Elizabeth Dawson's Story

"Jeff..."

A voice rings throughout the dark void. It echoed closely around the ears, yet the whereabouts the sound came from is unknown.

"Jeff... Wake up..."

Again, the same voice rang again. This time, however, it was more clear. Suddenly, something resembling a mini earthquake occurred throughout the body.

"Come on. You'll be late for work, dear." Jeffrey opens his eyes to find his wife right in front of his face. Her elegant brown eyes as if stared right into his soul. Her gentle voice was so calming, Jeff could have continued sleeping, but the next thing he knew, he was up. "Alright." A slight yawn was all it took to motivate him back to sleep. He hesitated the thought and went to wash his face. Walking downstairs, he finds his young daughter teaching her baby brother how to eat properly. The warming scene soothed his soul, as his wife enters the area, with a couple of plates filled with food. "Come on down and eat, dear. You know work is starting soon." He took his time eating, because the sight of his wife, daughter and son smiling is something he could keep on staring forever. His lips widened as he slowly takes a bite of the breakfast cooked by his beloved wife.

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"Now loading truck eighteen! Those with that number on their ticket please proceed to the gate!"

Survivors suddenly starts packing up and walking towards the gate. Jeff was, most of the time, a heavy sleeper, but after the outbreak started, he couldn't let his guard down. With his eyes still dry and the temptation to sleep again, he took out the slip of paper inside his breast pocket. "Uh... Let's see..." A number was written on it. He yawned then and his eyes got watery. The numbers was jumbled up, and 18 was almost written as 19. He rubbed his eyes to confirm, and he was definitely wrong. He quickly stretched his arms and picked up his bag. "Beth, it's time." He gently shook the young girl beside him. Her sleeping face was something he wanted to keep treasured forever. "You wouldn't want to miss the truck now, dear." He reached his back to check if his pistol was still there. "Okay, check." Next, he slid into his pocket to find a closed Swiss knife inside. "Alright." While waiting for his daughter to wake up, he took a quick glance in his bag. <Definitely enough to hold us for about two days or so. Also, I'm running low on bullets. I'll need to get more...>

Beth's eyes fluttered open, she hadn't really slept, just feigned sleep until her father had fallen into a heavy slumber - Then she lay looking up at the dingy ceiling.

Sitting up, Beth clenches her fists, shaking the horrible memories from her brain - Why couldn't she just let it go, forget? Beth wasn't quite sure how much longer she could stand this for, living like this.
Smiling meekly at her father, Beth grips her ticket tightly, standing up and brushing off her dreadfully faded jeans.

It was then she heard a girl calling out to see if anyone knew where her, make-up was? Make-up? Honestly, that girl must be insane to think that lipstick is the most important thing right now.
Sighing, Beth strokes her lightly swollen stomach, she was a few months along now and it was getting harder and harder, especially with the little supplies they had left.

Walking over to her father, Beth takes a deep breath and says, "ready?" before walking over to where truck eighteen was stationed.
Her stomach was even more tender than usual and Beth couldn't help from crying out a little as she tried to board.
What on Earth was her precious baby doing? Beth guessed it was from the lack of food.

Cradling the little bump, she tries again, but this time its even worse; tears prick the back of her eyes, Beth turns to her father and whispers, "I can't get up, not without a little pain, that is."
Biting her lip softly, a small look of pain crosses Beth's face but she quickly masks it - There's no need to alarm her father too much.

Zac looked around to see what type of people he was going to spend the next undisclosed amount of time with, a father and daughter; who wasn't really hard on the eyes either. A middle aged man with that type of look in his eye that would make even him think twice with messing the guy. That perky blonde who obviously disliked his smoking habits. That other girl who looked like she desperately needed a cigarette. A man who looked liked he looking for something or someone and a man; Zac couldn't really make heads or tails of him. More observation would be required. He smirked as he thought of something funny to say. He knew it was a terrible time for jokes but, usually the worst time for jokes were the best time for jokes.

"So, ah.... Who ordered the Sardines?" Zac said when there was a weird silence. As the words left his lips he knew that he either was a genius or pretty much going to be the first guy that gets tripped. He really hoped that it was the former.

☣ Alexandria "Alex" Owens ☣

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Alex's eyes slowly traced a red-haired woman entering the truck, who was one of the last of the few to find a seat among the others. Behind her a man followed, perhaps her father, watching her closely with each step. The woman, who looked among Alex's age, squinted her eyes as she proceeded to take a seat. By the expression plastered onto her face, Alex could tell she was in a bit of pain. It saddened Alex that anyone had any extra problems durning this living Hell. She felt sorry for her.

Suddenly, the doors of the battered truck closed with a loud snap. Alex flinched in her seat. She watched darkness cascade over the passengers' exhausted faces as the doors barricated any sort of sunlight from entering the vehicle.

The thought of leaving any place safe made goosebumps arise across Alex's skin. Once again, her fingertips met the straps of her backpack. She tightened her grip, taking a deep breath as Truck 18's motor roared beneath her feet.

"Mommy, where are they taking us?" A small child's voice echoed at the front of the truck.

As if Alex was the young girl's mother, she felt fear consume her mind as she listened closely.

"I don't know, Sweetheart," The mother hesitated to reply. "I just know that it's somehwhere safe. Get some rest."

Alex knitted her eyebrows together frustratingly. It angered her that the military didn't even bother to tell them where they were going. She had heard all sorts of rumors of which area was safer or where you should go; but she didn't have a clue what to believe or who to trust.

"So, ah.... Who ordered the Sardines?"

Alex couldn't help but smirk at the remark; she hadn't heard any humor in what seemed like decades.

She turned her focus towards the man who made the comment amidst the awkward silence fueling throughout the truck. In the darkness she could glimpse his figure. He was tall, at least taller than she was with a muscular build. She could tell that he had dark, black hair, although the bleak atmosphere covered most of his features.

"Could he be they guy who was having a smoke earlier?" She thought to herself.

Alex looked at him carefully.

"Never thought I'd hear another joke, considering the circumstances." She smiled, trying to make eye contact with him throughout the darkness. "I'm Alex, by the way."

"I am Luca. Is nice to meet, even in bad time." Another man, who was thought by Alex to be foreign because of his broken English, also addressed him with high spirits. He had shaggy, brownish hair with a bit of a beard. She sat a short distance away from him, so she could see him along with most of his features.

Alex smiled for the first time in a few days as a result of some sociality.

"You shouldn't be exerting yourself now, honey. Take a rest." Jeff desperately tried to ease, even just a little, of her pain. Pregnant with a baby in this crazy shit of a world is more than enough pain already. Even though he's old but in a good and healthy condition, the thought of the pain his daughter is going through right now is almost unbearable for him. He wished that he can bring her to somewhere absolutely safe so that she can have a safe delivery. But he knows very well that that is a one in a million chance. If there were a place like that. everyone would have been talking about it right now. The very reason he boarded this truck was because he wanted to take a chance. If this turns to hell too, he wouldn't know what to do. Well, all he can do now is to protect his beloved daughter.

"So, ah.... Who ordered the Sardines?"

Maybe he was old and was out-of-time, but he didn't get why did he asked this. [Sardines? Who could have ordered sardines now? Besides, sardines are fishes cramped together inside a can. But I don't see a ca- Oh.] He quickly realized that the young man was cracking a joke. <Ah, I'm getting old and slow.> Then, a man whose English is clearly broken, introduced himself with a heavy accent. "Oh, a foreigner, eh? Didn't expect to see one here, but then again, we are living in this messed-up world, so I guess it wouldn't be weird to see one." Jeff reached out his hands, signalling a handshake. "I'm Jeffrey. Call me Jeff. This is my daughter, Beth. Nice to meet you, Luca."

Beth forced a small smile onto her face, quickly realising the man was joking. It didn't really feel like an appropriate time, but she was never one to be rude.
Hearing a man introduce himself, in a thick accent, as 'Luca' Beth smiled at him and listened as her Father introduced both of them, chewing on her lip as he talked about 'not expecting to see 'one' here."
Frowning, Beth quickly apologises for her father, "don't mind him, my father's a bit of an old codger; he doesn't mean to be impolite."

She then proceeds to look around the rest of the tiny vehicle, that man was definitely right about them being packed in like sardines, God, Beth could hardly believe they'd all managed to squeeze in.
There were two other women and six males, including the driver, who Beth had heard mutter something about going into hell which, quite frankly, had unsettled her a little.
Beth tries to greet everyone with a small smile, she must do the best she can to make this cramped journey as relaxed as possible - If only for the baby's sake.

The girl she saw asking about her lipstick earlier had, obviously, found what she was looking for and was applying the wretched thing.
It was really quite confusing to think that this woman thought applying make-up was the most important thing at the moment.
Curling a hand around her stomach, Beth remembered, what her most important thing was.

Sardines? Really? Jack smirked a little at that, his shoulders falling to a less tensed position as he let his bag down gently, careful to keep the shotgun hidden under a t-shirt. He didn't choose to say anything in response, but kept the understanding smirk on his lips, At least some people can keep the jokes coming. He leaned against the wall of the truck and crossed his arms, one of legs resting on the knee of the other, a comfortable position, one of the most he had experienced in a while. Under hooded lids he watched the others as the truck started up and left the zone, watching for those that smiled at the man's joke, and those that just glared at him with a misunderstanding.

One such man piqued his interest, a foreigner, European? Jack didn't have too many tourists visit the bar, but he knew some variations of accents from the television that was on constantly overhead when he worked, let alone the fact that the man's English was broken, but understandable. Jack listened to the other passengers introduce themselves, Alex, Luca, Jeff, Beth, himself, the woman he had picked up the make-up for, another man, a serious one at that, and the joker, whom Jack could smell the smoke from. And there was the driver, who made no interaction with the passengers other than a small utterance that sounded foreboding enough for Jack to struggle to ignore it.

Perhaps I should... Socialize. Nodding to affirm his though, he offered a small wave to the others' as he stated his name, "John, you all can call me Jack if you'd please. Glad to be around people who aren't too afraid to talk." his Southern drawl thick in his voice, and a small smile tugging at his lips.

Luca shook Jeff's hand, brushing off the foriegner comment. It was true, they had picked an awful time to come to this place.

Then again. Had this spread outside of this city?

His smile faded a moment, before he forced it back to his face. At least everyone so far seemed to be willing to talk to each other, that in itself would help keep them occupied on this trip to the unknown. His gaze drifted towards Beth a moment, and... wait was she pregnant? He felt sorry for her, not even able to imagine how awful it must be for her. He'd been around pregnant women before, and running for your life? Not something you'd want to be doing. Then again, this was better than the alternative.

"Is nice meet you all." He smiled at each in turn, his lips drawing into a thin line shortly afterwards. "It seem it was bad time for holiday."

It was a rather bitter truth, and his mood soured as recent memories came washing back. His gaze lowered to the ground, and he stared at it with a soft sigh.

Jenifer glared at the foreign man, wondering why Beth the pregnant woman and her father Jeffrey took a liking to him. The accent of Luca irritated Jenifer even more than the sounds of the truck. Jack, at the moment, was the only person who she didn't have a slight hatred for. Maybe it was because of the fact that he cared enough to return her prized tube of lipstick to her. Whatever the reason, Jenifer wanted to get out of the truck and into one where she didn't feel like slapping everybody near hear.

"I see everybody's introducing themselves like we're all in some kind of happy meet-and-greet," Jenifer stated out loud, stroking the arm of her draped sweater. "I'm Jenifer. One 'n' only,"

Looking around with a fake smile, Jenifer waved, not trying at the least to come off as a caring and polite person. She knew in the back of her mind that at least one of them thought it was weird that she cared about her appearance in the situation they were in. Observing her tattered, expensive clothes, Jenifer rolled her eyes and returned her focus back to her nails.

Joe wasn't asleep. If he appeared that way it was only because he didn't intend to engage in meaningless chatter with people he will more than likely never see again. He looked up from under his hat at the young girl crying to her mother about how much the truck was bouncing. It didn't bother Joe much though, he had spent a lot of time in old trucks like this hauling material to job sites. Joe listened closely as the motor knocked at the front of the truck.

"Probably a cylonoid going out."

He spoke quietly before retreating back underneath his hat. It wasn't nothing serious so Joe didn't think he should say anything to the drivers, they more than likely already knew. As long as they didn't stop and idle for a long period of time it would be ok. He noticed that a lot of the people had began to introduce themselves and get friendly with each other. A smile crept across his face as he began to think about how not long ago some of the people in this truck were fighting with each other to get get a seat. That's life, these days it is anyway, and things were only going to get worse. The view could be worse though. Joe had managed to get in the same truck as a few decent looking women at least. A chuckle escaped his lips when he thought about whistling at the scantly clad women as they would walk by his work. Little things like that had made each day just a little more bearable, but now it was gone. In the long run it didn't really matter, he was alive and he was going to stay that way.

The truck bounced again causing Joe to lose his train of thought.

"This is gonna be a long ride."

☣ Alexandria "Alex" Owens ☣

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Alex was surprised that the others began introducing themselves regardless of the situation at hand. But at the same time, it brought a sense of the past back into her brutal reality; people were actually socializing. Alex had almost forgotten the concept entirely.

"Is nice to meet you all." Luca, whom Alex had just met, stated amongst the others. "It seem it was bad time for holiday."

Alex pitied Luca. She imagined how terrible it must have been to be in an estranged place when mass terror struck the nation.

"It's nice to meet you all, too." Alex managed a thin smile to form across her face.

So far she had met Jeff and his daughter, Beth (whom Alex assumed to be pregnant) along with John (maybe Jack?) and Luca.

They all seemed fairly kind to Alex, each with their different personalities and traits. Some had accents, others had extra problems of their own; nevertheless, everyone seemed to have the same exhausted, worn faces.

"I see everybody's introducing themselves like we're all in some kind of happy meet-and-greet," The blonde, who was already beginning to get under Alex's skin, addressed everyone with confidence. "I'm Jenifer. One 'n' only,"

Alex had a great urge to say something back to Jenifer to wipe that selfish smile off her face. Alex clenched her palms together, fighting the nerve. She didn't want to cause any trouble- Not in a situation like this.

"Just brush it off, Alex." She thought, biting her bottom lip as she did.

She sighed, wondering how long of a ride was left and where they were even going.

"don't mind him, my father's a bit of an old codger; he doesn't mean to be impolite.

"That's no way to call your old man, dear." Jeff resented her choice of words. "You called me an old geezer before this. I don't think that is how a proper lady should act." Although Jeff was complaining, it was very obvious that he was trying to keep the tension down. [Tension isn't good for my daughter and my future grandson/daughter. I need to keep her from feeling too overly tensed.] "But anyway, it's nice to meet you all too. World's been plunged into crazy hell and it's very, very refreshing to not see people killing each other, alive or not. I hope we can actually avoid that kind of fate and stay friendly. Nothing can ever come as good from fighting."

Jeff never really looked properly, but there is actually some quite interesting people here. A smoking joker who clearly likes to joke around when possible, a foreign tourist who was thrown into this chaos by mistake; like all of them, a lady who thinks appearance is a must even in this kind of situation, another one but with a less stuck-up feel, a serious man who prefers to be left alone, the man who calls himself John but chooses to be called Jack. And, this is quite normal for them but he still thinks that they're weird, the driver who doesn't talks with the survivors behind him. It's not the same, but it'll work out. At least for once, he isn't seeing people fight each other or eating each other.

Zac smirked at the reaction he got, he was happy to see jokes still win and often got the ball rolling for meaningful conversations. Every time Zac went to introduce himself somebody else talked. After a while he just sat there quietly until the rest of the group settled down. During that five minute pause he thought about the meaning of life, universe and everything. The thing that kept popping in his head was the number 42. When he could speak he jumped at the opportunity.

"Personally I think that life was too short to begin with, and that every moment should be used to enjoy yourself. Now with everyone's life expectancy dropping and quickly I might add, it's even more important to keep a smile on your face. If you don't, you just might forget what it means to be human." Zac said as he grabbed his bag on the ground and pulled out a few multi-vitamins and started chewing. They tasted like Flintstones gummies, but worse. Now with a terrible after taste in his mouth he continued, "Zachariah's the name and making people laugh is the game. I prefer being called Zac, but I will also answer to Zachary, Taylor, Xavier, the Z-Meister, Mr. T, and Professor X." He put emphasis on the Professor X, he wondered how many would get the joke. He decided after that one, he wouldn't make any more jokes for a bit. He found it annoying when he hung around people who made jokes all day. Fun way to spend the day...If your not getting attacked by those damn things.

Beth smiled at her father and nudged him slightly, knowing that they were only joking with each other.
Although, that smiles didn't last for long - The sounds that Beth had grown to know as a noise only those infected could make.
Fear shot through her and instantly, Beth's hand shot toward her boot, reaching inside, she quickly found and pulled out her small gun; quickly turning the safety off (it was off because otherwise she would have shot herself in the foot), however, she wasn't sure what to do with it and no way in hell would she go out there with her child.

"Uh... weapon? Are there weapon here?" Beth heard Luca ask her father, and so, she handed over her gun to him - If Luca was going to fight, then he sure as hell needed a gun.

Tears stung the back of Beth's eyes: She had come so far just to get her baby safe and now, now she was so very close to that safety, it was going to be torn from her for what? - What had she done to deserve this?
Beth found herself questioning everything as the 'Zombies' grew in number, why had George had to die? Why did she have to get pregnant? What did her mother & brother do to deserve such a vile death?

She knew it was pointless, but Beth couldn't help it. If this was where she was going to die - Beth wanted answers. Answers that no one here or anywhere on this Earth could answer.

Shaking her head, Beth turned her gaze to the driver, he was an army man; he must know what to do. Right?
"What do we do?" Beth asked the man, she knew it wasn't fair to leave it all up to him but, what else could she say?

Quickly, Beth's mind changed - No, she wouldn't just sit here and let herself be mauled. If she was going to die, she was going to die fighting.
Knowing that her father carried around a fair few weapons, Beth turned to him, "Dad. Gun. Please." Was all she could manage to get out.
She would not leave Luca defenceless, he could have her gun - Beth wasn't about to be responsible for a persons death. Not today.

Sergeant Thomas Henderson

Darkness came swiftly to the highway and Henderson found himself cursing the situation they were in. They had already passed one place where a resupply dump was supposed to be but a large sign had hung over its entrance stating simply Out of Gas.

His eye turned to the gas gauge where it hovered towards empty. Already he had seen several of the big convoy trucks pulled over on the side of the road, their tanks dry, passengers milling about as their drivers vanished into the woods only to aware of what was going to happen to them soon enough.

He had maintained a more or less steady speed of 70 miles an hour, at this rate he would cover the most ground with the least amount of fuel spent. He wasn’t sure if his passengers had seen the other trucks on the side but they were now the head of the convoy and very much alone.

The sounds of the living dead had begun to intensify as they drove, all to audible through bars that protected him and Gunner, who was sitting bolt upright on the seat next to him. There had been a time when the dog only whimpered at the sound but now he seemed to be listening carefully, head turning from left to right as he tried to pinpoint the origin of the sounds.

Figures staggered into the glare of his headlights and he made no effort to swerve as the big truck slammed into them, crushing them beneath the metal grill. Some got close enough to begin grasping at the truck as it roared by, their bodies thudding against the steel, their fists pounding on the side in horrible sympthony.

He took a moment to fumble with the latch on the door that separated him from the people he was carrying, popping it open and risking a glance in his rear view mirror at the terrified faces. Almost immediately one of the women spoke to him, his fear mirrored in her eyes.

“What do we do?”

Now that is a good f**king question. Henderson thought as he spun the wheel to make a turn around another white truck from an earlier convoy, its doors torn open, interior dark with blood.

“Hang on as best you can!” He had to shout to be heard above the noise of the living dead. “I need a navigator, anyone back there who can read a road map!?”

“I need someone NOW!” Henderson snapped again, drawing his sidearm and firing at point blank range into a face that was trying to bite him through the bars and the creature vanished into the night. It was only one of hundreds he reckoned now as his headlights reflected in the eyes of those who stumbled from the darkness. There was supposed to be a safehouse ahead but unless he had someone to help him spot it, they would most likely just race past it in the darkness.

After swiftly introducing herself to the others, all Jenifer did was observe and pity over her now dirty clothes that she had spent so much money on. After buying the outfit and going home, the outbreak had already started and from there nothing was normal ever again.

Everything in the truck seemed stable for a while. People continued to chat, though Jenifer didn't bother to listen to their pointless conversations. Once this truck stops, I'm so out of here, thought Jenifer, rolling her eyes whenever a new person in the truck decided to speak up with an introduction of themselves.

Later on, however, it became dark, and that's when fear finally found its place in Jenifer. She tightened her grip on her purse, looking down at her skirt just in case anything decided to come popping out in front of the people in the truck. There were whispers from everyone; they too felt the fear in the air. Everything was just so still for a moment. Then that's when the sounds emerged.

As soon as the sounds of the living dead began, Jenifer let out an ear-piercing scream. She let her scream go on for as long as she could; when she lost her breath, she took a deep one, then shrieked once again. Jenifer noticed Beth take a gun out of her boot and Luca asked if there was a weapon in the truck in his odd accent. The driver shouted for everyone to hang on and asked if anybody had a road map. Jenifer rummaged through her purse and eventually found just what the driver was looking for. He shouted for someone, and Jenifer spoke up.

"Me, I have one!" yelled Jenifer, pulling the map out of her purse. She stomped over to the driver, the sound of her heels inaudible from the sounds of the Roamers. Panicking, Jenifer forced her elbow into the driver's shoulder and showed him her map. "What do you want me to do!" cried Jenifer. Her eyes met with a Roamer's and she shrieked, stepping away from the driver.

I'm going to die. I'm totally going to die right now.

Well. It's been a good life. Hopefully whenever we finish this little road trip I can go back to the quiet bartender's life. Jack had started dozing off as the conversation came to a lull, not bothering to hold up any end of it, content with just listening, and answering small questions with one-word answers. His shoulder crushed between the rest of his body and the steel wall of the truck, Jack struggled to find a comfortable position on top of what he assumed were just boards nailed to the floor of the truck, he let out a disgruntled huff as he swung his legs, leading his body to bolt upright with the momentum.

Something didn't sound right.

Jack sidled up to the wall, his ear against the vibrating steel as the truck continued on it's way. It was hard to hear, but sure enough, he heard something that only meant one thing. And the only reason he could hear it... Damn. He nudged his bag closer to himself, slowly uncovering the shotgun and loading it with the utmost care, careful to hide it behind his leg.
"God I'm glad that Nico brought me skeet shooting all those times." He muttered, noticing the other passengers hear the unmistakable chirps and moans. But this is a different gun. And these are different times. He paused, and frowned as he was pushed off of the bench by the force coming from the infect outside, their fists banging harshly against the walls. He only hada moment to flinch before the others started to really react.

Jack glanced at Luca and frowned, sparing a moment to watch as he chanted what Jack assumed to be a prayer in that foreign language of his, Maybe it's time to get into religion. Jack shook his head as he stood, steadying himself as the truck shook and swayed slightly, hearing from behind him Luca stand up,
"Uh... weapon? Are there weapon here?" Jack was about to turn to him and offer the shotgun, only to see Beth hand him her gun, Where did she get that?!

He opened the shotgun again, and counted the shells already loaded, and frowned, pushing one more in, Just in case. He nodded and watched as the driver shouted something unintelligible, and Jenifer run to him with a map. Roamers were freely attacking the front, Jack turned to help before an especially loud thud came from the back of the truck.
Well shit. He could hear them clearly over the engine now, the Roamers becoming more and more frantic as the passengers started to prepare for the worst. And then he heard a scream coming from the driver's direction, watching as Jenifer was face to face with one of the dreaded infected. He took a step over to them and pushed her out of the way, enough to move her so he could get closer, watching as the thing started to leap towards him.

Well this is it. This is how I'm going to die. was the only thought passing through Jack's head as he put the shotgun between the Roamer's teeth, This wasn't how I planned to do this. "Anyone good with killing these things? Anything would be nice right now."

☣ Alexandria "Alex" Owens ☣

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Darkness seeped throughout the truck, spreading into every visible corner. Alex had fallen asleep as she rested her head against her backpack. It had been a peaceful rest, unlike most nights for Alex. Her dreams were usually filled with memories that she yearned to return to; but of course, that was impossible. Many of the others had chosen to stay quiet as the night approached. Although there wasn't any sort of socialization, Alex felt as if she was surrounded by family. It was a silly thought, but since she hadn't talked to anyone for quite a while, she felt she had already known the strangers. She felt whole again.

Alex's eyes burst open as the sound of an eerie wail spiraled through her ears. She pressed herself up against her palms, her hands now shaking violently.

"No, no, no. This can't be happening." Her heart beat faster with each anxious thought. Was this just one of her nightmares? No, of course it wasn't. The fear was too realistic.

"Zbrane?" Luca, who seemed to also be shaking, addressed Jeff. "Uh... weapon? Are the weapon here?"

As quickly as he had uttered the question, Beth abruptly handed her weapon to Luca. Alex marveled at Beth's generosity. Hopefully everyone else in the vehicle had somehow gotten a weapon along the way to the airport. She couldn't imagine the terror of being defenseless. Hastily, she unzipped her backpack, pulling out a pistol of her own and turning the safety off. She cocked it quickly, considering she had already loaded it earlier.

"What do we do?" Beth anxiously asked towards the front of the truck in the driver's direction.

Alex wondered the same thing as the wails and cries suddenly increased. As they drove onward, she swore she felt the truck move as blatant banging noises started to multiply. Were those things trying to get in? Sweat dripped down her right hand as she clutched onto the pistol tightly.

“Hang on as best you can!” The driver, who seemed to be under a lot of stress, (Alex could imagine why) shouted to the passengers. “I need a navigator, anyone back there who can read a road map!?”

She looked through her backpack. Water, a few granola bars, and some ammo were all that was left inside the pack. Unfortunately, she had no such map.

“I need someone NOW!” The driver barked at the passengers.

Jenifer, who had just let out a blood-curling scream in her timid condition, surprisingly made a statement. "Me, I have one!" She yelled loudly amongst the riders. She clonked her way up to the driver with the stomping of her designer heels. Alex heard shouting at the front of the truck, which made her guess that Jenifer was petrified at the situation. Alex couldn't blame her this time, though. Everyone had a right to be disturbed.

The moans of distorted figures outside of the truck echoed in her ears. She had to do something. And fast. Her heart quickly thumped against her chest.

"I'm going to check out what's going on," She said anxiously, nodding towards each person she had just met.

Alex stood up abruptly, hurriedly walking towards the front of the truck. The truck shook as she made her way clumsily to the front. She then swung the door open which barricaded the rest of the passengers from the driver. There was Jenifer on the verge of a panic attack, and the driver, who seemed to be apart of the military, looking at a map. Through the windshield, Roamers, as she liked to call them, scurried across the street on which they were driving on. Their unnatural limbs and clouded eyes blocked her view as the truck desperately tried to continue forward. Alex was horrified.

She took a deep gulp, determined to help. "Excuse me, Sir." She addressed the driver cautiously. He seemed to be too assertive to reply. "Is there anything I can do to help? Maybe tell these people what to do in case," She paused, looking through the windshield again, apprehensive with the situation. "In case of an emergency?"

Sergeant Henderson

Henderson had been in the midst of running down a particularly fat zombie when he felt a blow on his shoulder that was mostly absorbed by his body armour but caused him to swerve violently. In a panic he reached for his pistol, intending to shoot whatever it was, fearing the van had been breached, when a distinctly human voice cried out in his ear. A map was fanned in his face like some sort of solution to all his problems.

“What do you want me to do!”

Before he could respond she gave a shriek and stepped back, taking the map with her and he almost felt like laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. Seconds later one of the male passengers had pushed past her, somehow fitting through the small door and firing at one of the undead as it more or less fell off a car towards the truck. He was partially deafened by the blast and Gunner turned swiftly, trying to bite the offending person.

“Back! Both of you!” He snarled, Gunner barking viciously at the two of them, driving them back into the van. “Godamn civilians.” Henderson swore again, trying to read his own map as he wove through the larger groups of undead, the last thing he wanted to do was hit something the truck couldn’t plow through, they were all dead if that happened.

The undead were everywhere and only the speed of the truck was saving them right now. The creatures would see them coming, start moaning and try to grasp the truck as it went by, most of them flailing at the smooth surface to no effect.

Suddenly a soft voice sounded next to him and Gunner stopped barking long enough to lick a proffered hand before snarling at another undead as it banged off the sideview mirror.

"Excuse me, Sir." Came the words. "Is there anything I can do to help? Maybe tell these people what to do in case,” There was a pause, "In case of an emergency?"

He simply nodded to the seat next to him and held the map over his shoulder without looking at her.

“Yes. Sit down right there, look at that map and find out just how far we are from the spot labelled RS4. Keep an eye out for road signs, buildings, anything we can to find out where the hell we are. That spot,” He shook the map in her face again. “Is supposed to be a safehouse, help me get us there.”

The loud clanging echoed throughout the container as the screams and shouts were amplified by the hollow container. Joe immediately shot up and began looking around at the other people, each searching for answers of their own. He could hear the driver up front shouting for assistance, but from the influx of people crowding the small space that led to the cab of the truck it was a fools errand to try to speak to him. This wasn't the first time this had happened to Joe. Had had been in a U-haul with a group of survivors before he had reached the airport. The infected had surrounded the U-haul to a point that they couldn't even move. The driver had tried to run away which attracted the attention of the infected allowing a few survivors to make a break for it, Joe just hoped his luck was help him a second time.

A foreign boy was asking for a gun, and Joe finally decided to speak to the people inside the container before these kids got them killed.

"A gun wont be of any use inside here, by the way your shaking you might end up doing more harm than good. The less guns we have floating around the better"

Joe stood and braced himself up in one of the corners while he watched, and waited for the worst to happen.