A/N: It's a rather long chapter.

He was trying to remember where the scream had come from. He took several turns in a alleyway, before realizing it had taken him overanother street. He looked around. Every place was empty. There was another scream, before he spotted a young girl racing out of the alleyway. There was a pack after her. She was already covered in cuts. He ran forward, coming up to the girl's side. While she looked at him half confused and half something else, she fell out behind him. He fired several rounds of his handgun into the group. It knocked some of them down, as the bullet passed through one body and into another. They got back up though. He had already wasted half a clip. And, he didn't have much left. Another idea came to him. He aimed a little higher and pulled the trigger. The bullet exploded into one of the creature's skull, before a mass of brains exploded out of the back of it's head. It fell and didn't get back up. Finding their weakness, he fired several more headshots. Missing only once or twice. He waited till the whole group was down, before switching out clips. He only had one more clip left, then there was nothing. He turned back to the young girl,

"You alright?" he asked, kneeling down to her side,

"Y-yeah," she replied, trying to catch her breath, "Thanks."

"Don't mention it," said Craine, he looked around again, "Looks like that's it for them. For now anyways, we should get out of the streets." He was about to give her a hand up, before there was a sharp crack. He winced as a bullet skidded across his shoulder-blades. Scorching and breaking the skin. Blood slowly fell out. At first the girl seemed to stun by what happened to do anything, but she quickly jumped to her feet. Placing herself between him and whoever was shooting,

"Don't shoot," she called out,

He heard a quick sigh, before hearing someone run across the street, from some distant away,

"Thank god I found you," it was a women dressed in a cop's uniform, she put her gun away, "I thought I wouldn't get to you in time." she looked back, just in time to see him get to his feet. Wincing slightly as he stood,

"I know, but this man here saved my life," the girl said,

"Well, at least there's another survivor," the cop said,

"Right, well if you aimed your gun a little lower there wouldn't have been," he replied, being harsh with his words. He wouldn't have been if someone tried to hit him with a car or anything. People can't notice two things at once when driving. But, when someone shoots at you and apparently doesn't realize that you're human and you just saved someone's life, then yeah. That pissed him off,

"Sorry, I thought you were a zombie," the cop apologized, "My name's Marilyn. This is Melisa."

"Craine," he replied,

"Well, listen Craine, it might be best if you head back with us," said Marilyn, "There's a building not to far from here, it's pretty safe."

"Maybe, I have to go back and get someone though," said Craine, "I'm just hoping she listen to me." he added the last part to where he was talking more to himself. There was another scream that broke the air, "Damnit, not Bambi." he cursed, before running back. He cleared most of the trashcans in the alleyway, but he wasn't really paying attention to where he was stepping. He just needed to get back to her. See if she was okay. He ran out into the street. He watched the scene in front of him. A group with no less than twenty maybe. They had surrounded the car. Some of them in the middle seemed like they were eating something. He felt a ping of guilt hit him. He shouldn't have left her alone. She never should've been left alone. He was about to turn back, head back to where that cop and young girl was. But, he couldn't take his eyes off the scene in front of him. So many. They weren't there before. Had they been lying in wait. Waiting for some stupid fool to stand around and jump them,

"Craine?" he turned at the sound of his name, expecting the cop or that other girl. He watched as someone slowly crept out from behind a burning car. Easily slipping out of the flames,

"Bambi?" he said, recognizing the girl. She wasn't wearing her jacket, revealing a black tank-top underneath. Without a farther second between them, they raced towards each other. He swept her into his arms, picking her off the ground. He put her back down after awhile, before realizing that the both of them were crying. She buried her face into his shirt, holding her arms tight around his waist, "Come on," he whispered, being the first to break the silence. He put his arm around her shoulders. He looked back at the group, they hadn't moved, "Let's get out of here."

"Yeah," she whispered, mascara slipping down her face, she wiped it away with the back of her hand, "Hold on." she took a step back towards the flaming car. Kneeling down. She let out a low whistle. The small white-and-black spotted rabbit bounced out from behind the wreck. It leaped into her arms, as she stood back up, "Now let's go." The two quickly and quietly slipped back into the alley way. He walked only a few inches behind her. Keeping one hand placed lightly on her shoulder. They emerged back out into the other street. Where the two women were still standing,

"Two survivors, this day is just getting better," Marilyn whispered, half sarcastically, "Come on, there's a place we can use. I'm not sure how much longer it will be better they find the place out. But, for now, it's safe." No one replied to her comment. But, they just followed her lead. She moved through the crowded alleyway, entering through the same way from before, "Careful, there's a zombie in the far corner. It's chained up though, so it won't hurt you." she stepped out of the way, letting the three pass her, before closing the door, "Also, watch where you're going, there are dozens of places to get out of here."

"I'm going to go in the kitchen," said Melisa, "I found some more medical items in there."

"I'll go with you," said Marilyn, "I think some of those zombies found a way in." The two disappeared around another corner,

"Who are those people?" Bambi asked, keeping her voice low,

"I'll explain later," said Craine, as the two took a seat on the couch. He brushed a few stray hairs out of her face. Pushing them behind her ears. She had small gash on her lower lip, close to the corner of her mouth. It looked like someone had gone and slid their nail into the soft skin. The blood had dried, slightly covering the soft muscle underneath. Her eyes were clouded slightly, she kept them only half open, "You alright?"

"Yeah, I think so," Bambi answered, her voice holding a soft, yet scared tone to it, "I bruised my back, and cut my hands."

"Here, let me see," Craine whispered, gently taking her hands in his. Blood had spilled from the multiple cuts and dried her skin. She had a large cut over her right palm, while more deeper cuts were over her left wrist. Some of them were still bleeding, "Come on, we need to cover these." He pulled out a small cloth from his shirt pocket. He usual kept one around since he was usual clumsy with everything he did. He gently placed it over her left wrist. He wrapped it around several times, before tying it off, "Hopefully this is will help stop the bleeding. If it had bled anymore, you might've lost consicousness." He watched as the small rabbit, leaped off the couch. It walked carefully, shaking slightly. It's fur was slightly spotted with dots of red. It looked around, before laying down. Tucking it's legs underneath it's body. It folded it's ears back, before tucking it's head down into it's front legs, "Well, seems like he's having a better time than we are."

"Yeah, he doesn't care much about things," said Bambi, watching as he slowly fell asleep. She glanced down at the makeshift bandage on her wrist. There were small spots of red coming through. He must really care, or else he wouldn't have come back, she thought.

"Here, you have something on your face," said Craine, gently wiping off her wet mascara with another cloth he found,

"Yeah, some people say I wear to much," said Bambi, giving a small smile,

"Well, at least you don't look like you have a black eye," said Craine, throwing the cloth away,

She was quiet for awhile, before leaning forward. She caught him right on the lips. Catching him off-guard. At first, he didn't return it. She was beginning to think he wouldn't. He put one hand on her side, gently returning her gesture. She put her arms around his neck, pulling his body closer to hers'. He slipped his arms around her lower waist, letting their kiss deepen.

"Aww, well look at this. We're in a a town of living hell, and two people a lip-locked on the couch," said Kit, as she walked form behind them. The two pulled apart at the sound of her voice. She glanced between the two, "I didn't say you had to stop, I'm just saying you guys find love in some pretty messed up places." she looked around, not really appearing to take much of her surroundings in, "Marilyn! Where the hell did you go!?"

"Stop yelling Kit! You want them to find us!" Marilyn yelled back, walking out of the kitchen. She had her gun out and loaded, "Now, let's all just try and keep our voices low. They can see us, they can smell us and I'm pretty damn sure they can hear us."

"They sure as hell can taste us too," said Kit,

"Who the hell are you people?" Bambi asked, keeping close to Craine's chest,

"Ugh, here we go again," Marilyn muttered, she let out a deep sigh, "I'm Marilyn, that's Kit and the other girl's Melisa. Now, there's another cop here, his name is Stephen. If you need any help, go to one of us."

"Act as though we can't defend ourselves," Bambi muttered,

"That's what we all thought," said Kit, before adding, "About each other, but we can't all become winners here."

"What happened to your face?" Craine asked, taking note of her cheek burned and red. Almost infected-looking,

"What's that suppose to mean?" Kit asked, before touching the burned skin, "Oh yeah, becareful of those zombies. They vomit their stomach acids over you, anytime they get the chance." She was about to say something else, before a railof gunshots cut her off. Everyone jumped at the sudden noise. No one around had fired,

"What was that?" Melisa asked, emerging from the kitchen,

"Oh shit, Stephen!" Both Kit and Marilyn cursed. But, being faster and more flexibile, Kit was halfway up the stairs,

"Alright, come on," said Marilyn, taking a step back from the stairway. Letting Kit assess the situation, "We all just need to stay calm and watch ourselves." she looked over at Melisa, who was shaking slightly, but looked more calmer than before. She switched over to the other two. Craine had his own handgun out, while Bambi stood a foot away. She seemed emotionless. Not scared. But, not really brave either. Weren't they an odd group, "Alright, maybe it's just a false alarm, maybe a hair trigger."

"Right," Bambi said sarcastically, "Are you being truthful or, trying to calm everyone down?"

"I don't even know anymore," said Marilyn, her hand shaking slightly.

There was a crash that came from upstairs. They watched as two people ran from one end of the hallway. It was Kit, with her arm around Stephen, as they ran from the one 'safe' room. They thundered down the stairs. Each of them had their guns out, and appeared to be scared as hell,

"What the hell was happening?" Marilyn asked,

"Zombies. Upstairs. No more questions," said Kit, "Go, now." she watched as the four straggered for a while, before running outside, "Alright, I have one thing left to do. You go ahead. Can you handle yourself?"

"I'll be fine, just hurry up," said Stephen, as he headed out himself.

She waited till he was gone, before turning back. Somehow the zombies managed to enter the second story window. She could see them emerging from the room. Wouldn't be long before the whole place would be gone. She looked over at the the chained up zombie. She walked closer. Standing only a few inches away. She pulled her gun up. The barrel meeting it's forehead,

"Goodbye Makr," she whispered, before pulling the trigger. Blood, brain tissue and skull fragments blew back. His body fell limp against the walls. Suspended by the wrist. Which were still connected to the chains. She had a deep feeling of guilt and sorrow in the pit of her stomach. Almost as she wanted to throw up and kill herself. She slowly started to back away. Her eyes wondering over the place. This place was her home. Those people were her family. Stifling back a few tears, she turned and ran outside.

She wasleaving them both behind.