The sunlight shone through the RV. David was driving on the highway, hoping to make it to town of Rome before evening. Lori sat next to him, reading him the map and telling him the direction. Lynn appeared blurry, while she and Francisco talked with each other about what she did last night. Lisa was refilling the IV bag. There was a new stranger, with a beard and a Yankees cap. Moving his eyes around and blinking them, Clyde wondered who he was, or perhaps it was a fellow group member who has grown a beard in the past few days he was out. He groaned.

"Lisa! I think Clyde is awake!" gasped Lynn.

The entire group heard this and they centered around Clyde. Clyde's and Lynn's heartbeat went faster as if they were in sync. He was still visibly confused as he sees everything around him was blurry. Lisa shone a flashlight on his eyes, to which he flinched at.

"Indeed he is awake. Clyde? Are your auditory senses working?" asked Lisa.

"My what?" groaned Clyde.

"Oh, Clyde! I thought you were never going to wake up!" gasped Lynn excitedly, as she hugged him tightly.

"We thought we were going to lose you!" cried Liam.

"Lynn! Liam! I'm happy to see you guys too! Are we in the RV?"

"Yeah. You were resting happily by me," answered Lynn.

"How long was I out? Where are my glasses?" asked Clyde.

"You were in a comatose condition for eleven days. And here they are," replied Lisa as she put his glasses on his face.

Clyde smiled as he saw Lynn. He then saw Francisco, yet his mood did not change. However, he tried moving about when he noticed something was missing.

"My leg! Where's my left leg?" asked Clyde in a panic.

He lifted his blanket and only found a towel wrapped around his waist, and covering his hips. His right leg was there, but his left leg was gone. All that was left of it was a stump in his knee wrapped by a banged.

"Clyde? Don't you remember what happened?" asked Lynn.

"Yeah, now I do," sighed Clyde.

The RV stopped. The group surrounded Clyde.

"Clyde! Buddy!" gasped Lincoln as they both hugged.

Lori silently walked to Clyde's bed and hugged him as well. She let out a tear or two and rubbed Clyde's hair. Ronnie Anne smiled at him and gave a thumbs up.

"My man, Clydesdale! How are you feeling?" cheered Bobby.

"I feel awesome. Thanks, Bobby."

"I'm so happy that you're back with us, Clyde," sniffed Lori.

"I feel happy to be back with you guys. Who's the new guy? My bad. Who are the new guys?"

"I'm George Cane. Former FBI agent. I'm coming with your group to Houlton to seek a better life and rescue your families, I believe?"

"And this douchebag is Gus. He's a hoodlum that decided to shoot at us with his friends and we are going to give him back to his leader," answered Missy.

"Who happens to be my mom." said Vonda.

"Who I tried to kill and is trying to kill me," added George.

"I have so much to catch up on, don't I?" awkwardly chuckled Clyde.

"Here are some crutches that I crafted for you. These should support you and compensate for your missing lower lift calf."

"Thanks, Lisa." said Clyde as he grabbed his crutches.

"Lynn helped him stand up and guided him with the crutches.

The group all went back to their vehicles. they wanted to stay and celebrate Clyde's recovery, but they knew that they had some business to attend to. Vonda's anxiety returned as she was closer and closer to meeting her mother.

After a couple of hours, Clyde able to move around with ease on his crutches. However, he kept tripping on his own pants, and Lynn helped him up every time. The group ate lunch together happily, except Missy and Gus.

"Eat the damn thing," hissed Missy, handing the canned soup to an uncuffed Gus.

"Fine."

Gus took the soup and started eating rapidly. Jason walked over to Vonda.

"Hey, Vonda. You are okay?" asked Jason.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Your lying. I can see it in your eyes."

"Fine. I'm just a little anxious, is all." replied Vonda.

"Because your going to meet your mother soon?"

"Yeah."

"Don't worry, I understand. Just know that I got your back okay."

"Thanks Jason, that helped a little."

"No problem, your like a little sister to me."

"You see me like a sister... really?"

"Yeah, I see a lot of you guys like siblings. I had friends back in my world, but I never had any siblings. If you feel uncomfortable by that than I'm sorry?"

"No it's fine. Really it feels nice that you see me like a sister, if my dad had gotten remarried I would have liked to have a brother or a sister."

"Then I guess you can see me as your older brother if you like?"

"I think, I would like that, Thanks big brother," said Vonda, with a smile on her face.

"No problem, little sister," replied Jason, petting her head make her laugh.

While they were talking, Francisco walked towards Clyde.

"Hey, Lynn. Can I borrow him for a minute?" asked Francisco.

"Sure, Francisco. I'm going to talk to Lincoln."

Lynn grabbed her canned spinach and stood up from the tree that she was lying down at. Francisco set down next to Clyde who was drinking a bottle of water.

"Hey, dude. How are you feeling?" asked Francisco.

"I'm feeling alright. What about you?"

"Good. I feel good. Clyde... I just wanted to apologize about what I did to you two weeks ago."

"No need I forgive you."

"What? You do? Why?"

"I see how you're in good terms with Lynn. She hated your guts after we... fought. Now, it looks like you and she made up somewhat."

"I told her why we fought. I admitted to her that I like her. She quickly shut me down."

Clyde raised his eyebrows.

"Ah, you thought I was going to say you like her as well? No, that's your job. As far as she knows, I was a lovesick aggressor. Which I really was."

"You weren't the only one, Francisco. I'll tell Lynn soon. I hope it doesn't create some sort of love triangle between us through."

"Don't worry. All I wish is to be Lynn's friend again. And your friend as well."

"You already are, Francisco. No hard feelings about anything we did in the past."

Clyde and Francisco shook hands. Francisco helped Clyde up, while he held his crutches. The group returned to their vehicles. Vonda was not ready to meet her mother. She was in no mood to. The roamers slowly walked towards the vehicles. The drove off and left the roamers behind. The hours went by and David knew he would get there before sundown.

The medium-sized arch bridge went over the man made river. On one side of the bridge, the road was empty with only little lurking around. It seems that no one has chosen to stay around the Erie Canal when the Global Infection Event occurred. On the sidewalks, there were overgrown oak trees that stood tall, yet did not get in the way of any driver. On the other side of the bridge, there were many small buildings and many cars. The road was blocked off by roadblocks, which surprisingly kept the roamers away, almost as if they understood what the orange and white wooden boards meant.There were about six small or medium-sized cars, a blue pickup truck, and seven motorcycles. Majority of the vehicles were some shade of blue, although some sported red or black colors. There were many men and women with piranha tattoos in the back of their necks. They stood beside their vehicles with submachine guns and pistols in their hands.

On the pickup truck stood a tall red-headed woman, with long and curly hair, sporting a blue leather vest. Underneath the blue vest was a white t-shirt that barely reached her waist. She wore tight blue jeans with black boots. She had gold round earrings and a purple choker on her neck. She wore black leather gloves and held a UMP45 in her hands. She looked into the distance with her binoculars and smiled.

David reloaded his pistol and his shotgun. Richard grabbed a couple bullets from a cartridge box in the closet and inserted them on the Python. Missy switched the safety off in her AR-15. George made sure his Glock 19 was not in safety mode. Lori reloaded her AK47 and sighed once deeply. Vonda equipped her quiver and grabbed her bow. Becky and D reloaded their pistols. Bobby couldn't find a box to reload his Luger with. Benny took two white bulletproof vests that they had and used them to protect the weak interior parts of Vanzilla. D wore the last white bulletproof vest. George wore his FBI bulletproof vest. Lynn and Francisco grabbed their melee weapons to protect the negotiators from the roamers.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" whispered David.

"Yeah. I know a way to escape. I'll meet you guys in Houlton," whispered back George.

"Okay, It's time. Missy, bring the rascal when we step outside."

David, Richard, Jason, and George stepped outside of the RV.

"Well, well, well. Isn't it the man of the hour? George Cane!" Sherry said gleefully. "You guys actually came! You could've used the one day that you had, to drive away in the opposite direction! I would've found George anyways… but now you guys made my job easier! I respect that!"

Missy, Gus, Vonda, Francisco, Lynn, D, and Becky came out of the RV. Lori came out of Vanzilla.

"Oh my god, that's a lot of guns..." whispered Lori as she nervously walked side by side with the others.

"Lori everything will be fine, just stay calm. We're going to be okay," whispered Jason.

"How am I suppose to be calm with all those guns?" whispered Lori still feeling nervous.

"Don't think about how many guns they have. Just think about protecting your siblings, it doesn't matter how many guns they have we can handle it if things go wrong." whispered Jason give Lori a reassuring smile that calmed her down a little.

"What's this? Isn't that Gus? Gus, what the hell, you're still alive?" exclaimed Sherry.

"Sure am! It's a miracle, ain't it?" shouted Gus.

"So, who's the leader here?" asked Sherry. "I'm going to need a good explanation for the fuck-ups that just happened with my soldiers."

"That would be me. I'm David."

Sherry hopped down from the pickup truck. She whistled as she walked closer to David with swagger.

"Pleasure to meet you, David. I'm Sherry. I am the leader of the Piranhas. In case you don't know…"

"I know who you are. Why did you want my group to meet here?"

"To talk. I wanted to talk to you."

"About what? You don't know anything about me."

"David! Don't be so rude! I just wanted to talk about how you killed some of my people. That's all!"

"I didn't kill any of your people. George did. We merely stumbled upon him when he did."

"It's true. I got Gus here, handcuffed and brought them into their RV," said George.

"Gus, is that true?" asked Sherry.

"Yeah. This man fucking scratched my face over and over. It was madness! Their group took me in and patched up my face. This pretty lady here took care of me," said Gus, winking at the last sentence.

"Oh is that so? John! Andrew! Check David and his friends' guns! I need to see if they fired a bullet from it!" ordered Sherry.

John and Andrew both wore leather gloves and an indigo bandana. They took the guns away from Jason, Richard, and Missy and checked their magazines. They proceeded to check the other guns.

"They're all full except George's!" yelled John.

"Alright! Uncuff Gus! Cuff George! Now one more thing. Give me that car and everything inside of it!"

Sherry pointed at Sergei's car. David looked and shook his head.

"No! That wasn't part of the deal! You're supposed to leave us alone!" yelled David.

"What deal? I get to choose what I want from this meeting. Or do all my friends not make that clear with our guns?" asked Sherry.

"You think all of this scares us. You think it scares me, don't make me laugh. All I see are a bunch of idiots who are about to meet an early grave, and you don't know it but you're messing with the wrong people," said Jason giving Sherry an intense glare that sends shivers down her spine, but kept her composure.

"That's a lot of talk coming from you kid, you must have a death wish?" replied Sherry glaring back at Jason, but he wasn't scared at all by this woman.

"Whatever! We're going!"

"No! Don't let them go! They killed our friends!" yelled Gus.

"Oh, they did? I knew that. I just needed some confirmation," stated Sherry menacingly. "Stay, David!"

"What do you want?"

"I want to know why you killed my soldiers. Why? Did they harm you? Look, I don't want to hurt that hot, muscular body of yours."

David kept silent. He shook his hands very much as if he was going to cut his own blood circulation.

"You don't know how lucky you are. Fate! That's your best friend! That's also your worst enemy! As fate would have it, you will stay a night in hell! I'm trying to postpone that night, David!"

"Oh, and that night will be postponed. I could make it hell for you, though."

"That goes for me as well, I can make tonight not only hell for you but you're worse fucking nightmare," said Jason.

Sherry cackled, which unnerved the group members. While the Piranhas were distracted by Sherry's sudden laughter, George was uncuffing himself silently, using the key that he hid in his back pocket.

"Don't banter with me, David! You too kid! Don't you both see how many guns my soldiers have? I could make tonight, the darkest night of your life!"

"Why is David doing this? Can't he just give up the car?" whispered Lynn.

"No. All of our weapons are in that car!" whispered back Francisco.

"You know what? Forget it," sighed Sherry, when she saw Lynn and Vonda chasing a roamer. "Hey! You two girls! What are you doing?"

"They are keeping the roamers away from us," said David.

"Roamers?"

"Dead ones."

"Huh. That sounds like something my ex-husband would've called them. Anyways, where was I? Oh yeah, Piranhas, go kill everyone except the two girls."

Sherry hopped behind the pickup truck. The gangsters raised their guns at the group and started shooting. David and the others ducked for cover. Lynn and Vonda looked at each other visibly confused as to why they were excluded as targets. Nevertheless, they ducked behind the stone railing of the road. George quickly ducked behind the vehicles for cover as every Piranha did. Lori ducked next to Lynn and shot her AK-47 at the Piranhas.

"Sergei! Drive now!" yelled Carol as the bullets hit the windows of the car.

Sergei pressed his foot on the accelerator and drove away from the gunfight. Sherry hissed at the escaping car.

"Don't let them get away!" hissed Sherry.

David pulled the trigger on his M9 and shot a couple bullets. Each of the bullets did not land on their intended target. Instead, they would hit the car or the buildings behind the Piranhas. David quickly ducked behind the stone railing, sighing as he reloaded his empty pistol.

Jason shot three Piranhas in the head with his black M1911. He then shot five more gangsters one in the neck, two in the head, and two in the chest. The Piranhas shot at Jason who took cover behind a tree, and reloaded his pistol.

"Will someone kill him all ready. He's killing a lot of us!" yelled the Piranhas aiming his UZI at Jason, before getting shot three times in the chest.

"I warn you, Sherry but you didn't listen to me!" yelled Jason.

Sherry had to admit she was started to get scared of Jason. But also was a little impressed by him, she felt something that she never thought she feel intimidated. She couldn't help but smile, she was starting be interested with him wondering what's he's like, what he's capable of and who is he.

"Piranhas don't kill the boy in the black vest, I want him alive too!"

Missy shot her AR-15 a couple times. She only managed to graze one of the Piranhas in the ear. Three Piranhas hopped on their motorcycles and proceeded to chase Sergei's car. Becky, hidden behind Chunk's car, aimed her Glock 17 carefully at one of the riders and pulled the trigger multiple times. The bullets hit the rider in her arm and her stomach. The rider fell to the ground, with her motorcycle falling into the canal. The Piranhas focused their shots on Chunk's car, destroying it even more than before.

"Chunk, drive, my love! Drive!" yelled Luna.

Chunk drove away from the gunfire the same way Sergei did. This left Becky and D exposed to the Piranhas. Becky and D ran as fast they could go behind the RV, dodging the small amounts of gunfire sent their way. However, D was shot in the leg and the chest, causing him to stumble to the hard pavement. Becky quickly grabbed his arms and pulled him behind the RV. D groaned in pain as he pressed his bleeding right leg.

"Oh my god, Derrick! Just stay put!" gasped Becky.

"You remembered my name…" wheezed D as he scrunched his face in anguish.

Sherry raised her submachine gun and fired at the group. None of her shots hit anybody, but they were damaging the vehicles. A bullet flew close to Sherry when she heard a splatter. Her henchman standing next to her was shot in the eye by David. Two other Piranhas hopped on their motorcycles to chase Chunk's vehicle. George grabbed the pistol that the recently-shot henchman had while no one looked. He raised his pistol at Sherry, but then saw the two Piranhas escaping from the firefight. He shot two bullets from the pistol at one of the riders and two more at the other rider. He dropped the gun and ran as fast as he could towards the canal. The Piranhas aimed their guns at George and fired them. George jumped into the canal, all while taking off his shades and holding tightly onto it. A large splash came out of the canal, while the train of bullets smacked the still water.

"Richard!" whispered David. "Run inside Vanzilla, and drive it away from here!"

Richard nodded and tapped Missy on the back. They both stood up and wildly shot their guns at the Piranhas, with Richard shooting his Python and Missy shooting her AR-15. The Piranhas reverted their attention from the canal to the group and started shooting them. Richard quickly went inside the van through the driver's door which faced away from the gangsters. Missy hid behind the van, unable to access the passenger door. A few bullets went through Vanzilla, which were caught by the bulletproof vests that Benny set up.

"Shit! Sergei, what do we do? We have no weapons!" cried Carol.

"Yes, we do. Hand me any weapon from one of the crates!"

"Which one?"

"Any! It doesn't matter!"

Carol grabbed an M4 carbine rifle and tapped Sergei on the shoulder. Sergei pushed on the brakes of the car.

"Duck! And don't get back up until I tell you to!" demanded Sergei.

Carol nodded and ducked below the car window and on the car floor. Sergei exited the vehicle with the weapon and aimed at the approaching motorcycles. He shot the rifle in burst-fire shots at the riders, hitting one of the riders. The rider fell to the ground and pressed on his arm. Sergei aimed at the other rider and shot his motorcycle, causing him to fall off. He aimed at the uninjured rider and shot his rifle, hitting him in the chest. As the rider bled, the injured rider ran away, just as Sergei noticed that his rifle was out of bullets.

"You can come up, Carol!"

Carol slowly looked through the window and saw one person in the ground, still as water. Sergei went inside the car and sighed. He looked in his rearview mirror and noticed a car coming from the distance. Sergei pressed on the gas pedal and drove even further away from the firefight, with Chunk following him.

"Lori! Go inside the RV! I'll cover you!" whispered David. "Lori! Can you hear me?"

Lori was frozen in place. Lynn and Vonda stayed low to the ground while the bullets flew in all places. The RV was barely scratched as it was bulletproof itself, keeping everyone inside it safe and sound, although it did not prevent their hearts from racing in fear. While Becky and D stayed behind the RV, Francisco stood behind a thick oak tree, wondering if he should run away from the firefight or run behind the RV. Either of those choices could risk him getting shot though. Lola was calling towards the door off Vanzilla when Lana stopped and pulled her back.

"Lola what are you doing!" whispered Lana.

"I'm going to try and help them, I don't want Lori and Lynn to die or Jason," whispered Lola.

"How are you going to do that?"

"With this,"

Lola pulled out one of Jason's hand made bombs.

"Where'd you get that?" asked Lana.

"From the RV, I had a bad feeling this plan wasn't going to work. So I snuck into the RV when no one was looking and grabbed it," replied Lola.

"Lola just stay down, they can handle it. I don't want you to get hurt."

"Am sorry Lana, but I have to Lori isn't doing anything, she just froze she might get killed. I need to help them."

"Okay fine... Just please be careful," whispered Lana.

"Don't worry, I will be back in a second," whispered Lola crawling to the door and grabbed the handle.

"Francisco! Run behind the RV!" shouted Lynn.

"Okay! Lori, cover me!"

Lori shook and flinched with each passing shot that the Piranhas launched on the group. She grabbed her assault rifle and laid it on the ground. She placed her hands on the ground and rapidly moved her eyes, capturing her surroundings, while being ignorant of it at the same time.

"Lori? Lori! You need to cover Francisco!" whispered Lynn.

Lori looked at Lynn and continued to sweat nervously. She closed her eyes and started breathing heavily. Francisco looked at the RV and quickly ran to it. He was stopped by a wandering roamer next to a tree, to which he used Lynn's baseball bat to beat it to the ground. Once the roamer was in the ground, Francisco beat its head over and over until he crushed the skull of the roamer. The head was so horribly bludgeoned that the face looked even worse than before. Suddenly, two bullets hit him in the leg and waist. He fell next to the killed roamer and yelled over the sound of the gunfire.

"Francisco! Vonda, help me get him to safety!" yelled Lynn.

Lola jumped out of Vanzilla and took cover behind a tree to avoid the bullets. She ran out of cover and throwed the bomb, it landing near four Piranhas and exploded causing smoke to come out and blinded the gangsters. She ran back towards Vanzilla, but a bullet grazed her her right arm causing her to scream and fall in pain. The four Piranhas aimed their guns back at the group after the smoke cleared, but we're all shot in the head by Jason and David. Jason try to run to Lola, but was shot near his feet causing him to take cover.

George gasped as he resurfaced from the canal and many meters away from the firefight. He could see the Piranhas from the distance, sighing in relief knowing that they wouldn't waste their ammo on the guns that cannot reach him anyways. He swam towards a small platform on the group's side of the road and climbed up the ladder. Taking cover behind a car, he looked at the groups before noticing groups of roamers walking towards the firefight.

Missy opened the door to the backseat, but she saw the kids lying on the floor, covering their heads.

"I'm afraid there's no space here, Missy!" said Luan.

"It's alright. I'll just quickly run to the passenger seat."

Missy handed her AR-15 to Richard and prepared to expose herself for a few seconds. David saw her preparing to make a huge risk to get inside the van, so he quickly shot at the Piranhas and grabbed their attention. Missy ran in front of Vanzilla and opened the passenger door as fast as she could. Sherry saw Missy's attempt at getting inside the van and pulled her gun out. She shot at the van, hitting and shattering the windows. Richard drove the van ahead on the road, dodging the bullets that hit the van.

"Is everyone alright?" asked Richard.

He then looked at Missy, who was bleeding from her right shoulder. The bullets shattered pieces of her collarbone as well, and she coughed before going unconscious.

"Oh god! Missy!" exclaimed Richard.

Vonda shot one of her arrows at a Piranha, hitting him in the shoulder. She quickly dashed to Francisco's aid, along with Lynn, as he lied on the pavement, bleeding all over his legs.

"Shoot him!" ordered Sherry.

"He's just a kid," stated John.

"Be grateful that I'm not asking you to shoot the other two kids. Now, put him out of his misery." replied Sherry as she saw Lola holding her arm in pain and then started crawled towards RV. "Andrew shoot that girl she still alive!"

John took out his pistol and shot near Francisco. The bullets led Lynn and Vonda to a halt as they quickly ducked. Lori remained where she was, frightened and alone. Andrew aimed his pistol at Lola's head and was about to pull the trigger, Jason saw this, it seem like time has slowed down, he had one bullet left and only have enough time to save one. He aimed his pistol at Andrew and shot him in the shoulder, causing his shot to go past Lola's head. Jason quickly dashed over to Lola grabbed her and got behind the RV. John carefully aimed his pistol at Francisco's head and shot his gun. As Francisco pressed his bleeding leg, the bullet hit his scalp, launching pieces of his brain out the back of his head. Lynn's heart sank as she watched one of her closest friends taken away from her in the blink of an eye. In the blink of an eye, Lori snapped back into reality and gasped as blood poured out of Francisco's head.

"Kinda silly, right?" shouted Sherry, as one of the Piranhas pulled out the arrow out of his shoulder. "Who brings arrows and a bow to a gunfight?"

"Piss off! Or we will end you and your remorseless gang! I'm not playing, you cold-hearted bitch!" yelled Vonda as she dragged a weeping Lynn behind the RV and her baseball bat.

"Sherry, the riders who were chasing that car are dead. We're running out of ammo. We need to head back to base!" whispered Andrew, her right-hand man. Holding his bloody shoulder.

"Got it. Everyone! Pull back! Retreat! Head for the base!"

David peeped through a crack in the stone railing, watching the car doors close and the vehicles moving away from the bridge. After a minute, Lori stood up to see if the Piranhas were gone. And indeed they were. She saw the large amounts of shells and bullets that were lying on the street. She then saw George running to them, shouting something that was indistinct until he got closer.

"The roamers are coming! They must have heard all the shots that went off, so we need to move!"

"Alright, let me contact Richard, Sergei, and Chunk first," said David, taking deep breaths. "Richard! Sergei! Chunk! Where are you guys?"

"We're about a mile south of the road! Hurry, David! My wife was shot!" exclaimed Richard through the walkie-talkie.

"D needs some help as well!" shouted Becky.

"And Lola's arm need to be patch up!" shouted Jason caring Lola while hold her bleeding arm. As he carried Lola inside the RV.

Alright. We gotta go! Lori! Lynn! Vonda! Becky! Go inside the RV! George, help me carry D into the RV!"

"What about Francisco?" cried Lynn. "We can't just leave him there!"

"We have to! The roamers are coming and we have no time to properly wrap him!"

"Lynn," murmured Vonda, "we gotta go."

Lynn, Vonda, Becky, and Lori went inside the RV. David and George carried D inside the RV. Wavehead quickly ran to his friend and called Lisa to remove the bullet from D's leg. Clyde sat at the booth table, not occupying the sofa which was to now be occupied by D and Wavehead. Lynn quickly ran to the booth table and opened the curtains to see the roamers. As David drove the RV, the roamers approached Francisco's body and knelt down to eat his flesh. Lynn wanted to look away, but she couldn't stop herself from watching Francisco's body being torn into many pieces. Clyde gazed at the consumed corpse, only able to focus on Francisco's cap. He closed the curtains and looked at Lynn.

"Lynn?" whispered Clyde, noticing that Lynn's eyes were glued to the curtains.

"Clyde… I want to be alone. I'm very sorry. I know you mean well, but… after we reunite with the others, I want you to leave the RV. Hang out with Lincoln… instead of me."

"Lynn…"

"No. Don't say anything," sobbed Lynn. "Every time I look into your eyes, I see Francisco. I see a friendship that would've prospered and… it's better to just leave me alone."

"Lola how is your arm?" asked Jason.

"It hurts a lot, it really really hurts," said Lola with tears going down her cheeks.

"Let me see it."

Lola slowly remove her hand from my right arm, there was a big gash from the bullet. Jason looked through his stuff and grabbed a needle and dread.

"Okay Lola, I'm going to stitch your arm up. And it's going to hurt but it needs to be stitch so hold very okay," said Jason.

"Okay."

Jason began to stitch up Lola's right arm as more tears came down her face, when he was done he wrapped up her arm. Lynn looked towards Jason has finished stitching Lola's arm, she was glad her sister was okay. She didn't blame him for what happened to Francisco but wished he told her then maybe he would still be here. She closed her eyes as more tears came out.

The group of roamers that were huddled together in one spot stood up and started following the group. A few roamers had small pieces of intestines hanging out from their jaws. Others had skin stuck to their teeth. All their mouths were red and thirsty for more of what they just devoured. They followed the rest of the roamers, leaving just Francisco's clothes behind.

"So what's the plan now?" asked Andrew, driving the blue pickup truck. His shoulder was killing him from the pain, he was pissed off at Jason.

"The plan is that the group is now on our long list of enemies. Might be short now because of the apocalypse given that our other enemies might've just died. Anyways, we want to hunt these people down, kill them one by one, or better yet, all at once, with the exception of one person. My daughter."

"Your daughter?" asked John, the younger brother of Sherry's right-hand man.

"Vonda. The young archer with the hem top shirt. That girl with the ponytail might be her stepsister or something, so try to keep her alive as well. I also want that boy in the vest try to keep him alive as well, although something tells me he won't be easy to kill."

"Do we search for the group?" asked Andrew.

"No. I have a better idea," snickered Sherry, taking out a map of the New York Canal System. "I really did try to warn them..."