Tristan: "Chuck," I scream as the infected bites down on his arm. Chuck screams as he shakes his arm but the infected wouldn't let go. Eyeing the car, Chuck grabs the infected by its head and slams it against the car over and over. After the fifth time, the infected opens its mouth and falls to the ground. "Chuck," I yell, running to see Chuck's arm. With a gun in my hand, I prepare to do it. I prepare to shoot Chuck. It sounds cruel. It sounds harsh, but it's better than being an infected. It's better than being a mindless zombie, only focusing on finding and eating. As I approach Chuck, I notice his wound. "What the hell," I say, not seeing any blood. Instead, I see something soft and white. "Relax," Chuck yells, seeing the gun in my hand. "And don't shoot me. At least not yet." "What the hell," I say again, pointing at what is supposed to be a bite mark. As I look closer, I realize what is going on. "Are you, are you wearing some sort of body armor?" "It's called padding," Ch

Tristan: As I turn left, I walk through a doorframe with no door and enter what looks like a storage room. There are a bunch of wooden shelves lined up against the walls but like the shelves outside, they're all empty. Besides the empty shelves and a push cart, there really isn't anything else in the storage room. I turn around and go the other way. Using my lighter as a guide, I walk past the first hallway and toward the right. The hallway leading to the right doesn't go very long. It ends after a few steps with two doors on opposite walls. I place my ears against both doors and prepare for any infected before opening. The door on the left turns out to be a small office with old paper scattered everywhere. There's a rusted chair and a broken desk in there but nothing more. I check the door on the right and it turns out to be a small restroom. I lower my gun and walk back to Rebecca who is still looking around the gas station. "Clear," I say as soon as she sees me. "How about you?

Tristan: I watch with the rock ready in hand. The shadow in the red mist is huge, and it seems to be growling. It moves fast, running and disappearing before somehow reappearing behind us. "What is that," the kid shouts. I look around, trying to keep my eyes on the shadow but, somehow, it's like it knows it's being watched and is disappearing into the mist on purpose. "Wait for it," I say, holding out my hand. "Wait for what," Rebecca asks, her shaking body turning left and right as the growls come from all over. "Wait for it," I repeat. "Wait for it!" I hear the sound of squashing mud from the side and turn. I see the shadow emerges from the red mist. A large, grey wolf with bloody cuts and open wounds leaps out. The wolf shows off its sharp yellow teeth as it growls. I scream as I charge toward the infected wolf. I slam the rock against the side of the infected wolf's face, knocking it to the forest f

Bailey: "Wow," I say after walking through the steel door and seeing the bunker. "This isn't much." The bunker is smaller than the one in Boston and with fewer lights. All of the buildings I can see aren't much more than makeshift tents, put mostly together with what looks like rope and sheet metals. It doesn't have metal walls. In fact, it doesn't have any walls at all. I can see the exposed dirt. As soon as I said those words, I feel a slap on the back of my head. While rubbing my head, I turn around to see Rebecca glaring at me with red eyes. "Sorry," I say, lowering my head. Tristan, Rebecca, and I turn around when we hear a grinding sound. We see two of the soldiers closing the steel door. With the door close, the soldiers around us take off their gas masks, revealing their sweaty, dirt-covered faces. "So now what," I ask, taking off my own mask. "You three will have to come with us," Marcus answers. He shakes his

Tristan: “What do infected wolves have to do with low supplies,” Bailey asks. “About six months ago,” Marcus starts, “The infected wolves got into the bunker. They somehow dug a way down until they found a pipeline. Breaking through the pipelines, the infected wolves found their way into the bunker.” “Damn,” I say. “That’s taking it lightly,” Jacob comments from the side with crossed arms. “It was late at night when those fucking wolves attacked. Half of us were asleep when they did. They slaughter dozens of us before the first shot was even fired. By the time all of us were awake, they had taken over most of the bunkers. To save what few of us were still alive, the military used explosives to seal off whole sections of the bunker.” "I guess that’s why this bunker is smaller than the other ones I’ve seen." I look toward the tiny city. “A few of the sections we had to give up were the cafeteria, the water filtering plant, and the first motor pool," Marcus says. He looks toward t