This isn't listed in the categories but I think more people should probably give it a chance. It's inspired by the old radio dramas and is about a group of survivors trying to live in a world overrun by zombies. This started out as a recurring dream and I couldn't get it out of my head. The characters are mine and not from We're Alive. I hope you like it. All comments are welcome.

Chapter 16

I slammed my hand down hard on the table, causing several stacks of paper to slide off of the desk in front of me. A few more lean dangerously close to the edge but they don't join the rest of that pages that I unintentionally knocked over.

"Damn it, Roadie," I said angrily, looking up at him. "Why wasn't I told of this sooner?"

Roadie sighs as he leans down to retrieve the papers from the floor. There were dark circles under his eyes that I hadn't noticed before but I was so angry with him from keeping so much from me. I could have sworn they weren't there the last time I spoke to him. Things must really have gotten bad for it to all affect him this way, I thought.

He leaned forward and steeples his fingers in front of his face as I wait for his explanation. I clench my fist and was about to knock this rest of his papers to the floor when he finally replies.

"Because there was too much risk involved, Moll," he answered quietly.

I look away from him and shut my eyes, sighing in anger. I count quietly in my head to try to calm down as much as possible before I say something I would later regret but instead something else occurs to me.

"This is why you pushed to train new teams, isn't it?" I demand quietly. "It wasn't simply for more teams; it was to prepare for this…this suicide mission!"

"No one knew that Dylan had left before any of this happened," he tried to explain but I look hard back at him. "We didn't know that he all this time he was overseas."

"How do you know it's even him?"

"I know it's him, Moll," he said, looking at me steadily. "He won't be alone. There were countless men and women at the London branch, possibly more than were here when the epidemic started…"

I interrupted him. "So what's changed? If this going on all over the world, what changed that would make him want to chance crossing back to the US?"

"They're running out of resources and despite their numbers, they're being overrun, Moll," he explained.

"How are they even getting here? I don't think they want to chance any of the airports," I pointed out. "The few that we've managed to get to are beyond repair. We don't have the manpower or the materials…"

"They're not crossing by plane," he said as he leans back. "They managed to find a working ship big enough to bring everything from their branch here."

"A rescue this massive will involve everyone here at the Compound, Roadie," I point out. "And not everyone here signed up to handle a weapon."

"We have just enough trained now to chance it," he said. "We'll use all of the heavy vehicles to handle everything they bring with them and we have the armored buses for the personal."

"It seems I don't have a say so in the matter," I said as I started to stand. "I'll get my team ready…"

"You're coming with me, Moll," he said and I drop back down in my seat.

"That's not our deal, Roadie," I yelled. "I have my team for a reason!"

"Well for now, your team will have a few new members," he said as I got up quickly and headed for the door. "They've already left, Moll. While I was explaining all of this to you, they were divided into groups and sent out already. They should all be nearing the routes given to them."

"Damn you!" I stopped with my hand on the door handle. "You knew I won't agree to that ever."

"I need you with me, Moll," he said as he also got to his feet. "I trust that they will be in good hands."

He walked to me and placed his hand on my shoulder but I shrugged it off. I hear him sigh as he walks away from me.

"You better be right about this, Roadie," I said quietly as I turned the door handle. "You risk us all if this goes badly."

I walked out before he could respond and didn't stop until I was far enough away from his office. I leaned up against the wall for a moment and slid down to sit on the floor.

"There'll be time for that later," a voice said from nearby. I looked up and spotted Sean leaning against the opposite wall.

"Oh, shut up," I griped. "Can you honestly say that this isn't a bad idea?"

He didn't answer me at first, just looked at me carefully before looking down at the floor.

"I don't make the decisions around here," he said after a while.

"I'm surprised that you say that," I said and I stood once more. "Considering it's your uncle we're going to rescue. It just surprises me that you weren't the one running this place this whole time in his absence."

He looked at me with an odd expression before turning away.

"How did you…"

"For a while all they did was argue what our "course of action" should be and I had a lot of spare time on my hands," I answer. "You changed your name for obvious reasons, and to me, that's commendable."

"I didn't even know he was still alive until I heard about this," he admitted as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm not suited to handle everything that needed to go on here. I needed to be out there, trying to fix what was broken."

I was honestly surprised by what he admitted.

"You sound just how I feel," I said quietly. "I couldn't just sit back and wait for the world to fix itself. We may never know why this all happened but we could at least give others a fighting chance to survive."

"But that's just it, Moll," he said as he turned to me. "Will we ever know why this really happened?"

I stayed quiet for a moment and shook my head. "I don't think I want to know." I admitted. "I just want to survive it. And hopefully find a way to get back home."

Sean smiled as I passed him. "This isn't home to you?" he asked.

"Never," I said.