The community at the ranger station all started to turn, one after the next.  Each of them hunched over in agony, their insides burned as the virus infected them from breathing in the fog.  Dallen and Kenjen both paused briefly as Elizabeth ran to embrace Erin, cautious stances from the two.  The fog grew thicker and made it harder to see, but even with the air covered they could still hear the others that were dying.  Their screams pierced the darkened morning sky, all throughout the camp.

"How come we're not dying, too?" Kenjen managed to ask in the middle of it all.

Then Dallen remembered what happened back at the court house, when he was stuck outside briefly in the fog.  It didn't effect him then or now, as well as Kenjen or Elizabeth and Erin.  This fog was some kind of biological virus, he quickly assumed, and somehow they were immune to it.

[color=steelblue] "I don't know," [/color] was the quick reply.  Dallen put himself in front of Elizabeth and the little girl, kneeling down to give her a quick little hug.  [color=steelblue] "Follow me."[/color]  

He started to lead them back toward the ambulance they had just arrived from, but the gatewatchers that had turned were already approaching from that side.  They lunged in from the cover of the fog, as Dallen shot them down one after the other.  Then they came from the rear, one of them nearly snapping into Kenjen as he was faced the other way, but Erin tugged his shirt giving him just enough time to come to his senses.  Kenjen slid out of harm's way, bringing his pistol up to shoot the attackers face off.

"Thanks," he couldn't help but to say.  

As more walkers started to close in, a barrage of gunfire erupted to halt them in their place.  Briggs, Steven, and the pastor came out from the mist, all heavily armed and still amongst the living.

"Are you all that's left?" Kenjen asked pastor Book.

"No," Leroy Book responded.  "The others are in the van, we came back for you!"

"We'll follow," Kenjen said.  

Kenjen, Dallen, Elizabeth and Erin all piled into the ambulance again, as Briggs and the others got into their church van.  Everyone else had turned into the undead, all running around blindly in the mist searching for human flesh.  The mist served as a cloak for the survivors as they drove down the mountain and away from the chaos.  By the time the two vehicles reached the base, the fog that loomed over them was already gone.  The sky was still grey and the rain still dribbled, but the storm seemed to pass as well.

It all left a bad feeling in the pit of Dallen's stomach.  He wasn't sure of what was sure, all he knew was that the odds were against them all.  They had shelter at the ranger station, as well as food and drink.  Now, all they had was the medicine they managed to keep with them from the hospital scavenge.

"If the virus is airborne, why are we still alive?" Kenjen couldn't help but to ask, he was sitting in the passenger seat as Dallen drove, the church van was just before them on the road.

Suddenly the church van came to a screetching halt, and so forced Dallen to stop the ambulance in the same manner.  A bright light shined over them all, and the sound of a helicopter's blades whipped through the air until it was all that could be heard.  Everyone got out of the vehicles as the chopper landed, a full squad of armored and masked soldiers hopping out and taking aim at the ranger station survivors.  Then a megaphone sounded out for all to hear:  "Lower your weapons, get down on your knees."

After a brief thought, Briggs nodded to the rest to comply.  There were far more of the soldiers than them, and so they threw down their weapons and knelt to the wet ground.  Dallen took a good look around while he could, not of the enemy but of his own group.  Riley was still alive he saw, and so was Ethan and Blake.  All of them looked scared shitless.  Then the soldiers covered all of their faces with bags, as well as tied their hands behind their backs with rope.  They were taken into one of the helicopters, then flown up into the air.  

"Who are..." Briggs started, but was socked in his gut from one of the soldiers before he could finish.

It was silence for awhile.  When Ethan spoke out about having to use the bathroom, he was smacked in the face with the butt of a rifle.  Then more silence.  Then more.  Hours passed, so many that Dallen lost track of time.  The group all had no choice but to wear the bags on their heads and go along with it.  The only thing they were left with to pass the time was their own thoughts.

Eventually they stopped, just when it felt like it might go on forever.  The helicopter landed somewhere, and the group was taken out.  After following wherever the soldiers led them, they ended up on an elevator that took them down.  It was a long way down, but not quite as long as the helicopter ride.  When they reached the bottom, the group was taken into small cages, all side by side from one another.  Their bags were removed and they were left in complete darkness.

The floor was stone and it was cold, and the area surrounded them all felt clamped and crammed.  The only sound in the room was the breathing of the others, all of them trying to grasp a hold on everything that was happening to them.  Then Dallen lit his zippo lighter, lighting up the area around him.  They were all their together, all of them in singular cages side by side, like dog cages in a pet store.  

"What the fuck is going on!?" Ethan managed to get out, his eyes half filled with tears.

[color=steelblue] "End of the line," [/color] Dallen muttered aloud.