"Are you kidding me?" Five gasped. "How exactly do you expect me to outrun forty zombies carrying eight sports bras, two pickaxes and a baby?"

"I'm sorry, Five, but it's our only option!" Sam called nervously in her earpiece. "They're right on your trail, and we can't just leave a kid stranded out here. That's inhumane! Basic rules of human decency!"

Five growled. "I know, I know! Just—just keep your eye on me!"

Sam sighed. "I always do."

Five ducked her head down and continued running through the forest. The wilderness was one of the most dangerous places for anyone—human or otherwise—to be. No one could tell what kind of beings roamed the thick greenery, but no one wanted to find out.

"Five," Sam said suddenly. "Look out on your left. Something's coming up fast and—"

"Put that child down!"

Five shrieked and skidded to the side as a motorcycle pulled up beside her. A fair-haired, slightly balding man crashed into view, his eyes glued to the white-blonde toddler wrapped in Five's arms.

"Leave her to me!" the man demanded.

Sam mirrored Five's thoughts exactly: "Um… keep running." Refusing to stop, Five attempted to ignore the man and outpace the motorcycle in vain.

"That's my daughter!" the man roared as Five clutched the crying girl. "My name's Ed Harrison, and that's my daughter, Molly!"

At hearing her name, the child looked over to the man, to Five's surprise. He gasped in delight.

"Thank God! She's all right! Molly, look here! I've got Mr. Rabbit for you!"

The child's sobs stopped abruptly as Ed pulled out an old, matted stuffed animal. Five stopped running.

"Five, what are you doing?" Sam gasped.

"Shh, hold on!"

The little girl began reaching for the rabbit, giggling happily and struggling to get back to the man. His eyes were shining in relief. Without another word, Five passed the little girl back to her father, and they hugged desperately.

"Yes, Molly… I'm here. Daddy's here…"

"What happened to you?" Five snapped. "This girl was out in the wilderness for days!"

Ed looked down at his daughter guiltily. "I didn't mean for anything to happen. I had to leave Molly and her mother, Becca, back in hiding while I found food. I stumbled into a nest, though, and couldn't return for days. Becca must have… must have been bitten and gotten as far away as possible before wanting to eat her own daughter." Ed blinked furiously, strapping his daughter into a small motorcycle seat behind him and revving up the engine—which sputtered and died.

"Damn it," he muttered, checking over the bike. "I'm out of fuel!" He looked at Five, his eyes pleading. "Listen, I know where we could get some oil. If you help me, I'll gladly give you some, too. I saw a camp set up not far from here. Guys wearing a blue uniform. We can see what they have."

Five thought for a moment.

"All right, I'll go."

"Wait, I didn't catch all that," Sam interrupted. "Where are you going?"

"Just for some supplies with the kid's dad. It'll be fast."

Ed held Molly as they jogged along in the wilderness, soon coming upon the camp... which was empty. Tent stakes were still stuck in the ground and supplies were littered everywhere, but no humans were in sight.

Both Ed and Five gasped in as they looked around the area, but for two very different reasons. The father rushed forward to collect the ample supply of oil for his motorbike, but Five stood still, staring.

In the campsite lay a rocket launcher.