Inside the truck two out of breath soldiers and two out of breath women clutching their pistols tightly as they lean against the seats and end of the truck, gasping for air. The four are too out of breath to speak loud enough to overtone the loud banging and moaning coming from outside the truck. After a few minutes, they gathered enough energy to move. Clutching her chest, Rebecca tries to satisfy her lung's hunger for oxygen with every breath. Mike holsters his pistol and looks out of the truck. Angled 30 degrees from the floor he jumps down and helps the girls down while Jenkins watches for any infected. Their loud moaning and pounding could still be heard, muffled though.

Inside it seems as if the store has been left untouched since the outbreak. Besides rotten fruit and abandoned shopping carts filled with goods, the aisles have remained filled with all kinds of super store goodies. Swarms of flies have made the rotten fruit their home, which the four survivors best avoided as they step deeper into the store, the weakened light from the store casting shadows everywhere.

"What the fuck where those things?" Stacy asks while Mike and Jenkins check their rifles.

"From what I've seen and experienced, they are infected individuals who can run and are far more vicious then their slow brethren. I call them ghouls due to their appearance" 

"Like that game?" Jenkins asks. 

"Yeah like that fricken game. Anyways we need to keep our voices down. No clue if we are alone or not. Stacy, you gather what food and water you can carry. Rebecca, you will acquire three sets of clothing for you and your sister. Just three, we cannot waste space on too many shirts and underwear. Jenkins, you will gather what ammo you can find. If you find any rifles or pistols, take them too but not too many. We still have the trip to Fenway to take care of. I'll be searching the isles and make sure we don't have any undead visitors here. We'll meet back at the hunting department in twenty minutes. Agreed? Good. Do not hesitate to shout if you are in trouble. I do not care if all of Boston is pounding down on that truck, shout if you need help," Mike sternly says, his rifle firmly in his hands. 

The four nod in agreement then split off with Stacy heading to the grocery aisles, Rebecca to clothing, Jenkins the hunting department, and Mike starting at the closest isle, which sold tools and tool cases. For Stacy, it wasn't as hard as she thought as she came across an isle almost untouched by the apocalypse. 'Seems the truck blocked the entrance for everybody' she thought to herself as she lowers her pack and began filling it with as much canned food as she could fit in there. She looks around and spotted by a nearby racks of clothes a rather large saddle bag and began filling it with bottled water. 

Over at the clothes section, Rebecca has changed out of her dirty pants and borrowed t-shirt and into a nice pair of jeans and green shirt with a panda in the center. She finds a rucksack roughly the size of Mike's and fills it with exactly three pairs of clothes for herself and her sister. Smiling, she decides to go to her sister with her new found treasure. 

Jenkins smiles as he came across the hunting aisles. Behind a large set of display cases stood several dozen assortment of shotguns, rifles, and pistols each with a ludicrous prize tag. Dozens and dozens of boxes of various calibers of ammunition stood neatly stacked in an aisle next to the display of weapons. Carefully, he leans his Bushmaster ACR against one of the display cases and began picking at the lock after the lock prevented him from opening it. He then hears a loud clacking sound that made him jump up. He grunts as he sees his rifle lying on the ground. He leans it back up and jumps a little as he hears loud moaning coming from right behind him.

Mike slowly steps back and covers his flashlight as he stops at the end of the aisle, dozens of motionless infected in front of him. Some stood, twitchy as they stared off, while others lied on the ground. They almost looked dead to Mike until they too twitched. Suddenly loud clattering could be heard, as if something heavy fell, snapping the infected out of they trance as heavy moaning came from Quickly, Mike turns and runs as he begins hearing loud gunfire coming from the source of the loud clatter.

Finally, Stacy places the final bottle of water in her new satchel and smiles at her amount of loot. Suddenly she feels a hand grab her shoulder. She immediately turns around, her pistol raised but lets out a sigh of relief when it was Rebecca holding out a clean set of clothes as a shield.

"So? What do you think. I remember you have a thing for flowers," Rebecca's says showing a pink blouse with flowers. 

"Thanks. Wait, you want me to change right here?" Stacy asks, her cheeks turning a little pink as she glances around her.

"I'll make sure Mike or Henry won't see you ok? But you'll have to dress quickly," 

"Okay okay but don't look," Her sister says as she turns her back to Rebecca and began to undress. 

"Gosh Stacy. You're acting so childish," Rebecca says, shaking her head as she lets out a small laugh while watching the dark isles. Not two minutes later she feels a tap on her shoulder and turns to see her sister in a fresh pair of jeans and the flowery blouse. 

"Wow, looks good on you," Rebecca says, giving her sister a thumbs up and shrugging her lips as she slowly nods. 

"You think so?" she asks, turning in a circle. She jumps when she hears a loud clatter followed by gunfire.

"It's probably Henry at the hunting department," Rebecca reassures as she sees her sister pull out her sidearm. Rebecca remembers she still has Mike's pistol and pulls it out too. 

"Then let's go help him," Stacy suggests as she could swear she heard moaning coming from the other end of the store. Her sister nods in response and they make their way down the dimly lit aisles. Suddenly a small group of infected appears from other isles as they reach the end of the aisle. Rebecca and Stacy scream as a horribly disfigured group of men and women reach out for them. Quickly, Rebecca and Stacy raise their pistols and open fire delivering a wave of bullets at the six undead. They sag to the ground in seconds. 

"We need to find Henry and Mike," Rebecca says as the gunfire intensives, and loud moaning could be heard throughout the super store. 

Over at the other end of the story Mike is busy running towards the hunting department. All around him, he hears the loud moaning of infected. When one appeared, it got a bullet from his sidearm to the face. Finally, Mike reaches the hunting department, and to his horror, sees dozens of infected surround it, the display cases acting as a sort of barrier. Jenkins could be seen emptying a Spas-12 at the crowd, then frantically loading it.

"Oh thank Christ!" Jenkins shouts as he quickly unloads the shotgun into the crowd. Mike reaches for his Scar-L just as Rebecca and Stacy appear from the left, opening fire with their pistols. It didn't take long and a large pile of undead corpses lie around the display cases and a very shaky Jenkins leaning on the ground at the other side, sighing in relief.

"Thank you," Jenkins says as Mike and the sisters help him up. "I'm sorry Sergeant I-" 

"Don't be. I'm just glad you are still in one piece" Mike said but stopped when several more infected appeared, and constant moaning could still be heard coming from all over the store. 

"They must have been locked in this place. Explains why this place is unlooted. Fuck! Rebecca, do you remember another way out of here?"  

"Ye-yeah. That way," Rebecca said nodding, pointing at the direction Mike came from while more infected began approaching them from all sides. They ran, turning into an aisle showing off beauty products just as they got cut off by dozens of horribly torn apart undead. Gunfire echoes, causing the ears of Rebecca and Stacy to ring as Mike and Jenkins fire at infected running at them from behind. Rebecca screams as an undead little boy grabs her arm, but it didn't last long as his head jerks back as Stacy shot him in the face. They turn again, undead beginning to swarm from all over, stirred up by the loud noise the four were making.

They turn again, and a smile of relief forms across Stacy's face as she could see a metal door with a green 'Exit' sign over it. Jenkins didn't hesitate and fired at the door with his shotgun, salvos of small metal balls pierce holes into the metal door, sunlight poking out of them. The fourth shot hits the lock, destroying it and leaving a large hole. Mike kicks it with all his might, the door swinging open, bright light piercing their eyes. Mike and Stacy were the first to run out, their weapons raised at the empty street. Rebecca immediately follows, but before Jenkins could run out, three running infected pounce him and began digging their teeth into the flesh of his neck. Blood squirted all over them as he cries out in pain.

"Jenkins! Nooo!" Mike shouts as he smashes the butt of his rifle at all three ghouls, then opens fire at the approaching crowd. Rebecca and Stacy stood there, paralyzed by shock as they see the three ghouls fall back, blood gushing from Jenkins' neck. With a small gap given to Mike thanks to the gunfire, he picks up Jenkins in a fireman carry and despite almost 250 pounds weighing down on him, he begins running down the street, the two right behind him. They didn't look back but could hear the loud moaning.

They ran and ran, down alleys and streets, the moaning slowly dissipating until it no longer could be heard. They stop in a relatively clean alley. With Rebecca and Stacy watching the streets, Mike carefully sets Jenkins down as he grunts and moans in pain.

"How...bad..is..it?" Jenkins mumbles as Mike removed Jenkins' gas mask and exposing a deep bite mark close to the neck. Mike did his best to control the tears and anger as he takes a deep breath. Rebecca and Stacy look away, trying their best to also hold back their tears as they kept an eye on the empty street.

"It's not so bad. Nothing a Band-Aid could fix," Mike responds, softly chuckling but his sniffs and tearful tone gave him away. Jenkins laughs, ignoring the pain. 

"You...are so full...of shit...Sergeant. Hey Sarge?" Jenkins asks, his voice getting weaker as he reaches out for Mike's hand. 

"Yeah?"

"Don't...stop. Don't...give...up. Don't let...my death..." His breathing slowing down drastically and his grip getting drastically weaker. 

"Jenkins? Jenkins?!" Mike cries, as Jenkins' eyes roll back and his head sag lifelessly back. 

"Mike, I'm so sorry," Rebecca says as Mike gets up. He nods silently before pulling out his knife. 

"I'm not going to let you turn," He says as he quickly thrust the blade into Jenkins' lifeless skull. The blade made a sickening swish sound as Mike pulls it out and stares at the blood covered blade. 

"I should have been more careful," Mike says, placing the bloodstained blade into its sheath. "I should have been more careful," he repeats as he grabs Jenkins' ID-tags. 

"What do we do now?" Stacy asks, wiping away the tears.

"First, Jenkins deserves a proper burial. Boston Public Garden is only a few blocks from here. Then I'll finish what Jenkins and I have started. I still will head to Fenway," Mike says, clutching the blood covered ID tags.

"Not by yourself you will," Rebecca says, grabbing Mike's hand. Stacy nods in agreement, grabbing Rebecca's hand and flashing a weak smile. Mike nods back and looks at Jenkins, a sudden wave of sadness overcoming him.

"Let's go," He says as he picks up Jenkins with Rebecca carrying his pack.

An hour later, at the park Mike mentioned, a lone grave stood at the top of a small hill. A pile of undead stood not far from the grave. Jenkins' Bushmaster ACR has been fashioned into a grave stone, a gasmask with tinted lenses and ID-tags placed on the butt of the rifle. Rebecca, Mike, and Stacy each place a small flower picked from the park onto the grave. With his ka-bar knife, Mike began etching into the butt of the rifle. He lets out a heavy sigh as he gets up and looks at the etching, 'Henry K. Jenkins. Good soldier, Great friend'.

"If I may, I'd like to say a few words" Mike said as he sheaths his knife. The sisters nod, each too sad to disagree or utter a word. "Jenkins, we may have only known each other for a couple of weeks, but we've been through a lot. You made the zombie apocalypse tolerable. Even with the help of Rebecca and Stacy, I wish I could have done something. I'm not going to give up though. When all this is over, when we find that chip and fight back the undead at a greater scale, I'm going to come back here. Rest in peace Corporal Henry K. Jenkins. Rest in peace." With that, the three say their final goodbyes and leave the park, each filled with great sorrow.