[b]Johnny[/b]

Johnny walked his motorcycle through the brushes and covered it in a ditch.  

"We go on foot from here," Johnny told them.  "If we can't reach your girl's place by nightfall, we need to set up a camp.  How far is it?"

He pulled out a short bottle of whiskey and took a swig of it, then offered it over to the kid.

[b]Ethan[/b]

Once they were set, they were just as soon off.  He took the back ways out of the city that only the locals knew, and for the most part it worked.  Whenever they would reach a dead end due to traffic being piled up, it was on to the next street.  There was always another way out of this city, at least until they reached the barricade zones.

Ethan pulled the vehicle under a large bridge that was to head out of the city, but the bridge was raised and blocked off by military forces.  He could see them in the distance, the military keeping watch.  

"Well, looks like we're off roading," Ethan told them.

As they hit the dunes leading out of the city, Ashley got worse.  She began foaming at the mouth and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.  Within moments, she seemed to pass on.

"Ashley?" there was nothing any of them could do at this point, and Ethan knew that.  He just kept driving, unknowing that the girl was beginning to turn into one of those things this very moment.

[b]Raven[/b]

The young hairstylist now had a full suv with strangers in it, all looking to get out of the city.  As the sun began to lower down the sky, they could see the city behind them in all its horror.  Smoke rose up to the clouds and the gunfire continued.  It was the end of the world.

"Lookout!" the passenger yelled.

Raven swerved back to reality.  Another vehicle, a 2016 LandRover LR4, jumped out onto the dirt road before them.  They were coming across the dunes, and we're driving recklessly in front of them.

"What the hell's wrong with these people?" the passenger asked.

Raven let the brake loosen as she followed carefully behind them.

"I don't know, maybe they need help?" she wondered.

[b]Dallen[/b]

Pitch black.  The man lit his zippo on to see a few feet in front of him.  Against the side of the tunnel, he found a steel pipe that he picked up and held firmly onto.  Once his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he put his lighter away and continued on.  He had taken the subway on numerous occasions and had gone to many different places, so he knew it led out of the city.  The only problem was, it was almost impossible to tell if he was going the right way or not.

He walked for hours until he came upon one of the subway trains, parked and unmoving.  Blood smeared the windows as he approached, and then the faint sound of crunching and lips smacking together could be heard.  He pushed open the doors and saw the carnage within.  Mutilated corpses lie everywhere, and in the darkness he could see shadowy figures hunched over the bodies, feasting on their flesh.  They stopped and quickly turned their attention to the lawyer.

[color=steelblue] "Shit," [/color]  he said.

The first one ran at him, but Dallen's swing of his pipe was perfectly placed.  It smacked the creature hard in the temple and its brain exploded upon impact against the train wall.  The next one came slower, but it moved unpredictably.  It would shuffle to the left, then back up a few steps, then move to the right.  As it got a few feet away from him, he kicked a severed head that the first creature was eating into its path.  The infected tripped over the head, giving Dallen just enough time to bring his pipe down with force.  He gave the undead a few more bashes to the skull until he was satisfied, then it was on to the final infected monster at the back of the train, but this one was different.

Dallen lit his zippo to get a better look at it.  It's jaws were widespread, and it was longer and lengthier than the others.  It looked as if the skin had been completely ripped off of it.  The monster tilted its head back and began to scoff something up from its throat.  Dallen raised an eyebrow as the thing spat a toxic subtance toward him.  He quickly dodged out of the way by ducking under one of the seats.  The substance struck the area around him, burning the steel as if it were some kind of acid.  

The spitter began to charge up again, but Dallen moved in.  He rushed the thing, and smashed his pipe across its face before it could build up the toxin.  The spitter fell to the floor, as the acid like substance burned its own face off.  Dallen pulled out his marlboro's and realized he only had one final cigarette left.

[color=steelblue] "Typical," [/color] he said.