Tristan: Literally seeing a light at the end of a dark tunnel, I look behind one last time to make sure there aren't any infected to ruin the moments. The three of us emerging from the dark hallway enter what I'm guessing was the parking lot for when the military was here. There are a bunch of military vehicles, mostly jeeps and hummers, around us. What tires aren't missing are either slash or are just out of air, and all the vehicles have their hoods up, meaning the military must have stripped them of their parts before moving to the bunkers. "Holy hell," Bailey says, panting through her masks as we walk away from the dark hallway. "That was intense." "You think," I ask, resting my hands on my knees as I look around. It's pitch-black now. The sun is gone and the moon and stars are covering the night sky above. Despite how quiet everything sounds, how there isn't even the sound of the wind, I know better. "Come on," I say, str

Tristan: I pull out one of my pistols and aim it at the infected incoming. My finger on the trigger, I'm about to fire but stop. Rebecca is in the way, she's blocking my shot. "Damnit," I cry, running to the right. Now at a better angle, I aim at the infected once more. Closing one eye, I aim at the first infected's leg and fire. The bullet piercing a hole in the infected's leg, it leans over and drops off the sliver, plunging into the water below. Two more infected reach the sliver and I do the exact same. Shooting bullets through their legs, they groan as they drop into the water. "Hurry up," I yell, shooting a third infected. "This is only going to draw more attention." "I'm hurrying," Rebecca yells back. Rebecca: Sliding across the tiny sliver of leftover road, I eye the infected as they try to reach Bailey. Still sitting down, her face hidden behind her legs, I say fuck it to sliding and start running. Extending my arms so they're all the way out, I start running in a str

Tristan: We spend the whole day walking out of Boston. Shortly after getting off the bridge, Rebecca told us about a freeway that cuts through most of Boston nearby. We found it fast and despite most of it begin gone, there was still enough for us to follow. We stay low the whole time and kept our heads. Every two hours, we would stay for a few minutes to rest before going back on the road. Since it was daytime, there weren't many infected to worry about. "Son of a bitch," I say, combing my hair with my hand. As I do, I look at my hand. It's shining with sweats. "Boston is a lot bigger than I thought." Wiping my sweaty hand against my shirt, I crouch down and walk toward a rusted, four-doors sedan. The paint is long faded, the windows are all shattered, and the tires are both rotten and flat. Hiding behind it, I look around to make sure everything is clear. Once I see it is, I wave at Rebecca and Bailey to move up. The two running to me, I look around. "If memory serves," I say on

Tristan: "Oh no you don't," Rebecca says, stepping forward and grabbing my hands. Pulling me toward her, I fall onto the roof. I have to ignore the pain in my arms. I push myself up and start to push the two. "Come on," I say, "Before they see us." Pushing them toward a window, I kick it open and check to make sure it's empty. Once I do a quick scan, I wave at them to climb in. Just as Rebecca jumps in, the infected from the previous house break into the room. They flood the room in only a matter of seconds and look around. They don't see us so they start to sniff the air. "Stay down," I whisper, peeking over as the infected start to search the room. A few dropping to their hands, they start to sniff the floor. Meanwhile, some of the infected break into the closet, and a few even look out the window. When they look out the window, they turn toward me and I duck down. Rebecca and Bailey looking at me, I shake my head and point down. The two of them nodding their head, I press my ea

Rebecca:Stepping over a fallen tree trunk, I land on the ground and watch as dust kick up. The dust gets all over my mask, and I have to wipe the lens."Hey Drifter," I say as soon as I can see again. "Where the hell are we going?""To Lincoln's Town," Drifter replies, stopping to look back at Bailey and me."Lincoln's Town," Bailey repeats. "What's that, and why are we heading there?""Lincoln's Town is where someone I know lived," Drifter answers while walking."You have a friend," I ask."I never said Lincoln is a friend," Drifter says. "Lincoln is someone I know who lived in Lincoln's Town.""Lincoln lived in Lincoln's Town," Bailey asks."It's not the actual name of the town," Drifter yells, "I don't know what the hell the town's real name is. I only called it Lincoln's Town because that's where Lincoln lived. We ran into each other when I was scavenging around his town. He almost shot me, and he told me if he ever saw me again, he would shoot me.""And we're heading back there,