Johnny shook the cobwebs off as he sat up, hearing the plan that was being put together as well as the horde that was banging against the house.  

"Kid, I like you, but what your trying to do is suicide," Johnny told him.  "You're gonna at least need my help."

Dallen sighed and rubbed his head.  He didn't care about the man in the outhouse, however they were right about getting out of here now.  It was just a matter of time before the place was overrun and it would be to late.  He helped Reena shove the supplies through the window and then shook his head in agreement, as if he was trying to convince himself to help.

"I have a jeep with more supplies parked on a trail to the east," Dallen said.  "I'll go out with her, start a diversion.  Get to my jeep, then lead them all away so you can get the kid.  I'll double back and pick you up from the fire station."

Before anyone could agree or disagree, a walker started banging at the door from within the house.  There was no more time left.  Johnny gave a quick nod and then grabbed the door, swinging it open again.  He gripped his pocket knife as the walker came stumbling in, then stabbed it deep into its temple.

"Go!" Johnny yelled, and Dallen was off.

The lawyer rushed out of the house, taking a few walkers down with his AR-15.  He got outside and took out a few more with direct headshots.  

"Move, move!" he yelled to Reena, as he scooped up one of the supply backs and slung it over his back.  

A walker got to close to him and pressed him against the wall.  Dallen gripped the undead by the throat, while struggling with his rifle as another walker approached.  He grabbed the second by the throat as well, keeping them just barely off of him.  He could smell there horrible breath, the jaws just being inches away from his flesh.

"Girl, help!" Dallen pleaded as he used all the strength he had to shove the walker on his left toward Reena, hoping that she'd be able to take it down.  This gave him a free hand, and he used it to clench the other walkers throat more fully.  He lifted the infected up and smashed it down to the grass, then used the butte of his rifle to smash its brains in.

They moved off to the side, firing at the bulk of the horde to keep them at bay.  It was working, they all began swarming in Dallen and Reena's direction.  

"Reloading!" Dallen yelled as he quickly changed a magazine.  Within seconds he was ready again, popping headshots one by one as they slowly drew the horde away and toward the jeep.

"You ready, kid?" Johnny asked.  

Johnny led the way out the opposite direction of the house.  The first thing he saw lying against the house outside was a pitchfork.  He picked it up and swung it at the nearest walker, knocking it back into a few others.  They ran around the house and back toward the outhouse.  He stuck another walker direct in the face with the pitchfork, then used the limp dead body as a puppet to keep back a few others as they got by them.  He then let go of the weapon and moved on, pulling out his handgun and running next to James.

"Go get him, I got you covered!" Johnny yelled.

"I love you..." Ethan told his wife, both of them filled up with tears.  He thought it was the end, but as the wooden door cracked a bit further, he heard a few gunshots ring out to take out the walkers.  Moments later the door swung open, and immediately he lifted his wife and ran outside.

"She's bit!" Johnny said, immediately noticing.

"So what, we'll deal with that later," Ethan said, wrapping her good arm around his shoulder.  "I'm not leaving her here to get torn apart.  Get us out of here!"

Johnny nodded.

"James, stay at their front I'll watch the back," Johnny said.  He raised his glock and took out two more.