Her eyes watered as she coughed violently, her body shaking. She fell to her hands and knees, her brown ponytail brushing her cheek.

Green smoke clouded her vision. Her sides were sore, and her back stung from an open wound. She had twisted an ankle, most likely, and probably broke a finger or two. She was covered with scratches.

"Zoey!" Called a male in the distance. The girl looked up quickly, and yelled.

"Zoey!" Repeated the male voice, getting closer. Zoey fell to her side, still coughing. Her energy was fading, the green turning into black.

"I see her!" Yelled the male, as Zoey's eyelids grew heavy. She stopped coughing. She didn't have the energy.

A dark-skinned male wearing a white long sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a red tie bouncing as he ran appeared in the smoke as it faded.

He grabbed Zoey, and pulled off her pink sweatshirt. She lay in a blue tank top and her jeans, limp except for the slight rise and fall of her chest.

He pulled a medikit off of his back, and began to furiously try to save her.

A series of gunshots sounded, along with the sound of a chainsaw. The screams of the dieing infected filled the remains of the warehouse as two men appeared.

One was an old man wearing typical sailor attire with a cigar hanging out of his mouth. He held the chainsaw, and sliced at the screaming infected.

The other was a man wearing a blue tank top and tattoos on his arms. He held the gun.

They stood on either side of Zoey's limp figure and the man trying to save her, shooting and cutting the infected.

Zoey opened her eyes slowly, her breathing picking up. "Yes!" Cried the man with the tie. He stood and helped Zoey up. They put an arm around each-other and Zoey began to limo forward, with the man at her side.

"Yes! The bridge is lowered! We just need to get it up and -" began the man with the tie. The sailor interrupted him.

"Shut up Lucas. Hear that?" He said.

"Multiple tanks." Breathed the man with the tie.

"Quickly!" Said the man in the tattoos. The four hurried forward, the sailor and the man with tattoos shooting around to protect Lucas and Zoey.

They climbed up to a higher point on the bridge and shot the infected below them. The bridge started to raise, then stopped.

"Sh-t." Said the men. They looked at each other, and after a pause the sailor went to the ladder.

"I'm getting too old for this, I won't make it far enough." He said, a determined look on his face.

"No!" Cried Lucas. "Bill, we can't!"

But he was too late. The man climbed down and jumped over the gap, running to the broken generator. Three tanks followed them, and many infected. The two men on the bridge tried to shoot as many infected as they could.

The generator turned on, and Bill jumped the fence to get back to the bridge.

Then a large tounge grabbed him, and he cried out. A spitter spat goo all over him, a boomer exploded, and many infected beat him. The three in the bridge screamed is name repeatedly, trying to shoot all the infected.

Bill's cries were cut off by a loud snap. The men kept shooting, shouting in rage.

Once the bridge was completely up and the infected dead, they were horrified to see Bill's limo figure, torn apart and neck at an awkward angle.

He was dead.

The men turned back to Zoey. The were silent, but Zoey knew from the look on their faces that he didn't make it.

The three cried. They couldn't help it, Bill was one of them. They had gotten so far.

They fell asleep and didn't want till that afternoon, when they began to feel the effects of dehydration. The searched the bridge, glad to find a car packed with food and water. They camped out there for many days.

They never will forget Bill.