I looked at the empty shotgun in my arms. "Umm...well, my dad...he took me hunting once and ahh...." I sighed loudly "No. I have only taken four shots with this thing. It's my dads...and it's empty anyways."

I pulled the blanket off me and put it around Sami, feeling her shiver next to me. I had enough clothing to keep me warm. A thick blue plad shirt was all I needed. I felt like I was dead weight. Sami looked able to shoot a gun and probably take out a few guys while she was at it. This other guy was a great shot and have already saved my life when he killed those people and took me up here for safety. To think this guy was a teacher, a kind, caring teacher with a family was beyond me. I saw him as this tired old man ready to pull a triggar. He had saved my life. "Listen, how about you guys get some rest. We can leave the bodies here" I didn't want to move them out of respect, tossing them on the street or somewhere else didn't seem right, "I can stay up and watch for anything. Tomorrow we can go stock up and get a car but we need to rest."

My guitar was still against the wall and my urge was to take it out and play it, but that wouldn't be smart, those people outside would probably hear...I could tell this was going to be a long night.

Danny tucked away his Glock and took the shotgun out of the girl's hands. He examined it, opening the breech and checking the markings.
"Remington 870 Wingmaster, got rifle sights and a four-shell tube, plus one in the chamber. Looks like the choke has been modified for vertical spread instead of horizontal, and the feed ramp has been polished. This is a nice gun. Do you have any shells for it? Hell, do you have any other guns on you?"
Danny looked over at the other girl.
"What about you, Sami?"

Sami graceously accepted the blanket from Hayley. She watched the man talk and marvel the shotgun Hayley had. She didnt know much about guns, except of course how to use them.
"What about you, Sami?" The man said to her. She grabbed her bag and opened it. She pulled out a full black SIG Sauer p226. Looking over at Hayley she passed the gun to her. "It's a great gun, you can have it." She looked down "I dont have much ammo but there should be enough for a few days."

The gun was heavier than I thought. It looked huge in my hands. I nodded up at Sami "Thank you."

I knew only a little about my dads shotgun, how was I supposed to defend myself against those people out there. Now I had to worry about these people, they had helped me and now I had to somehow keep these people alive to. I hadn't even fully comprehended what the hell was going on. I took my shotgun away from the man when he handed it back to me then sat down on the couch leaning my shotgun beside me. The handgun was loaded, I checked the magazine when Sami handed it to me.

Then sun had already set behind the large building of the city and the screams and moans somehow had gotten louder. This was horrible. I ran my hand through my hair then pulled it back into a low ponytail. Even if I wanted to sleep the moans would keep me up all night. Riddick seemed a long ass way from here. "What's the plan?" I asked turning to the man, "Tomorrow wer are going to have to get up early if we stay to long then those people might find us. Where is this gun shop?"

Danny cleared his throat as he sat back down in the recliner.
"It's downtown. Probably get there by lunch, if we leave early. Then we'll head down the freeway into the countryside, that'll be easier than going on the highway. Highway is fucking cluttered like a teenager's bedroom; it'll take forever and there'll be a slew of infected just riddled the entire way there. Reddick's easily accessible through those back county roads and old freeways, we should get there in a couple days on foot. We shouldn't try to use a car or anything because it'd just attract a lot of unwanted attention. We can survive on whatever goods we can find; believe me, we can survive awhile on a few pounds of bacon and some apples."
He tugged at his wool jacket. It was a reproduction Civil War infantryman's jacket, with brand new buttons and the collar up. He suddenly recalled the good times he'd had in that jacket.
"I was a Civil War reenactor, and we could survive a week on nothing but one piece of hardtack per man. Sometimes, water was a luxury."
He suddenly recalled his harsh, and sometimes comedic, times water was unavailable. He chuckled and smiled, looking off into the wall as he recalled the battle at Ft. Washita.
"This one time, my company was building a defensive position out of trees, and I had taken off everything except my ammo pouches to help move them. Then, they asked for volunteers to help counter a Confederate flanking maneuver, but by the time we got there, my company's position was overrun, and I had forgotten to put my gear back on. So my canteen and my haversack, which had all my food in it, was lost behind a shifting Confederate perimeter, and so they've got us surrounded, we're in the middle of trying to defend our camp with about 40 men, and my buddy Wiegel came by with a bucket of water, and he handed it to me and just said, 'drink, private, get something wet in you'. So, my other buddy, Price, says, 'my canteen's empty, let me get some of that'. When the bucket ran dry, Wiegel ran off to the water buffalo and refilled it, then sprinted back to give us more water, and he winds up doing this like 5 or 6 times, and there's 10 of us just sharing a bucket of water as we're loading our rifles, and it eventually got to the point where Wiegel was feeding the water to us, like his babies or something. Eventually, the Confederates surrendered, which perplexed us because they outnumbered us at least 4 to 1, and I don't think anyone forgot about Wiegel fetching water for the entire left flank. That was a good event."
Danny had a wide smile on his face. It said everything.

Sami scratched her head and let out a giggle. " Sounds like you had a fairly interesting life" Sami said.She looked carefully over, she felst oddly comfortable with these people, she never got along with people but they were different. " I remember this one time, Me and my best friend Julie were really bored. Dont get me wrong Julie is great but we are pretty much opposites, god knows why we got along." Sami smiled at the memories. "Anyways, so we were out in the town and this guy, hell he must have been 10 years older then us at the time. He was being a real creep and Julie, not being mean enough to stick up for herself just kinda stood there. Then, once she got annoyed she just exploded. It was the funniest thing ever the guy ran off in a heart beat!" Sami looked down and held back the tears the best she could. But even she couldnt stop the memories from seeping into her brain.

I smiled at the the two as they told their stories. When Sami became quiet I knew something had happened to her friend, it was pretty obivious how she spoke about her. I tired to think of some sort of funny, rebelious story that I had. Sadly I never really had...oh wait I did. "Last year at Juliard while I was taking classical guitar my friend Dan and I went to a rock concert, I had never been to one" I was starting to realize how sheltered I was, "When the show was over Dan went to talk to the band and brought my along. The lead singer offered to jam with us hearing that we were both musicians. The funny thing was I never knew how to play rock music, it was the loudest, more annoying thing I had ever played...and I loved every minute of it."

I woundered where Dan was now. I looked at the old man, he was starting to fall asleep. His head was bobbing ever few seconds and his eyes were struggling to stay open. "How about you get some rest" I smiled as I stood and gripped the mans arm.

Danny was startled when Hayley touched him. He opened his eyes quickly and had his hand on his Taurus Judge.
"How about you get some rest?"
Danny was tired. He hadn't slept in two days.
"How about I do."
He lay back in the chair and softly nodded off, hand still gripping his revolver.

The man reminded me of my father. His beard, his eyes, the way he spoke. All just like him. I missed my family. I wondered if they were safe and if those people out there had gotten to them yet. My father still had his other hunting rifle so hopefully he would be alright. My mother wouldn't hold a gun even if her life depended on it. Kahlan, my little sister would shoot a gun, very well actually. She was more like my father in that way. She loved hunting. I was more live my mother and couldn't do it. I was closer to my father though and this man. The man sitting across from he holding a gun in his hand. The man who saved my life. He made me miss my father.

Sami was looking a little tired to "You should get some sleep too, I'll make sure to wake you if anything happeneds" I smiled.

"You should get some sleep too, I'll make sure to wake you if anything happeneds" Hayley said.
Sami plastered on a smile and nodded her head in thanks. She walked over to the floor and layed down in the cleanest, most out of the way spot possible. Slowly she started to drift off. Thoughts of the past filled her mind. She thought of the time when she lived with her parents, she shuddered. Trying to move to a ahppier thought she thought of her and Julie hanging out and staying up late all the time. Then the bad thoughts started to haunt her. She could hear her screams, "Why wasnt i there?" She asked herself angrly. Sleeping wasnt possible tonight she decided. To much on her mind.

I watched Sami lay down on the floor. She was older than be and obviously had been through a lot more than I had. She looked like one of those kids at my old high school who bullied other kids. Other kids...wait did that guy say this was Todd Seyton's place. I knew his brother Mark. We dated for a litte bit before he broke up with me. I don't really remember why...maybe 'I wouldn't do it with him' thing. He was a nice guy other than that. We really liked each other. We also just grew apart, I had music and he was really into sports. He was going to play basketball in college. After highschool we never really talked. I wish I had.

For some reason I had my guitar in my hands before I could even think. My fingers ran over the nylon strings, they were soft under my colloused finger tips. Years of playing when into this guitar. It had got me through some rough times. When my grandparents died, my first failed relationship, when my old dog Bach died. Bach was a good dog, bad name. My family let me name him and I was really into German classical music at the time. It was either that or Beethoven and that name wasn't right for him. I quietly plucked the strings playing a melody that had been running through my head. This was right, a peace in the moans and screams of the city.

Sami listened as Hayley strummed her guitar. It was a soft melody that went with the tragedies happening everywhere in the city. Sami let her mind race freely through her memories, good and bad ones. Sami, wothout even knowing it, started to drift off until she was so close to falling asleep, the only thing keeping her up was her mind, its almost as if it refused to let her sleep. She tried to relax and think happy thoughts. Slowly her mind gave in and she drifted off into a much needed sleep.

My fingers started shaking. I was playing my guitar in the most horrible state I had ever been in. One contrasting the other. I stopped finding that both the man and Sami were asleep. I better let them sleep in silence. I put my guitar back in it's case and picked up the gun I had put beside me. It was heavy and cold in my hand. I prefered my dad's shotgun to this peice of metal in my hand. But this had bullets and my dad's had nothing in it. Maybe when we got to that gun shop I could grab a bunch of shells so I could use it. Ugh, I didn't really want to use it but I also didn't want Sami or the man to die, or myself.

I looked over at the door. It was the only thing separtating us from those crazed people out there. Before long I heard some steps from the other room. I stood to see if anyone had been here and was just hiding from us. Just as I found the corner a tall dark man stood facing the wall. It was Todd! He was dead! What the hell? I tried to keep quiet as Todd just looked at the wall and clawed at it will his fingers. He was missing a few. Blood drenched his torn up clothes. I thought he had shot himself. He had a gun and a cross, he commited suicide! Why was he walking? I gasped seeing as he looked over at me. His loud foot steps didn't wake the others. A hand clamped down hard on my shoulder, shit Todd. He pushed me down on the ground and his weight pinned me there. Todd didn't look anything at all like I remembered him. His sandy hair was matted, his face seemed to be falling off of the bone. His eyes, oh god his eyes. They were pure red. No pupil, no iris, just blood red. I managed to get one hand free and grip the gun that had falled beside me. It took all I had to get Todd from tearing a piece out of me. I screamed loud enought that anyone could hear it. Todd was trying to bite me. With the rotten, jagged teeth he used to sneer at me. Before I could think I let Todd bite down on the gun and everything went black when I heard a bang. I pulled the triggar....

Sami slept peacefully on the floor tossing and turning only a few times. A loud scream for help echoed through her ears and her eyes shot open. She grabbed her gun and stood up quickly only to see the man in the room before on Hayley. She raised her M16 to Todds head and just before she shot, she heard the gun shot and watched as a bullet went into the zombies mouth and out on the other side leaving spews of guts and blood everywhere. Hayley was out cold and Todd was draped on top of her, or at least what was left of him was.

Sami set her gun down and walked over to the bed and grabbed the blankets that had been placed over Todd. She carried them over to wear he was and put it across his body. Sami bent down and picked up the body which was wrapped in the blanket. Moving quickly she set him down and unlatched the window near the bed. She dropped todd out the window and closed it quickly, turning away before she could see the body hit the sidewalk. Sighing she stepped over to Hayley and picked her up. She carried her to the spot she slep and placed her down gently, covering her with the blanket. Sami stood up, gun in hand, waiting for the next undead freak to bust through the door.

I walked around my small barricaded apartment on the 3rd floor. "What am I going to do?" I said, talking to myself. I went to the kitchen cabinets and opened them again to check. "No food...NO NO NO!" I shouted as I stomped my foot on the floor. "I can't go out there again there's hundreds of them out there." I mumbled to myself. I walked towards the window and peered outside at the street. "Not as many as yesterday" I said. I walked to the couch and grabbed a fire axe, a roll of bandages and my pistol.

As I walked down the hallway, gripping the handle of the axe tighter than anything I had ever held, I began to feel safer than I had in a few days. I slowly but surely walked down the hallway and I could see the stairs. One of the doors in the hallway swung open and a man stumbled out. I reached for my pistol and held it up. The man turned around and his eyes were glazed over with the sickness that gripped the city. I released the safety and pulled the trigger to a click. I looked at the gun and realized my mistake. "I forgot the clip!" I thought. The man ran at me with that irrational rage in his eyes. It was like looking deep into a mans soul and seeing no reason but just pure instinct. I dropped my gun and grabbed my axe to swing it. Lifted up I brought it down to crack the mans skull but he tackled me before it reached its target. He was trying to bite me with one hand I held him back and with another I used my free fist to beat him about the side of the head. It seemed like hours futilely pounding but finally he fell over. I sat up and grabbed my axe and stood up. I reached down and grabbed my pistol when another of the bastards jumped on top of me and toppled me over. On my back again, Fed up I swung my axe and hit it with the blunt end of the axe. I stood up as it stumbled backwards. I swung the axe and hit its shoulder and it screamed. I yanked the axe from its place in its shoulder and it came at me again with its left arm dangling by it's side. I swung and finally hit. It's head was halfway severed by the neck, it fell down and sputtered blood from it's mouth all over the floor. I stepped over it and ran back to my apartment.

I turned around and locked my door and re-barricaded it. I walked to the couch and laid down. I grabbed the clip for the pistol on the coffee table and loaded my gun. Slowly my eyes grew heavy. As I was just about to doze off I heard shuffling in the bathroom. My eyes shot open and I stood up. I grabbed my stuff once again unbarricaded the door and closed it quietly. I walked down the hall and to the staircase and started down the stairs...

I walked along the highway that lead into London, what I had heard on the radio, in my old car, was live, I had to get to St Johns hospital if I was gonna survive. A road sign said: LONDON 1 Mile. Next to it, was an old pickup truck and a petrol can.
I filled up the truck, London... HERE I COME!!!
As I drove toward London and saw more undead lurking in the cars and around the cars, I realized that it was gonna get worse before it got better... I hoped to god that I'd make it to the hospital to evacuate, I couldn't go on like this.

My truck was attacked by thugs, they smashed it to hell, but I got them back, shot the leaders friends, then broke his legs and put some zombie bait on him. Now its getting dark, this is the time when the infected go hunting. I decided to take shelter in the apartments.

Christi walked down the road to the place Ash told her of a huge farm. She walked into the barn and heard something eating above "crap" she whistled loudly and took out a gun. A zombie peaked it's head out and she shot it through the head. The noise echoed loudly.

i sat on the roof of a building somewhere in london, my legs dangling over the edge. i checked my pistol: 3 shots left. i never used it against the undead, only other survivors. it never did anything against the undead, just made them even more angry. "hey! watch it buddy! if you want to keep your head on your shoulders you better start running!" i heard someone shouting from the street below. dammit! why had i let my guard drop? i scrambled back onto the roof and popped my head over the edge, observing the scene below. there were 2 men, un-infected and healthy. 1 was running from the other, who was aiming down the sights of his rifle.