It seemed like it had been years since the beginning of the apocalypse. Everyone was acting like it had always been this way. Everything seemed the same to the survivors. There was still drama, romance, "crime", violence, and many other things. The only thing that was different was the zombies and it was getting easier to kill them. As the group worked their way towards wherever the next evac station was, the gurgles and growls of zombies could be heard in the distance. Some of those zombies could be someone they use to know. A friend, a sibling, a parent, or even someone they hated. Eric had decided to drive now that Jason was gone.

Mitch was in the passenger, fast asleep with his glasses half way on his face. Jackie, Esteban, and Dave shared the back seats. Esteban and Jackie had continued their relationship but with more romance than friendship. The others felt like third wheels sometime since Jackie was the only female and she was taken. That bothered Mitch the most since he hated not being noticed by a woman. Eric could care less thinking that love would distract them from surviving, and Dave was confused but happy for them.

"Are we there yet?" Dave wined.

Eric shook his head as he snorted.

"You really are a child at heart."

"I guess we should have listened to Mark then." Jackie mumbled.

Suddenly Eric yelled and slammed on the breaks a little too late as a man's body collided with the front end of the truck. Mitch screamed as he woke up and Jackie jumped towards Esteban who really didn't care since it was a zombie. Right?

Eric jumped out of the truck and ran to see what or who he hit. The body groaned in pain as it stood up slowly.

"Jeez, I know I can be an ass but do you really have to try an' kill me?" Mark complained.

"Oh my God, Mark. How did you survive?" Eric asked.

"Dude, I don't even know how I got to this side of town or wherever I am, so don't ask me stupid questions."

"Very funny, now get in the truck."

Mark limped around the truck and cursed when he saw he would have to sit in the trunk again. He also cursed when he saw that not everyone was there.

"Hey now Ah'm not the only one who has been hit by a car." Dave joked.

"Dude it was an accident okay." Mitch hissed as he tried to fall asleep again.

"Wow, the hick isn't the one sleeping all the time anymore. How long have I been gone?" Mark yelled.

"Long enough for people to think you were dead." Esteban said with a grin.

Mark looked at Esteban with a weird look.

"Wait, who is this guy?"

"Uhhh, he's Esteban." Jackie said slowly.

"Oh well nice to meet you"

"Are you saying that you don't remember him?" Eric asked, as he began to drive again.

"No, should I?"

Everyone looked confused until Mitch spoke up with his eyes still closed.

"I think you hit him so hard with the truck, that he forgot some things like Dave did when he got hit by a car."

Everyone seemed to agree with that theory as they all stayed quiet. Hours later, Dave was driving while Eric sat in the back. Mitch was still asleep (again) along with Jackie.

The road ahead of them was clear and to the sides were huge amounts of trees. Hidden within those trees were hundreds of infected. Fighting those infected was a group of four survivors. One female and thee males. The woman was wearing a pink Depeche Mode T-shirt, with her skin being dark but not as dark as the, ex-football coaching, 44 year old man who led the way. Behind them was a man in an all-white suit with a blue shirt underneath and a younger man with a yellow Bullshifters shirt and a hat with a tow truck on the front.

They had seen the car and were trying to chase after it. Sadly the infected seemed to be in a bad mood today, so no one was leaving without a fight. A Tank charged out of the trees and went after the truck.

"Shit, we better help them." Said the woman.

"How are we going to help them, when we are about to die? Tell me how you plan on doing that, Rochelle." Growled the man in white.

The four ran after the Tank/truck after throwing a pipe bomb. The flashing red light of the bomb distracted the zombies long enough for the survivors to run before it exploded and killed them with the zombies.

Down the road laid a dead Tank and a flipped over truck. Someone was coughing and others were groaning.

"Man, who knew that a Tank could flip over cars?" said Eric.

"Well, Ah guess there ain't nothin' that they can't do." Dave mumbled.

Footsteps were heard walking towards them. Automatically they assumed that it was more zombies, but when four people walked around the truck, they were showered with relief.

Dave stood up and ran to pull Mitch out of the truck since he was freaking out about how he thinks he sees a spider.

"Hello, my names Eric."

"Friends call me Coach." Said the older man.

"My name is Rochelle." Chimed in the female.

"Folks call me Ellis." Waved the youngest.

"Names Nick, but don't bother learning it cause I ain't sticking around much longer." Said the last member of the newcomers.

Eric looked at Nick for a second but then shrugged his shoulders when he heard Dave return.

"Hey ya'll. Ah'm Dave."

Ellis' eyes widened at the same time Dave's did. The two ran at each other and hugged like there was no tomorrow.

"Dave holy shit it's you!"

"Ah know it's me!"

"Great, now there's two." Nick mumbled.

Mitch walked over and stood next to Nick for a second. Eric tried not to laugh because they look so alike. Their hair was the same style and they were both dressed in nice clothes.

"I don't think I like this guy's face." Mitch said glaring a Nick.

"Really?" Nick raised his voice a bit."

"Cause he looks like an asshole." Mitch said with more anger.

Dave could tell that Nick and Mitch were going to get along since they were so similar. Just like Ellis and Dave.

Mitch and Nick argued while everyone enjoyed the show and that they survived for another day.