"Sam!" Five breathed, staring at the weapon. "Sam, I found a rocket launcher!"

"What?" Sam yelped. "Where?"

"An abandoned camp!" Five replied, forgetting the oil momentarily and striding toward the launcher. "The girl's dad said that men in blue uniforms were camped here, but now they're gone!"

"Bring it back, all right?" Sam said seriously. "We're going to need to take a look at it."

"Copy that."

Five could hardly tear her eyes from the rocket launcher. Sam had been right; it had been stationed in the middle of the wilderness. Part of Five felt better that the weapon hadn't been shot by the zombies—then they would have in trouble—but this meant that some group of people had a problem with Mullins Township. Five thought hard as she attached cans of oil to her utility belt and stuck some into her backpack as well. It was bad enough that they were warring against the undead; would Abel have to now begin battling with humans as well?

Another piece of technology caught Five's eye as she and Ed finished scanning the campsite: a small, rectangular box. Five picked it up and turned it around in her hands; it had a dial and a number of buttons. Flicking the box on, Five pressed one of the buttons labeled "Low." A loud, flat tone sounded from the device, and Ed looked over at her.

"Where'd you find that?" he asked, walking over.

"By the rocket launcher." Five fiddled with it for another moment. "It just... produces tones."

"Good God, these guys just left all their technology lying around." Ed shook his head in disbelief. "Come on, we'd better get going if the zombs are on our trail. Take that and the launcher and we'll head back to the motorbike."

When they reached the vehicle, Ed and Five dragged it to a nearby patch of sunlight in order to see the fuel tank better.

"Ah, there you are!" Sam piped up. "I've got you on the cameras now. Look at you! You've got fuel and the launcher! You're just getting more and more popular around here, Five."

Five grinned and saluted, knowing Sam would see it. However, just as she waved her hand, a deep crash echoed in the woods.

Both Five and Ed froze.

The groans and padding of undead feet were audible as the horde got closer. Ed looked at Five with alarm.

"It's going to take me a moment to refill this bike," he said, handing Molly to Five. "Start running back to Abel and I'll meet up with you. Don't get caught!"

"Five, run!" Sam cried. "They know your location!"

Molly's pale curls bounced as Five took off, the new load even heavier on her back. The little girl immediately began crying, and Five cursed under her breath as the zombies heard the noise and began following along closely behind.

Five could hardly keep up a jog with everything she was carrying, and the zombies were getting closer. The rattles and moans only made Molly cry harder, and though Five knew she shouldn't look behind her... she did.

One zombie in the lead was loping swiftly toward her, one other close behind. Five let out a small scream of terror and picked up the pace, but the zombie didn't have oil cans or toddlers weighing him down. He was right on top of them... at Five's heels… he reached out a rotted hand to close around Five's neck and—

CRASH!

Ed's motorbike sped through the forest, and Five turned just in time to see him chop the head off of the lead zombie with a tire iron. With one expert shot, he eliminated the second zombie as well.

"Woah!" Sam exclaimed, nearly popping Five's eardrum. "That guy just saved your life! Took out two zombs from the back of his motorbike!"

Five handed Molly to Ed once more.

"Th—thank you—" she gasped, struggling to catch her breath.

"Not a problem," Ed said, securing his daughter into the seat behind him. "Come on, I can see Abel's gate from here. We're almost back." He looked toward the township wistfully. "Listen… I know it's hard to take in new faces, but… I don't have anywhere to go, and—"

"Tell that guy we'll take him!" Sam said excitedly. "That was bloody amazing!"

Five related the message once her heart rate calmed some.

"Thank you… thank you so much!" Ed replied, visibly relieved. "But... I don't have any more room for you..." Five glanced at the bike; it was already struggling to hold the cans of oil, rocket launcher, and two humans. Ed shrugged, checking the surrounding area. The zombies were at bay for the moment. "Well, I guess you're gonna have to run."

Sam heard that comment and burst into laughter as Ed sped toward Abel in the motorcycle.

"He—he just left me!" Five protested indignantly. "He just said—"

"Oh, come on, Five, it's not like you're in any danger now. The zombs are far behind. You'll make it back."

Five growled. "You'd better hope I don't make it back or I'll be kicking your rear out of Abel to run around for a bit."