It has been three days ever since things went to hell, it has also been three days since Lester has heard anything from his contact and business associates. The only person he has with him is Paige, and she's being pretty liberal with whatever is left of the supplies in the factory.

Lester looked at his laptop, no recent emails or messages in his inbox. Just because the apocalypse has arrived doesn't mean there's no power or thankfully the internet.

"Where are they? They of all people should've survive." Lester said aloud.

Paige made a scoff. "Who? Who in God's name are you waiting for? No one is gonna come for us, man. I doubt those assholes would come for us anyways."

"Why are you mean to them? One day they might fight back y'know."

She just scoffed once more. "Yeah,sure they will."

Lester looked at her scornfully and turned to the door of his office and closed the door. He sighed and rested his head into his hands, wondering what would happen. At the moment, he received an email from an anonymous messenger.

"Hey, I have a mission for you. Don Sollecito is stuck inside his mansion at in Vinewood, he would like some extra security when he leaves on Thursday, in three days. If you manage to rescue him and his daughter, we will pay handsomely, in gold, that is. Make sure your people don't fuck up, or else the cannibals outside will be the least of your problems, capisce? Arrivederci."

Lester huffed. "Looks like crime never sleeps."

Jackson drove down the street, his Bravado hitting some corpses and such in the surprisingly empty street. Jackson was heading down to the garment factory where Lester was supposedly hiding out in. He had no idea that shit like this would happen, he hated being wrong.

He slowed down near the garment factory Lester had told them off, and by the looks of it, it seems that they still had occupance. Jackson entered through reinforced and barricaded gate. Jackson took out his Bullpup rifle with a scope, grip and flashlight. He scanned the area in search for any of those who were infected, but it seemed clear for now. He parked his Bravado outside the door and knocked, waiting for a response.

The heavily barricaded door opened with a gothic-looking girl standing in front of the way. She made a sarcastic comment, but he just walked past her before she was finished saying whatever she was saying. He inspected the interior of the building. Supplies were everywhere, the windows were boarded with wood planks, and trash all over the floor.

"Lester is in his office, dickhead." Was all Paige said. Jackson gave her a nod and continued to Lester's office. He opened the door to find a happy looking Lester, waiting patiently for the career criminal.

"Ah, welcome to my fort of solitude, my friend. Hope you brought some supplies and or able-bodied protectors?" Lester inquired. Jackson simply raised his shoulders.

"Supplies yes, protectors no."

The shorter man simply chuckled. "Better than nothing I guess, do you know where anyone else is perhaps?"

"No." Jackson replied, Lester sighed and continued his way to his computer, showing him the message he had received. "See this? This is a message from a mob boss, he wants extra security for when he leaves his house on Thursday. Even in the apocalypse, people still need to attend to their crime organization."

"So, how will they pay?"

"In gold they say, I'm sure when society collapses, people use the good ol' rocks again instead of paper." Lester got up from his chair and stood on his cane. "We can't send you alone for this job, so we gotta wait for any other survivor to assist you."

Jackson leaned against the wall, his dark eyes staring at the floor. "Guess crime never sleeps huh?"

Lester grinned. "It never does."

•°•°•°•

"You ready? We got to go find the guy" Donovan yelled across his barricaded apartment in his black one-hole Balaclava , dressed in A OD green combat jacket, a tactical vest, and black cargo pants and boots. Bonnie was also dressed similarly, except her jacket was gray, and she wore a ballistic mask instead of a balaclava. Her hair was pulled back to a sleek low bun, shining in the light.

"Yeah, just about. Found my gloves yet?" She asked.

Donovan had looked around his trash cluttered apartment and found them. "The fingerless ones?"

"Yeah." He went to her and gave her the gloves. "Thanks a bunches." She slid them on and got her Assault Rifle, equipped with a supressor, grip, and Flashlight. Donovan also got his Carbine Rifle, with all the mods available at Ammu-Nation.

"Alright, here's the plan: after we find Mr. Green, we will take him to Lester for us to meet up." They stood before the door of the apartment and prepared their final adjustments. "How's does this Mr. Green look like?" Bonnie inquired.

"Dressed in tactical gear, brown hair, hazel eyes, about 5'11."

"Guess that's enough info, let's go." They exited the house and ventured to the elevator, looking around for any zombies and the like. When it was all clear, they entered the elevator and went to the garage. "What car?" Bonnie asked.

"We're taking the Granger, it still has some supplies and a two seats open."

"Alright." They got inside the Granger and started the ignition. They went outside the first door and made their way to the second. When the door was opening, they saw that they weren't alone. A few zombie stragglers were gnawing at whoever was unfortunate enough to die. The zombies took notice of them, also, and they began chasing the car.

"Oh damn! They're fast! Quick drive away!" He drove away as fast as he can to Vinewood boulevard. He took out a couple of zombies with car as he drove away.

Donovan spoke. "Shit. Didn't expect them to be fast..." he said, still surprised in their speed. "Well, let's get a goin'." They drove around over to the house where 'Mr. Green' said he would meet his rescuers.

Bonnie looked around the area. "Don't see nobody. Let's check inside the house." They slowly got out of the black Granger and scanned around the neighborhood.

All quiet. That's not good.

"Let's check the house, I'll bet we'll find some sup-" their chatter was interrupted by a hail of gunfire coming from the other side of the road. Soon, the car was covered in holes, but thankfully, didn't penetrate the armor.

Donovan quickly jumped over a wall and started shooting randomly. Bonnie quickly followed and proceeded to do the same, using up her entire magazine. The shooters stopped firing and reloaded their weapons. The two behind the wall took this opportunity and rushed the attackers, who were hiding behind a large rock next to the road.

They reached to the rock no problem and both aimed their guns at the attackers. "Hands up, douchedicks! Drop your guns!" The saboteurs complied willingly and dropped their weapons. As they raised their hands, Donovan noticed the taller one. He had somewhat long red hair and nice green eyes, and had a youthful appearance that Donovan wished he still had. He was dressed differently from his partner, wearing a leather jacket with a wolf picture and simple blue jeans.

His partner was a couple inches smaller, but he was much different from the other. He had dark brown hair nicely cropped Short part side, with an equally clean goatee to match. He was wearing a zipped up woodland camo hoodie and black cargo pants, with black body armor over his hoodie. He had the same hazel eyes that Mr. Green would have, then realization came to him.

"Are you Mitchell Green?" Donovan groaned. Mitchell replied with a curt nod and Donovan facepalmed. Mitchell spoke up, "Are you DankDon?"

"Yes. Who's this guy with you?" The other prisoner spoke up, announcing himself. "I'm Drake Stinburn. Sorry for attacking, we didn't know who you were."

"Exactly who did you meet Mitchell here?" Bonnie inquired. Mitchell spoke again. "I went outside to scavenge around the area, I burned through my supplies rather quickly. When I opened my door he was there. We made an agreement and decided to ambush any survivors driving up."

Bonnie shook her head, "I don't really think we have the time to talk, I think we should be going."

"Bonnies right, with all that gunfire, who knows what'll come here." Her partner added, as the two prisoners got up from their knees and grabbed their weapons. "No time to fuck around, let's get going to Lester."

They grabbed whatever supplies they had left and drove off to the garment factory.

•°•°•°•

Lester was looking out the window, watching a black Granger with a lot of bullet holes drive up to the factory. "Hey Paige, we got some visitors, unlock the door." Paige just said something under her breath and let in the strangers outside. She wasn't expecting the fucking Navy Seals to go through the door.

They looked at her for any words to leave, and she replied was a quick point to Lester's personal office. They gave her a thankful nod and went to the office, where Lester and Jackson waited patiently.

"Ah, our friends have returned. How was your trip?" No response.

"Guess that wasn't called for huh? Anyways, it seems that even in a zombie infested world, you'll still do work." Lester turned his laptop towards the new guests, showing the most recent email that Lester had received.

"Apparently some mobster wants to be escorted to, well, this place. His leaving will be on Thursday, tomorrow. He lives in 342 Vinewood drive. So get your things ready and we'll do this."

"We were just in Vinewood." Bonnie added, a deep, monotone voice filled the air. "Are you sure they're still alive?". Lester thought about this for some time before answering. "Well, it wouldn't hurt to collect whatever things they have."

"Sounds like a plan." Mitchell added. At this point of the 'conversation', Lester somewhat laughed, saying his reason why. "It's strange to hear you guys talk."

A/N: here's the new chapter. Sorry this one was very long to upload, I've been busy with school and stuff and its been very stressful lately, thanks to all who stayed.

There is some more good news, though. Next week is spring break! I'll have more time to write now that I don't have much work to do. And here's some even more good news, I'm off hiatus with For you, I'll Never Leave! I'll be uploading a chapter some time during my spring break! Isn't that great?!

Here's a serious message though, OC's sent in will now be minor characters instead of major ones, simply because I got a lot of OCs and I don't know what to do with them! Sorry guys.

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