Two and a half hours at sea later, the survivors reach South Beach, Miami. As they get closer, they learn that Zoey's prediction has come true.
With the beachfront jam packed with CEDA tents and dead bodies and the city up in flames without a single living soul to be found. In reaction, Snowden falls to his knees as he is on the verge of shedding tears.
While Louis and Francis feel horrible about what happened to Miami, Zoey puts on a stern attitude instead and asks the Army Ranger what is next.
Snowden: *breath trembling* Not Miami too.
Zoey: What do we do now, Snow'? Do we sail somewhere else?
Snowden: *sniffs* No, we can't. *clears throat* All those dark clouds behind us are building up into a hurricane. We'll need to find a secure place to stay, wait out the storm and find a helicopter to Washington D.C.
Louis: D.C.? Are you sure about that?
Snowden: Yeah, it's the most heavily protected city on Earth. Even if there will be Infected on the streets, there has to be military presence there. I'm sure of it. Okay, we dock at South Beach. We won't be needing the sailboat anymore.
Francis: Good, because I hate sailing.
After docking on South Beach, Snowden disembarks first and scouts ahead, with the first thing greeting him is a fallen Army Ranger with a Combat Rifle, six spare mags, and a missing torso and legs. But before the others can leave, Zoey requests Snowden to give her, Francis and Louis a moment to talk about some personal matters in private.
Snowden: Rest easy now, brother. I'll get those who did this to you. *takes Combat Rifle and magazines* Ready, guys?
Zoey: Hey, Snowden. Can you give us a minute? This is too personal and painful to share.
Snowden: Sure, I understand. I'll keep an eye out.
Zoey: Thanks.
Louis: What is it, Zoey?
Zoey: I knew it. I knew it. I freaking knew it. Why the hell did we follow this guy? We should've just stayed on the bridge.
Francis: Hey, Zoey. What's going on?
Zoey: I knew Snowden would never get us out. It was too good to be true. Listen to me, whatever he says or does, we CANNOT trust him.
Francis: What?! Why?
Zoey: Quiet. Think about it. Do you think someone like him would just pop out of the blue and rescue us without asking for anything in return? I believe he CHOSE us to do his dirty CEDA work.
Louis: What? How do you know this?
Zoey: Back on the ship, we found these drawings of this new Special Infected or some shit. And then he keeps them in his bag. He even told me that he was once CEDA's best field asset. Well, I think he's lying. I think he's still with CEDA and is trying to draft us into their stupid war or something like that.
Francis: Shit. I don't like this one bit.
Louis: None of us do. But can you prove it?
Zoey: Watch him as we go through those CEDA tents. Then you'll see what I mean. If we're smart, we kill him before he drags us down.
Francis: That's insane, Zoey. I've seen the way he fights, the way he kills. Even I don't wanna piss him off.
Zoey: Not if we either let a horde of zombies kill him or shoot him in the head when he's not looking.
Louis: I don't know, Zoey.
Zoey: Do you want to serve CEDA until they get us killed? Do you? Because I don't. And I know what to do. Trust me, this is for us. We're on our own, guys. It's high time we start acting like it.
Louis: Let's at least see what Snowden does in those CEDA tents. Then we can decide.
Francis: I still don't know. I hate hard decisions.
Zoey: God dammit, Francis. Could you please stop hating things and start thinking for once in your life? *sighs* Come on, that storm looks real bad.
Unknown to them, Snowden heard the conversation because they were not good at being quiet. But he does not react rashly because he understands where they are coming from.
Rather, he plans and prays that he can talk them into avoiding needless bloodshed once they get to D.C. However, just to be safe, he takes out his Dark Blue Ops-Core FAST Carbon High Cut Helmet w/ Black Earmor Tactical M32 Headset and PVS-15 Night Vision Goggles out of his backpack and puts it on.
Shortly after, Zoey, Francis and Louis come out of the sailboat, ready to join their unwanted de facto team leader.
Snowden: Hey, guys. Ready?
Zoey: Yeah, let's go.
Francis: Say, cool helmet, Snow'. Where'd you get it?
Snowden: *smiles* Thanks, Francis. Well, it's been in my backpack this whole time.
Louis: Why wear it just now?
Snowden: I just noticed that the Infected have gotten more interested in bashing solely our heads until we get knocked out or die of blunt force trauma lately. So be careful of that if you're not gonna wear any headgear.
Zoey: Hey, boys, can we get going now?
Snowden: Yep, coming.
