"Come on Bree. I thought you would be strong enough to handle a body by yourself!" Scoffed Charles as we drug our body away from the fence.

Bree smiled sourly at the comment, "I can lift the man . . . It's just . . . the whole dead man thing."

"Oh come on!" Shouted Charles, "Theirs tons of dead people you've touched. Why can't you touch this one?"

"Because it's not one of them. It's a- was a human." She muttered this while kicking the mans leg.

"Just relax. We can take care of this Ethan can't we?" Charles had already grabbed the mans arms.

Ethan just rolled his eyes at the small feud between his friends as he reached for the mans legs. He grabbed them firmly as Bree slipped off her rifle. She was watching the darkness in front of them for any movement, not like they'd see it before it was to late.

The body was moved far enough away so the gate would open for any vehicles they'd use if any were running. It was just for precaution in getting people out, that's the only reason it was so big.

"Alright. Now let's go inside the fence. That group might still be around." Charles spoke this loudly as he looked into the dark night.

"Not so fast Charles." Ethan grabbed his shoulder as Charles had turned to go inside.

Bree stopped leaving as well when she saw Ethan give her a sign with his head to stay as well. "We're not staying here any longer."

"What are you talking about? Everyone is still their." Bree gave him a look that said your crazy.

"No, 'we' are not staying here." Charles clarified it for Ethan's lack of sudden patience.

"Why would we leave?" Bree fought a one sided argument.

"I'm going wherever Ethan is going, and if I'm correct, then he must be going after these two's group." Charles had already chose his side.

With that Ethan watched Charles flip a flashlight out of his pocket, and scan across the ground. Bree just gave a hand gesture of surrender, and closed the gate.

"Lead the way Ethan. This is your mission. You should be in charge. You've been trying to since forever anyways." Bree followed Charles as he scanned the ground over and over again.

Ethan went to say something, but nothing came to his lips. He sighed, closed his mouth, and trudged behind them dejectedly. This didn't start out as smoothly as he had hoped even though they were both close to him. He closed his eyes as Charles pointed out footprints in the dirt that soon turned to grass.

I didn't force you to come. I just wanted you here with me.

He follows close behind in the night as they followed the rather never wavering tracks in the grass. It led to a road, and they spent a good hour searching for it before finding it a couple yards over. They held their breaths ever time they heard a sound, hoping it wasn't another group of Rotters.

They had passed to many in the fast paced search for the group. The night was quickly turning into day as they continued on. The light helped, however, and they picked up the speed on their tracking. Charles started to walk faster as he pointed out the trail farther ahead in the sunlight.

Bree cursed herself for not grabbing her axe as she quickly cut down any Rotter that had come to close. She wasn't as good with the machete she was using, but made quick work of it all the same. Charles didn't even flinch as he heard, and saw the undead moving towards him. He fully expected the other two to take care of them for him.

Ethan also took care of the undead for Charles. He used a sharpened garden how to lodge it into their heads as they moved on. Charles had been slowed down earlier by it when it would catch on low hanging branches. Ethan now carried it, and used it for its new purpose; splitting Rotter heads.

Within a few more hours the sun shown lazily through a thin film of gray clouds that promised rain. The Rotters started getting fewer, and farther apart. The trail started to get fresher as they moved on. They even managed to keep following it when the tracks led to an abandoned vehicle.

The vehicle itself had been used during the outbreak as it showed blood stains from various spots. Every door was open, and completely empty. A scattering of footsteps moved around, and a few slips of clothe lay on the ground. They were soaked in blood, and Bree's fingers came off red when she touched it.

"We are catching up to them. You must have hit more than one of them with those pot shots Ethan." Bree sounded neither happy, nor sad at the statement as Ethan nodded.

"They will still be moving. Probably easing to wherever they came from. I'm guessing it got overrun, but they are taking their chances with it now rather than with another group." Ethan called this one as he handed Charles the bloodied hoe.

He just tossed it to the ground as he removed a knife from his belt. "I'm still better at hand-to-hand than you are Ethan."

"Depends on which one your talking about bud." Ethan shot back with a smile playing on his face.

This rewarded him with an obvious blush as Bree coughed to get their attention. "Might as well follow the road. That's our best shot."

"Go on then. Lead the way." Ethan spoke to Bree as she had that night. I hope we find someplace to catch some sleep as well."

"You can say that again." Charles spoke up despite the redness on his face.

With that said, they walked down the road in a group. Rotters wouldn't dare to defy them their path as they made quick work together at any lone one in the way. Bodies lay on the road, some of them their kills, and others from someone else.

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Here is another chapter for my readers. I appreciate the support for this second book, and had to hold myself back from publishing four chapters in a span of two hours (by that I mean going into a writing frenzy.).

I hope you enjoy.