Hahaha. Yay, I got this up pretty quick! It's my second day of holidays and I've already got one up. That's pretty good if I say so myself! Expect quite a few more chapters coming you're way in the next two weeks, but perhaps not as many as there would have originally been. That's for two reasons, I have three assignments over the holidays (which totally sucks! D: ) and I want to jot down the ideas I have for another fanfic. Don't despair though, there will still be heaps of new chapters! Anyway thanks for the feedback about the whole, lack-of-action thing. I was a bit worried there, and probably would have gotten this out earlier if I wasn't having trouble with my confidence in writing skills. This chapters a bit longer than usual so that's awesome right? I hope you enjoy it and I would love to hear some more feedback from you awesome people. I feel like there's something else I meant to say but I can't remember so I'm just going to stop ranting and let you guys read okay?

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"Let's go" Feliciano said slamming the truck door behind him "We need to find somewhere else or be back here by sunset so there's no point wasting time." He was trying hard to hide the unease that had settled in his heart while they were travelling earlier, but the deep grimace on his face was a dead give away. The others however decided not to say anything, as it was not exactly the time for conversations like that, and simply nodded there heads in agreement. Rome was different than he, or any of them really had expected, the atmosphere felt dead, the hollow streets sounded dead, the inhabitants smelt dead and even the air tasted of death. It reminded him of Berne, but on a much bigger scale, and it disturbed him much more that the heart of his brother would be like that. He refused to let those doubts touch his hope though and just walked silently down the streets.

They had decided against driving the truck all the way in as it would attract to much unwanted attention and instead had begun walking in one of the outer suburbs. It was fairly quiet, well the sound of undead moaning surrounded them so not in the usual sense, but in the sense that there weren't actually many that they passed by. Guns were kept holstered and the 'creatures' were taken out silently with various tools they'd picked up at the gas station. Despite the coldness of the city, Feliciano took the lack of undead as a good sign and his grimace lessened slightly.

"Where do you think they are?" Meagan whispered, breaking the silence.

"Who?" Lili whispered from behind them, as she had volunteered to take up the rear while Feliciano was up front.

"The zombies."

"Don't say that" Feliciano hissed back to her.

"What?...Zombies? That's what they are though."

"Yeah I know but…" he shook his head, it wasn't really the pressing issue at that moment, " Anyway, what do you mean where are they? They just aren't here so it doesn't matter."

Silence settled back in for a while before Meagan interrupted it again, "I don't think that's right though. It feels so…creepy here, and it's not exactly a picture perfect scene" she gestured around to various crashed cars and stains of blood, " There were definitely zombies when I was here, at least where we were and I mean they must have gone...somewhere."

No one replied to her and her words slowly crept under their skin. Lili began to turn around constantly, Gilbert was peering deep into every shadow and Feliciano was simply trying to keep his hope up, searching for any idea where his brother might be. The silence continued for several minutes until Feliciano stopped dead in his tracks making a gagging sound. "Feli, what the fuck. are you okay?" Gilbert asked, cautiously placing his hand on the others shoulder. He shook his head in response, trying to stop retching noises "What the hell is that smell?".

The others stepped up beside him and took large deep breaths to see what he was talking about, and when it hit them they too turned pale. It was pungent, putrid and smelt like mold, and rot, and garbage and death in one neat little aroma. Feliciano looked around for the source, half expecting to see one of those things stumbling towards them but knowing it was too ungodly for it to just be that. It took a few seconds, and a chorus of the oh-so-familiar blood-chilling call of death for him to realise what the smell was, and it took one more moment for it to come into view.

One by one those things stumble around the corner, each wearing it's own mark of death, and each with it's own unique look of hunger in it's eyes. One by one, there jaws dropped, the fear set in, they had found the zombies, and one by one they began to run. Gilbert reached for his gun, probably just to make himself feel better, because Feliciano knew, they all knew that even if they used everyone of there bullets it wouldn't be enough. They couldn't outrun them either, they were faster but the undead never slow down. They had to loose them. "Follow me guys. I think I know where we can hide." Feliciano blubbered out in between his panting.

The group rounded the corner, and Lili let out a cry as a small group came out of a nearby bush and lashed at herself and Gilbert. He squeezed her arm a little bit and the two of them quickly took down the creatures. They stepped over the bodies to join Feliciano and Meagan when the mob came around the corner, right next to them, upon them, surrounding them, Feliciano tried desperately to get too the other two but after almost getting bit, twice, Meagan grabbed his arm and pulled him away before the core of the group arrived.

They ran fast, and far, and for what seemed like forever. They ran past more houses than he could have counted. They ran further away from those monsters. They ran deeper into the heart of the city. They ran until there was no breath left in their lungs, and still after that they ran. His feet ached, his chest throbbed and his head swam but still they ran. Away from the danger, but away from Gilbert and Lili. They ran until the sun began to disappear, and only then did the run slow to a jog and the jog to a walk and eventually they stopped in an alley and rested.

"We have to go back for them" he cried as soon as he had enough air in him.

"We can't." Meagan croaked out, "We can't go back in there. If they are still alive, we'll find them tomorrow okay?".

Feliciano nodded, he knew she was right but he didn't like that IF one bit, "Where do we go though? We can't get back to the truck."

She looked around for a bit and smiled, " I think… this is near the place I was staying, where my sister could be. We can probably get there before all the light goes, and it's the safest prospect we have.

He rolled his head around for a while, still dizzy and light-headed before he nodded and climbed to his feet, "yeah, that sounds alright. which way is it?"

Meagan took his hand and led him back onto the street. This time they didn't run, but instead flew silently through the shadows. Eventually they reached a small building on the corner of two main streets, it was old, the bricks were dull and vines swam around it's base. Feliciano had passed by it many times as he'd gone about the city, he'd even met the man who'd built it when he was much younger. He had always liked that house, and it's big red door. He'd always thought that, if he had been given the chance, he would have raised a family in a house like that. But people like him didn't have that chance, especially not in a world like this. And houses weren't important in a world like this, especially not their big red doors, they were just another house that used to hold the living.

They lingered outside for a moment before Meagan stepped up too the door and knocked. There was a sound from inside that he couldn't place, but something was definitely in there. She knocked again and there was nothing. She tried the handle, but the door seemed to be barricaded. She looked back at Feliciano for approval, she was desperate and he wasn't about to stop her so he nodded. She smiled, faced the door again, one, two, three bangs into it and there was a loud crack.

She creaked open the door and peered into the darkness as Feliciano pulled out his gun just to be safe. He wasn't sure what exactly happened but there were a couple of soft bangs and suddenly something jumped out of the house and onto Meagan. At first he thought it was a zombie, but then he realised they were hugging, it was her sister. And he couldn't help but smile, because in such a cold cruel world, reunions were such a beautiful thing.

Amy invited them both inside quickly before replacing the barricade the best she could and then leading them into what had once been a lounge room. In the room were two men, one sitting by the table and one on the couch. The first one was tall and lanky looking, with short, patchy, black hair. He was reading some history book through foggy, broken glasses. The second one was pale and sickly looking in the way he bent over. He was tall and held resemblance to a skeleton. His hair was a dirty, ashy red colour and seemed tangled beyond repair as strands of it stuck out at all angles. The second man looked up as they entered the room and his golden eyes fixed with Feliciano's. There was a moments tension before Feli's eyes recognized the others and the man stood to his feet, apparently containing more strength than one would think at first glance, and let out a bellowing, rasping yell. "FELICIANO VARGAS! YOU DICK. WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?"

And Feliciano could have sworn that was the widest he had ever smiled.