Callie looked out beyond the town and sees it full of zombies. "Ah For pokker! Byen er en buste!" (Damn! The city is a bust) she swore off in Danish. "Looks like we need to get to the river." Callie fixed the straps on her backpack. "I mean that's better than my plan." Francis shrugged and Louis reloaded his gun. "What was it?" "I didn't have one." Everyone began to go down the ladder. Callie sat down near the ladder. She let her hair down from it's ponytail.

Long brown locks, she began to think to herself. 'I really don't think that this ponytail will do me good.' Finding a random katana, she held it at where to chop it off at and then sliced it. The hair was cut short, about at her shoulders. "Cal! You coming?" Bill called and she nodded. "I'm right here Bill." Callie caught up with the others. The five stay close as they make it through a gas station and pass by some news vans. "Looks like a news team was doing a coverage here before things got worse." Zoey spoke and then began to hear a witch. "You hear that witch? Shut those flashlights off." Everyone turned the lights off their guns and kept quiet while trying to find her

Then a horde came running for the team. Shooting started to ring in the air and one shot made by Francis hit the witch by mistake. She came running and tackled him down. Zoey and Bill kept a hold on the horde while Louis took the witch down. "Killed it!" Callie knelt down and helped Francis back up. "kan du stå op?" (can you stand up?) she asked him. "Uh.. I guess?" He was still unsure of her words. "Yeah you're fine. Up and at 'em." She dusted him off and fixed up the scratches. "Move an inch and it'll fall apart." She muttered softly while fixing him up. Francis got his pistols out after he got fixed up. "Thanks girl." Callie chuckled and winked. "You're good, biker boy."

"Now's not the time to have flirty flattery. Keep things moving." Bill passes them off as they make it into an empty office. Callie gave a soft laugh. "You sound like my father saying that." She climbed down to the empty street. "Hey I remember this place. I always loved this part of the town." Zoey got more ammo for her sniper. Louis dropped his gun and looked at the mounted gun. "Now THIS! Is a big ass machine gun!" He got a hold on it as Bill took a look at how to get across. "Looks like we're about to sound alarms." He fiddled with the forklift and it slammed down, setting off a car alarm. Zombies came through the office, The little ramp they created. Everywhere. Callie sighs and kept on with the shooting.

When things calmed down, everyone got over the barrier. Shoving a boomer and popping him from a distance, the five make it into the last saferoom for now. Callie polished her gun and ruffled her now short hair. She got out a picture of her father before he died, just staring at it. "Alt hvad jeg gør, gør jeg for dig far." (Everything I do, I do for you father.) She began to think back to that awful day where they got the awful news.

(Flashback: September, 1985)

Callie was trying to start sleeping, but then woke up unable to sleep. She looked at her window seeing flashing red and blue lights. Carson got up too. "Sis, are you ok? We should be sleeping." The two look out the window to see the cops outside their door and talking to their mother Annalise. "What are they talking to our mother about?" He asked her and Callie shook her head. She was unsure of what it was. After they left, the two go downstairs. Only to see their mother crying. Callie sat next to her left and Carson to her right. "Momma, what's wrong?" She asked

Annalise, wiped her cheeks and held the twins. "Hey guys.. it's gonna give me so much pain to tell you this, but it's about your father." Carson was confused. "Is he in jail?" He asked. Annalise shakes her head. "I wish.. but no. He was found out of the place he was working at.. someone killed him." The two were shocked at first but then began to get sad. The three cried together.

(End)

Callie sniffed and toughens up after putting the picture back in her pocket. Everyone make it through the outer part of the little town and through the back to the river. Zoey sees a house up ahead. "Hey look. A house." Suddenly, a radio began to speak out some words. "If there is anyone out there, this is John and Amanda Slater. We are a small fishing vessel anchored off Riverside." Bill decided to answer it for them. "Hello?" He spoke into the microphone. "Hello? Hello! We're heading to the military outpost upriver. We can come and get you in ten minutes. Please arm yourselves for the trip and let me know when you're ready." John called through the radio.

Callie wrapped her arms in bandaging and took her jacket off as everyone armed up. When given the ok, She called them up again. "Alrighty folks. We're ready to head out!" "We're on our way." Zoey grabbed all the Molotovs and pipe bombs possible, setting them down with the others. Louis got an extra med kit. Soon enough the zombies came flooding in and everyone was shooting away. Louis was about to be swept up by smoker but he shot it just in time before it could hit him. A couple of them got boomer bile on them but Francis threw a couple Molotovs before they could smell and catch them.

Minutes go by and Bill hears the boat. "Our vessel is here! Get to the boat." Everyone ran for the dock and watched the boat come to them. Callie threw a gas can and with the quick draw, she used her pistols to make it set on fire. The boat takes off with the survivors on board. Everyone cheered and went inside for some well deserved rest. Except Callie. She stayed out on the outside of the boat. Just looking at her reflection in the passing water. A former shell of herself now. The apocalypse was far from over, that was for sure.

Francis decided to join her, but kept silent as to not disturb her thinking. When she did notice him there, she didn't know what to say at first. 'Oh come on stupid. He's right there. Hey, he hates stuff, Say something that'll impress him. Anything. He can hate.' "So.. Hehe.. Monday's suck." Callie laughed a bit nervously. 'Virkelig Callie? er det det du kan finde på?' (Really Callie? is that what you can come up with?) She talked to herself in her mind.

"Man, tell me about it. Mondays are the worst. Except Lasagna Monday's. That's some real good stuff." Francis watched the sky full of clouds with a couple of peeping stars. Callie felt herself flush up a bit before trying to scoot closer. Inch by inch, it was the best that could be done. Francis looked at her. "What are you doing?" He cocked a brow and she began scooting away before he pulled her in. "Nah, I'm just fucking with you. You know Cal, you're cool. I don't hate that about you." He watched her face all red, unsure about what to do. "Heh. Look at you all red for me. Precious."

"It ain't cute." Callie crossed her arms and hid her face in her knees. Francis just laughed and rolled his eyes. "Sure." The two stayed together for the peaceful moment. Cause who knows when that would come around again.