[i]Frank[/i]

Frank continued on with Johnny and James. They were away from the madness in the city, but he could still hear the screams. Loud and clear.

"So, now that we've got time, what's our long term plan? Will your friend let us stay permanently? She probably doesn't know how bad it is. Before long, it'll be suicide to try to survive out here."

Soon, the adrenaline that had kept Frank going began to subside, and he realized it was getting late, and he hadn't slept in almost 24 hours. He managed to keep pace with the others, but he really hoped they'd find that farm soon. And that they don't run into anymore "surprises". 

And almost as if to spite him, a piercing shriek filled the woods, stopping the group in their tracks. They began looking in all different directions, but Frank saw it first. It was in the trees, jumping from branch to branch like a gold winning Olympian on steroids.

...

"What the fuck ARE these things?!" Frank yelled as he readied his bat.