"Today marks the first day of July of 2016 or Day 31 of the Global infection Event. And I am one step closer to finding a cure for the infection, which has been unnamed but revealed to be a combination of virus and parasitic pathogen. The status of the infection as airborne remains unknown as that would mean we are all infected now. The 99% mortality rate of the infection peculiar yet interesting representation of what we have witnessed in this new world."

Lisa continued to speak into the tape recorder when suddenly, she hears a car accelerating from the distance.

"Did you guys hear that?" asked David through the walkie-talkie.

"Sure do," replied Chunk. It's a car coming from the opposite lane in the same direction as us. Like me old country. It looks like a Hond- BOLLOCKS!"

Gunshots were heard through the walkie-talkie which caused David to look out of his window. He saw a figure inside the car, find his gun at Chunk's car. He looked at David and fired at him.

"Fuck," yelled David as he crouched down, still holding the wheel.

The car accelerated and went ahead of everyone. It drove off to a merge in the highway and disappeared from sight. The vehicles came to a complete stop. Everyone got off their vehicles.

"What a bloody arsehole!" yelled Chunk.

"Is everyone alright?" asked David.

"Yes! No one in Vanzilla got hurt!" answered Lori.

"No one got hurt in the RV either," said Missy, looking indifferent to what just happened.

"We're alright," explained Carol.

"What the hell was that?" explained Richard.

"I have no fucking clue. I'm just glad no one got hurt. Let's move quickly before he comes back and attack us again," ordered David.

"Wait, so that's it? Someone just shot at like that, and none of you are shaking up?" asked Sam to the three vehicles.

"I feel shook. Am I not showing it?" replied David, standing as still as in oak tree in a drought.

"No," said Sam.

"So I look confident? Good. Now let's go," said David.

During a couple of hours that the vehicles were moving, the group were very paranoid. They feared that the shooter would come back and attacked him again. What feel their paranoia what's the fact that there appeared to be a lack of motive for the drive attacking them. Or perhaps there was a motive to which would definitely put the group's lives at risk. They were justified in being paranoia because only after those hours passed, the driver returned.

"It's the bloke! Same car! That same white Honda!" cried Chunk.

"Fuck! What do we do now?" asked Sergei through his walkie-talkie. "He's following Carol and me!"

"Drive ahead of me! Now!" yelled David.

Sergei drove his car ahead of the RV, leaving Chunk, Luna, and Sam to the shark.

"You too, Chunk! Even you, Richard! The RV can take a couple of bullets! Go! Now!"

Chunk, drove his van ahead of the RV, followed by Richard and Vanzilla. David noticed in his mirrors that the car was in his lane now. He blocked the car from driving any further than where he was.

"How long is he going to keep this up?" asked Becky.

"I don't know. Grab your guns! He might fire at us for no reason again!" yelled David.

But he didn't. With his M9 at his side, David anticipated gunshots from the man driving the white car. The driver tried driving ahead of the RV, but David continued to block him.

"Oh shit, he took out his gun!" yelled D.

The driver took out a Glock 19 and aimed upwards. He shot three bullets into the sky and accelerated. David crouched close to the steering wheel, while everyone else ducked. This distinction allow the driver to move ahead of the RV and pass by the other vehicles.

"Shit, how did he do that?" yelled Richard.

"I don't know! Just follow me! Try to shoot the wheels in his car!" ordered David.

The car passed Chaz's car and accelerated much faster. He quickly maneuvered his way around wrecked cars and debris in the highway. Richard drove the van ahead of the group and pulled out his Python. With his right hand on the wheel and his left hand out the window, holding a Python, he aimed at the driver's wheels.

"Fuck, he's too far!" yelled Richard, he started speeding up Vanzilla.

"Careful, Richard!" explained Lori, holding on to Darcy and Ronnie Anne.

Lily was giggling while the van was moving left and right at quick speeds. Luan held Lily tight in her lap, making sure she didn't fall off. Richard shot one bullet from his Python and missed the car completely. He shot again and hit the left mirror car. The mirror shattered and frightened the driver. The road became less congested with wrecked vehicles, thus making the driver drive faster.

"Oh, no you don't!" explained Richard, firing his third shot, missing again.

The driver pulled out his gun and shot once more in the air. He quickly pulled his gun back inside and drove slower, yet still at a fast speed.

Shooting again, the bullet from Richard's Python hit the payment. He fired again and hit the rear truck of the attacker's car. He fired once more and hit the left rear wheel of the vehicle.

"Got it! I blew one of his wheels! Everyone slow down!" explained Richard.

The light Honda slowed with every passing second. Richard slowed the van along with the attacker's pace. Then, the attacker's car came to a complete stop in the first lane. Richard drove Vanzilla ahead of his car and braked it. Sergei and Chunk remain behind the attacker. David, Missy, Jason, and Richard exited their vehicles. All three aimed their weapons at the driver, except Jason who had his pistols hosted.

"That's what they did to us back in Royal Woods!" said Zach.

"What? Did they confront you like that? What a first impression!" explained Wavehead.

"Well, they did do that to us as well," said Becky.

The attacker came out of his vehicle with his arms raised up.

"Hey! Don't shoot! I can explain everything!" shouted the man.

The man was wearing black shades that resemble the color of his high and tight cut hair. He was not a young man, yet his face did not wrinkle yet. He was a bit taller than Lynn Sr.'s height and stood with perfect posture. He wore a partially unbuttoned white shirt with small blue vertical stripes. His folded back to his elbows and the area around the armpit was covered in sweat stains. Underneath his buttoned shirt was a tank top that was only visible in the chest area. He had a belt and a black gun holster kept around the waist of his navy blue tactical pants. His Glock 19 was visible in his holster, but his arms were raised too high for him to reach faster than the grip.

"Turn around! Keep your hands up!" shouted David, still pointed his handgun at the man

"Want me to use my handcuffs? They're in the glove department in my car. The keys should be there too," suggested the man.

"Turn around!" yelled David.

Jason and Missy walked closer to the car. They spotted a bulletproof vest in the passenger seat with three big letter imprints on it.

"You're FBI?" asked Missy. "Or did you steal from an actual FBI agent?"

"No, he's a real FBI agent, Trust me I know," said Jason.

"He right, I'm an agent. Are you going to keep aiming that shit at me?"

"Yes, why the fuck did you shoot at us?" asked David.

"That's a long story. But I didn't mean it. I might've shot at you guys in our first encounter, but the other shots were warning shots," explained the man. "Now, can you just get my fucking handcuffs cause I'm tired of keeping my hands up like this!"

Missy tried to open the door, but it was locked. She grabbed her rifle and smashed the window. She then unlock the door and open it.

"Oh, did you have to do that?" whined the man.

"Sorry about her. She and those two are very paranoid," said Jason.

Opening the glove department, she found a pair of handcuffs and another gun. She took the bulletproof vest that lied on the passenger seat and the handcuffs from the glove department. She handed the handcuffs to David.

"Look guys, I'm sorry about shooting you. Whatever questions you have, ask them, but please hurry it up. I have somewhere to be," complained the man.

David grab the man's wrists and handcuffed them behind his back. He pulled out the handgun out the man's holster and handed it to Richard. David place the man on the ground next to the RV.

"I bet you guys have a shit-ton of questions. Like what's my-"

"What's your name?" asked David.

"It's George Cane," said Jason.

"He's right. It's in my wallet. My wallet is in my jacket in the backseat. With a minute how do you know my name?"

"Just like you, it's a long story. I'll tell you later." replied Jason.

Missy walked to the car and smashed the rear window and unlocked the back door. She grabbed the jacket and place their hands in the pockets. She grabbed the wallet and saw the man's badge credentials. She handed the wallet to David.

" Special Agent George Cane? Why the hell was a FBI agent shooting at us?" asked David.

"It's a long story."

"Well, I have the time."

George looked around as if you're about to spill a secret about a friend.

"I got in trouble with some very bad people in these areas.

"You can say that again," whispered Jason.

"What, the Syracuse area?"

"Yes. Armed people who have no mercy when they find anyone that opposes them. Being an FBI agent, I automatically oppose them without knowing shit about them. Now unless we get the hell out. This smell gang is going to find us and cause some trouble for us."

"You didn't explain why you shot at us," said Richard.

"Well, I shot at you guys because I thought you were Syracuse gang members. I'm sorry. I'm really am."

"That wasn't such a long story," said Missy.

"Well, I did cut some of the details about my team getting killed by the gang."

"How do we know you're not lying?" asked Lori, who came out of Vanzilla.

Lori walked closer to George and took off his shades. George's hazel eyes were wide and revealed with fright. David crouched down and looked at George straight in the eye.

"Are you lying about anything that you just said?" asked David.

"No, Of course not."

"Jason, is he telling us the truth?" asked David.

"David he's not lying, and he's not a threat, I would have told you by now if he was," said Jason.

Despite his fear showing, George did not slip up or stutter in his explanation, and he did not nervously sweat. He kept his cool the best he could.

"Hi, I'm David Jones. This is my buddy, Richard Bolts, and his wife Missy Bolts. The boy here is Jason Wilson. That girl is Lori Loud. That man in the car behind you is Chunk. The driver behind him his Sergei. Those are the only names you need to know. Now, what you did to us earlier is not going to go unpunished," said David.

"David, he made a mistake, I mean come on anyone would have made the same mistake, even you, besides we got bigger problems to deal with.

"What do you mean?" asked David.

"I mean the gang that's after him, they stop until kill him," replied Jason.

Richard handed George's gun to David. Missy grabbed the keys to the handcuffs from the glove department and walked over to George. She unlocked the handcuffs and helped George up from the ground. David handed the Glock 19 to George.

"You're going to help us find a shortcut to Albany without alerting a herd of roamers."

"Roamers?" said George Perplexed.

"That's what we're calling the wandering dead. Roamers."

"We still gotta go there. Just to see something. Can you help us or not?" asked David.

"Sure... although, it's not a good idea to go there."

"Doesn't matter asshat. You shot at us, and you're taking us there," said Richard.

Jason walked up to Richard, glaring at him. Before he could say anything, Jason roundhouse kick him in the face. Shocking everyone around him.

"What the hell Jason," yelled Richard, holding his bloody nose.

"Jason, why did you do that?" asked Lori.

"Because he was being a prick."

"I get that you're upset, because he shot at us. But it was a mistake on his part, he thought we were the gang chasing him. So don't go being a jackass to him, he's a good man, and he has my respect way more than you," said Jason, looking down at Richard as Missy helped him up.

"So, you respect someone who you just met, over someone in you're group," said Richard, glaring hard at Jason.

"Funny, I never said I respected you, maybe once not anymore," said Jason, with a smirk.

"Alright the two of you stop, will talk this out later," said David, as turned back to George.

"We're going to fix your wheel. Lori, can you get Lana?" ordered David.

Lori walked back to Vanzilla. Lana went to fix George's wheel much to his surprise. George nervously tapped his foot. As a couple of minutes went by, he continued to walk in circles, staring at the ground.

"Thinking about something?" asked Lori.

"No. Just anxious about the car," answered George.

"Is it just me or does this guy make you feel uncomfortable?" Lori whispered to David.

"Not just you. It seemed like he wasn't lying about his story but... he is a FBI agent. He could've trained himself to lie without getting caught. It seems like there is more to him than he says."

"Maybe we should ask Jason," said Lori.

"Yeah. I'll ask later when we're alone," said David.

"Done," sighed Lana.

George was still wondering about how six-year-old girl could fix a flat tire, but he was more worried about other matters.

"Great! Now, you want me to lead you guys to Alb-?" asked George before being interrupted by the sound of motorcycles in the distance.

David looked ahead to see two men wearing blue tank tops in a motorcycle for each man. George's eyes widened.

"TAKE COVER!" yelled George at the top of his lungs.

David, Richard, Jason, and Missy jumped behind the RV. George hid behind the driver's side of the car. Lori appeared confused as she looked around for cover. The motorcycle drivers took out their handguns and slowed down. One of the men, wearing an indigo bandana, shot his pistol at Lori. Jason ran and tackled Lori out of the way, and pulled out his silver M1911. George grabbed Lana and quickly covered her with his car. The bullet ricocheted off Vanzilla.

"Thanks, Jason."

"No problem, Lori. That was too close, just stay down. I got this."

"Come out, Cane! You little pussy!" yelled the gang member.

The group ducked to the floor of the vehicles. They appeared invisible to the gang members, but their presence was sensed. Lynn looked out the RV and grabbed her bow and arrow.

"Lynn, what are you doing?" asked Francisco.

"I gotta protect the group."

"No! Stay still."

Lynn hushed Francisco as she got closer to the door. Meanwhile, the bald gang member accompanying the other criminal took out his handgun and started shooting at the white car. David took out his M9 and started shot wildly in the air. Jason shot at the criminals too. Lori covered her ears and stayed low to the ground. The two gangsters dashed behind Chunk's van and aimed their guns at Vanzilla.

"Shit, he brought friends!" yelled the bald gangster.

"You dumbasses don't know it, but your dead!" yelled Jason.

George aimed his Glock 19 at the gangsters and pulled the trigger. He missed to shots, each hitting the windshield of the van. The entire windshield held on, but the glass that was shattered on the passengers inside the van. Sam yelped as the gunshots hit the windshield.

"Shit, Russ, there are people here!" yelled the guy in the bandana.

"Shoot them then!" suggested Russ.

"They look like teenage girls, dude!"

A bullet ricocheted off the headlights. The two gangsters ducked. Russ shot his gun over and over at the white car. Lana hid behind the front wheels of the white car. Most of the bullets bounced off the car, yet some stuck themselves in the vehicle like glue. George moved closer and went in front of Sergei's car.

"Fuck off!" yelled George.

"Not until you come with us!" yelled Russ's friend.

"He's not going anywhere with you, especially after trying to kill my friend dick!" yelled Jason.

"Fuck you!" yelled Russ.

Lynn quickly came out of the RV with her bow and arrow. She aimed her bow at Russ and pulled back the string.

"Who is this?" yelled Russ's friend.

"Who cares? I didn't really want to kill a small girl, but she an exception."

Russ stood up and aimed his gun at Lynn. Suddenly, a bullet hit his chest and another bullet hit his neck. Lynn released the string and shot the arrow a tad too late. The arrow flew passed his body and hit the pavement. Jason pulled Lynn behind and kept aiming at the van.

"Fuck!" yelled Russ's friend.

"Oh, don't worry. You'll see your friend very soon!" yelled Jason.

"You son of a bitch."

George snuck closer to Chunk's van and aimed his pistol at the gangster. He unloaded his pistol at him. Missing his first and last shot, although his second and third bullet hit his arm and head. The man collapse and dropped his pistol as he bled all over his face.

"Is it over?" whispered Leni.

Benny stood up enough to see through the window and saw David and Jason walking towards Chunk's van. There was a body on the floor and an arrow a few feet away from the body. He also saw Lori hugging Lynn tightly.

"Yeah, I think so," whispered back Benny.

"Lynn! Don't fucking do that again! If it wasn't for David and Jason's quick reaction, you... you would've been dead!" yelled Lori, her voice breaking.

"Sorry, Lori. I just wanted to do something."

Jason walked over to Russ's body, and took his leftover magazines. After that he looked to his left and saw something inside and abandoned car. He looked through the back window and found a electric green compound bow along with a black one, he smashed the window and grabbed both bows along with the arrows.

"I'm keeping the green one, I'll give the other one to someone else later," said Jason.

David walked closely at the bodies. He then knocked on Chuck's van.

"You can come out. It's over," said David.

Sam, Chunk, and Luna lifted their heads. Luna saw the face of the man with the indigo bandana and was triggered by flashbacks. Flashbacks of the bus driver's chomped face. Luna closed her eyes and leaned on Sam for reassurance. David took a closer look at Russ's body and saw something on the back of his neck. He turned the body sideways and saw something that caught his eyes and sent goosebumps all over his body.

"Oh no," whispered David to himself.