There would be plenty of food and water for Axe and his little brother, for Elizabeth and Erin, and everyone else.  As introductions were being made within the church's underground, the bombs fell on Mecha city overhead.  The entire area shook violently as they all had no other choice but to wait it out.  When it was finally over, and the surface was completely on fire, Pastor Leroy Book moved over to the table in the room and picked up the radio.

"-Kenjen, it's Leroy, copy?-"

There was a slight pause.  "-...Leroy, good to hear you're still alive...-"

"-I told you there would be others in need, we're on route to you-"

"-Copy that-"

Once the people were calmed that they were still alive, Leroy spoke to all of them.  "People hear me!  God has brought you to us, as he has told me to wait for you.  There is still a light, and we shall find it together!  There is a passageway that leads through the sewers, and outside the city.  I have arranged safe passage to the mountains, where a group of good people await.  They have more food, supplies, everything we shall need to get through this dark time.  When you are ready and able, please follow me to the carts!"

They would go even deeper underground, to an old passage where a few golf carts awaited them.  The drive through the tunnels would be a long one, long enough for them to sleep if need be, or simply rest.  For the extra people, a few of the carts carried a storage crate behind it.  It held a good number of them per one, though the ride would be slightly uncomfortable.

Leroy sat in the passenger cart of one, and behind him in the pull storage he turned to face the newcomers.  "Forgive me if I was brief before," he said to them.  "But now we are safe.  There is no more to fear."

...

"Help!"  Riley fell further underwater.  He tried desperately to stay above it, but his sides were aching.  They had been swimming for an hour now, the bright blazes from the burning city still shining over the water they swam.  

Dallen and Lucy pulled him up, the three of them now back padalling together as one.  Lucy tried to speak, but her exhaustion was becoming to high.  Same with Dallen, however his mind was elsewhere; his daughter's death was still fresh in his mind.  The constant wave and lack of oxygen kept his mind sharp enough to at least focus.

"Yo, what if the sharks are infected, too?" Ethan spat out.

He was ignored, as the rest continued to swim toward land.  What they left behind was covered with the undead, and the flames from the napalm.  It was either make it, or drown.  

"Hey, hey something's out there!" Steven yelled.

Ethan almost freaked out, until they all noticed it was a small fishing boat.  Their morale was raised slightly as the boat came up to them, a single asian man in a dark overcoat was in control.

"You all picked a bad time to go swimming," he said, then helped them in.  "I'm Kenjen, how's it going?"

While the others caught their breaths, Ethan slapped a big hug on the man.  

"I'm with a group at the ranger station, up there in the mountains," he told them, trying his best to point it out in the distance.  "We watched the bombs fall, but luckily for you guys one of our own spotted you with thier binoculars.  Don't give up hope, yet."  He gave Dallen a friendly nudge, but the man gave him a cold glare that made Kenjen uncomfortable.  

"He just lost his daughter," Lucy told him.

"I'm sorry," Kenjen said, and the rest of the trip was made in silence.