"They're late," Farman announced as he sat outside the base, a sniper held in his pale hands as he looked across the land with narrowed eyes.
Havoc sighed and leaned against the metal panel of the base wall, closing his eyes and taking in a deep drag of the cigarette that hung limply between his lips. It had been two hours since Mustang and Hawkeye had set off, and he was starting to get worried, like most of the sheltered in this small military base.
"I'm sure they'll be back," He said, taking the now blunt cigarette butt out of his mouth and tossing it to the ground, crushing it under his boot.
"We just have to wait,"

And wait they did. They had been waited for ages, sometimes swapping positions with the other survivors.
It wasn't a big base, more like a small bunker, the best place to be if they were attacked by those vile creatures.
Havoc wasn't even sure what they were. Dangerous, brainless, rotting beasts.

Undead.

Suddenly, there was a soft rumbling sound coming from the distance, and Havoc looked up quickly, glancing to the side as Farman jumped up with a pair of binoculars in his hand, peering through them.
"They're back!" He said excitedly, dropping the binoculars back around his neck, but not moving from his spot.
Havoc sighed in relief and slumped back a little, his muscles relaxing after being tense for so long.
"What have they got?" He asked curiously and Farman picked up his binoculars, looking through them again.
"A white truck, a Honda by the looks of things," The male replied. "It looks clean and only the window seems broken…"
Havoc paused for a moment. "Seems broken? Come on Farman it's either broken or it's not," He said, grinning a little sheepishly.
If the window was broken, there was a high chance one of them was injured, or something. And if one of them had been bitten… then that meant…

Not waiting for Farman's answer, Havoc stood up and climbed down the metal ladder to go and greet Mustang and Hawkeye, skipping the last few steps and taking a fresh cigarette from a packet in his combat pants, grasping it between his lips and lighting it up with a Zippo lighter before he puffed away and smiled, approaching the truck.

"Hey chief!" Havoc said cheerfully as the two parked the truck inside the base and hopped out.
Eyeing Hawkeye a little, Havoc noticed her bandaged hand and narrowed his eyes a little, grabbing his gun and cocking it at her.
"Drop your gun Havoc, I haven't been bitten," Hawkeye said as if she wasn't the least bit surprised by the man's reaction. "I smashed my hand in to the glass, it's just a few cuts, nothing too bad," She said, closing her eyes. "Nice to see you're not afraid to shoot if you have to though," She said and brushed passed him.
Havoc blinked a little and look to Mustang, who sighed a little and shrugged his shoulders.
"The door wouldn't open and we were in a tight situation," He explained carelessly, also walking past Havoc and padding towards the supply room, taking off his black jacket and tossing it to the side.

"And I thought Farman was joking…" Havoc mumbled as he looked back at the truck, deciding to give it a once over. He walked towards the back of the truck, peering inside the trunk. Luckily it was empty, and there were no signs of blood anywhere.
"That's good," Havoc murmured to himself as he hopped in to the truck and moved it forward a little more.
"Fuery! You've got some work to do!" He called out, and listened as his voice echoed throughout the metal shell they hid away in.

Fuery popped out of a random room curiously, pushing the glasses up his nose before he smiled at Havoc and nodded his head.
"I'll be right out Havoc," He called before he disappeared again.
Fuery had a way with cars, he wasn't a mechanic but he just new how cars worked and how to fix things. He was the survivors' handy man. It was kind of funny, seeing as he was one of the younger members of the group.

Smiling, the older man ran his fingers through his dirty blond hair and set off, heading back off up the metal ladder and joining Farman on the roof.
"It wasn't anything too serious," Havoc said as Farman opened his mouth to speak.
"Oh well, that's good then," Farman said and continued to look through the binoculars whilst Havoc checked his gun for ammo.
"Damn… running out of magazines," The tall male mumbled as he clicked the gun open and checked it. "We're gonna have to go salvaging tomorrow," He said, eyebrows furrowing as he thought about it.
Farman grunted a little in reply. "Luckily we know the city's layout by now, and where they hide…"
Havoc exhaled a breath of smoke and closed his eyes once he finished fixing his gun, laying it beside him. "I suppose so… but still…"

"What's the situation?" A voice asked from behind them and Mustang climbed up on to the roof, sitting down with a small huff and looking out across the city.
"Nothing as of yet, sir, we haven't been in any danger since Wednesday," Farman announced and Havoc nodded in agreement.
"I suppose it's a good thing, but it seems a little boring," Havoc put in, laying back against the roof of the bunker and puffing away on his cigarette. "And we haven't found any more survivors… it's only been a few months since the outbreak,"
Mustang sighed and shook his head lightly. "There's nothing we can do about that, we just have to keep looking and hope we'll find someone," He said. "It might be time we moved to a new city… let's just hope that it's not too late…"
Havoc and Farman fell silent in thought, bowing their heads a little. It was a scary thought to think they were the only ones left on the earth, surrounded by those things. But there was hope, they were only near a small city in the middle of America, and the world was a big place, maybe there would be thousands more alive, and doing better than they were.

"If we're going salvaging, we'd better do it soon," Hawkeye said as she climbed on to the roof, slipping in to a sitting position and taking the rifle from her back, setting it beside her.
"Anyway, Havoc, shift's over," She announced, and Havoc yawned, sitting up and discarding his blunt cigarette.
"About time," He said, getting up and stretching. "I've been dying for a nap," He added, looking out across the barren wasteland one last time, before doing a double take.
In the distance, he spotted something, and grabbed the binoculars beside Hawkeye, bringing them to his eyes and looking out. He could feel his companions tense beside him as he did so.
"Havoc?"
"Are they zombies Havoc?"
"N-no…" Havoc stuttered. The sight before him shocked him to no end. Two young boys, both with dirty golden hair, literally dragged themselves towards the base. Caked in dirt and blood, they looked about as dead as they come, but Havoc saw something. Determination, the will to survive faintly sparkling in their dull eyes.
"Jesus Christ there are two kids out there," He gasped.
Quickly, Farman grabbed his binoculars and looked out too. "And that's not all," He said grimly, grabbing his gun.

"They've got company,"

--

Authors Note: A little longer than before. Hope you enjoy it! I like this chapter quite a bit Also, who are the two young blonds Havoc was referring to? Find out in the next chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Fullmetal Alchemist characters used in this story.