right?" Leslie continued. "Because the group of zombies went away from the church, so he could of possibly outran them."

"But he was still bitten, wasn't he!" Trent exclaimed, clenching his fists. "There's no hope for him either way.

"Fine, if you don't want to at least hope for Victor." Leslie said, sounder harsher than he meant to.

"I AM HOPING!" Trent roared, resisting the urge to shut Leslie's mouth with force. "I am hoping..." he said more quietly. "But I know that he isn't going to survive, just look at your friend."

"Even so..." Leslie said, trying to figure out a way that Victor could be alive. Hell, he liked Victor, he seemed cool.

Tanzi placed a slim hand on Leslie's arm. "Don't." She said simply. "Trent IS hoping, so we have to leave him at that. If you suggest more reasons, that will only hurt him more." Leslie nodded, and stopped talking.

"Hey, guys..." Zach said, looking behind him and over the rim of the hill.

"Yeah?" Paige questioned, looking at him.

"You might want to start running." Zach said, still staring at the hill.

"What is it?" Tanzi asked, as all heads turned to where he was looking. Something appeared over the hill, and with sudden fear, the group realized it was hundreds of zombies walking, no, running at them full pelt.

As the group slowly backed away, Nick was kissing his cross, praying to his God. "RUN!" Zach yelled, turning around at darting straight forward across the street, the others in tow.

"Fuck, those freaks are fast." Trent commented, panting as the zombies had closed half the distance that they were before. Nick was too busy praying to scold Trent on his use at language.

"Since when could zombies RUN?" Tanzi asked, developing a stitch in her side. "I thought they are meant to shamble!"

"It must be because they are not ordinary zombies, they haven't died as such. They CAN'T die, because I killed Death. But I really don't know why they have the biting thing." Paige explained, wincing as her shoes hit against stones on the road.

"You killed the Devil?" Nick asked, looking up from his cross. As he wasn't the fittest of the group, he was trailing slightly behind.

"No, I killed Death. I don't think the Devil even exists." Paige said.

"Hey, there's a supermarket there!" Leslie said, pointing out the large structure with man size windows.

"What do you want to do about it?" Paige asked, as the zombies were quarter of a way away, roughly 10 metres.

"Follow me!" Trent demanded, speeding up slightly. In one minute, they were upon the supermarket, with everyone apart from Trent wondering what he was going to do. In an unbelievable moment, Trent jumped, and smashed through one of the windows shoulder first.

"Is he fucking crazy?" Zach shouted, just as a zombie managed to grasp his t-shirt. He gasped, and quickly pushed forward, following Trent through the window. In quick succession followed Tanzi, Paige and finally Leslie. A scream brought them to Nick, who's was being pulled back.

"Shit!" Leslie cursed, rubbing a hand through his hair. He ran forward and grasped Nick's arms and pulled with all his strength, and won the tug-of-war against the zombies. Leslie fell back, with Nick falling on top of him. There was a large gash in leg made by a glass shard, but that was all. The instant they had got through the window, Zach and Trent had acted fast, pushing a large shelve in front of the window, stopping the zombies getting through.

"For all that is holy..." Nick said, wincing. His black trouser leg had been ripped open, exposing the bloody mess of flesh. Trent and Zach were stood by the window, just in case anyone burst their way through. Paige walked over to Nick and inspected his leg, wincing at the sight of it.

"This is bad. It looks like the cut has managed to get to the muscle as well... we need to see if you can stand." Paige said, glancing at Tanzi, who was looking at a shelve of food, along with Leslie. "Come on." She said, extending a hand towards Nick, who grasped it and pulled himself up. He immediately shouted in pain, and stood on one foot, and fresh spurt of blood hitting the supermarket floors.

"So, what're we going to do?" Trent asked, wincing slightly as he pulled shards of glass out from one side of his face and his shoulder. "Stay here or move on?"

"Nick's in no condition to walk, and I'm not sure the zombies can get in. I think we should hole up in here until we run out of provisions."

"And we are definitely not short on provisions." Leslie said, extending his arms around the whole shop. "There's drinks, food, hell, there is even a clothes section.

"But we should block up the other windows, just in case they can smash the windows. Because Trent is strong, but these zombies are much stronger, which is confusing." Paige said, as Trent and Zach went to move another large shelf. With there combines strength they were able to move it fairly easily. Tanzi and Leslie were hunting for canned food as well as things like bread, butter and generally things that could last a bit of a while. "Oh, jackpot!" Leslie called out.

"What is it?" asked Tanzi, looking at Leslie.

"There's one of those fish counters, full of knifes and cleavers. Come on, help me get some good sized ones."

"You're a good girl, you know that." Nick said as Paige tied a strip of cloth around his thigh. "The angels are definitely watching you. You better make it out, my daughter. Beat this apocalypse and live a good life."

"I hope so." Paige said, gritting her teeth as she ripped Nick's trouser leg open. She suddenly gasped as a stinging pain was felt in her chest and she fell backwards onto her back, facing the ceiling. She tried to get up, but the pain was too bad. A ripping sound was heard, and the all too familiar clawed hand burst from her ribcage and grabbed the floor, creating four deep scratches and splattering blood all over the floor. Paige coughed up blood as another hand, unclawed this time, burst from her chest beside the clawed one. But before the hand could push off the floor, she sat up quickly, realizing she was not covered in blood and there were no arms. 'What is with this visions!' She thought, massaging her chest. She could still feel the pain. 'It's nothing like anything I've seen before.'

(Oh ar, what IS with those visions, although im sure you can guess who it is. And Nick's leg is busted, which can't be good. Hopefully they can survive in that supermarket.... hopefully... till next time!)