I don't know how to do that perspective line break thing that every other author in the universe, except me, knows how to do. Enjoy.

Jakes POV

I chickened out, I fucking chickened out again! The minute I he finished his little 'things happen for a reason' speech; I should've put one between his eyes, like Ellie said earlier. Instead we booked it the fuck out, and here I am, scared shitless looking through the scope of Joel's rifle for any intruders while Ellie catches some sleep, waiting for my shift to end, so she can begin hers.

That David guy, shit I didn't like him before and I fucking don't like him now. Strike one: trying to get us to come with him too camp, strike two: hiding a gun from us, strike three: the asshole trying to leave me behind, I gotta thank Ellie later for standing by me.

Shit, my hands were trembling. I drank from my canteen, to help me calm down and got back to work. It's been few hours since we got back, and so far, nothing. Which can only mean one of two things, one; they fucked off, or the more than likely two; they'll be here in the morning. I guess to surprise us? Maybe they think we'll be slower in the morning or some shit.

Turns out I'm dead on. A few hours later, I see a whole fucking mob of them come around into the street. Fuck, there must be a dozen of them, all armed and dangerous. I run down into the basement, Ellie's already up and loading her bag 'pack with supplies.

"You have any half-decent ideas?" I ask her, as I grab my 'pack from where I left it.

"I actually do. We can't leave Joel here alone, and carrying him is too slow and noticeable. So I sneak out the back and distract those assholes away from the house while you stay here and guard Joel." She finished.

"Okay, one problem though, I'm not leaving you alone. Not with those assholes up and about." I stated.

"I'll just lead them somewhere else and sneak back, I'll be fine." She replied.

"Why can't I do it?" I said, confused.

"Because if things get hairy, odds are your gonna have to shoot a gun and no offense, but I'm the better gunslinger." She did have point, if it didn't have scope, odds are that I would suck ass shooting with it.

"Just be careful, I can't lose you Ellie." I said. She was my best, and only friend.

"Okay." She replied.

With that she was off, I sat down facing the door, rifle at my side, with nothing better to do then take out my book and read.

Ellie's POV

Well the whole 'distracting than sneaking' plan failed about halfway through. I sure fucking distracted them though, but stumbling on to a second team was NOT part of the plan. A mile or two away I fired shots into the air thinking I could lure them away, the thing is, is that they had a backup crew right around the fucking corner. How I didn't hear them, I don't know, but they sure as hell heard me.

I ducked as shots flew over my head, cursing at myself for being so stupid, I got my pistol out and nailed one in the chest, he didn't get back up. A guy with a pipe ran around the corner and took a swing at me. I ducked and the guy hit one of the wooden fences behind me, the recoil knocked him off balance and before he could recover he was stabbed multiple times by my switchblade.

I checked my magazine, four shots and at least three guys. I don't like those odds, considering that the other group was probably making their way here now. I looked around for any means of escape. I only found one, a twelve foot drop leading to a whole bunch of cabins. I shook my head, I don't know what's down there and I would get blasted to pieces.

I looked in my backpack for anything; I never asked Joel how to make any nail bombs our Molotov's, so we ended up using all of his premade stuff within a couple weeks. I searched around my backpack for anyth- oh wait, what the hell's this? I pulled out a tiny little bag with a fuse poking out of it.

Oh- right, yeah this is a smoke bomb, huh. Joel really never used these, something about them being 'useless in a firefight'; hell this one's probably months old. Well better than nothing, I chucked it at my attackers. The bomb went up in a dome of smoke, my attackers coughing furiously. I sat there for a second; amazed that the smoke bombs had actually worked out, than I made a break for it, jumping down the drop and sprinting towards the cabins.

A few more guys, a few more bodies lying in my wake. I found some pistol ammo in a desk and picked up one of good old David's shotguns. Did I mention I fucking love shotguns? They were ALWAYS cool in whatever comic or book I read, Joel never let me use one, saying it was too much, for a kid my age. In the early winter, Jake and I took the shotgun out on some supply runs, but then on one run, we came across a whole pack of infected, and then poof, all the shells were gone.

Well I get to use one now, I thought as I made my way to this lodge, hoping to lose them. Twenty years ago this would've been a nice place to be, the animals, the mountains, the view, and not getting shot at every five hundred feet. Now it's a battleground, bricks and bottles lay at my feet, materials sit about, and anything you can crouch behind is cover.

I spotted a gate, from a little ways up, it could be my only chance of escape, only problem is that a group of assholes we're patrolling the area, trying to sniff me out I guess. I grabbed a bottle from under the counter of some kind of outdoor bar and chucked it at the side of one of the buildings, the sound alerted to of the guys, who went over to investigate. I quickly followed up with another one Joel's premade smoke bombs; the two guys coughed furiously before I came in and finished them off with my switchblade.

The other men wouldn't shoot what they can't see and dove to cover; I snuck over to the left of some fucker and blew his fucking head to pieces with my shotgun.

Fuck that hurt! It's been such a long while that I actually forgot how the recoil of a shotgun felt like. Two other assholes came around the corner; two bodies fell to the pavement with gaping holes in their chests. I was a bit preoccupied with the aching pain in my shoulder, so I heard the guy that snuck up to me too late, as he tried to put me in a choke hold.

I bit down on his forearm, he let go and I immediately turned around and stabbed the shit out of that dude with my knife. He fell down to the floor dead, as I slowly, but steadily calmed down. The biting thought gave me a weird idea though, I've been immune for about a year now but I'm still technically infected, so could I actually transfer the infection by biting people? The guy on the ground, bleeding out of his neck obviously won't be getting up again but would other people turn? I decided to ask Joel about this later as I made my way out of the front door of the lodge when I was suddenly grabbed by someone.

"You're easy to track." The man hissed into my ear, oh fuck, David. The last thing I saw was his grinning face before the whole world went black.

Huh, a bit shorter than usual.

I got some good news and bad news, bad news is that school started back (Yeah, yeah, I'm still technically a kid) which means that my time for working on these will be cut, by like ¾'s. So expect a longer waiting period in between chapters. Good news, that when I get seemingly good ideas for the story, I can actually think it out a bit more, before writing a bad chapter because of it.

Also just started getting into the Kick Ass franchise, just putting that out there.

Until next time

-Jogman