“Jeff we have to get off this beach!”  The beach isn’t safe.  The Zeds are around….and other trigger happy survivors looking to make a name for themselves.  Gun fire will attract more Zombies (Zed’s).

Jeff doesn’t respond but as I move up he follows and I guess we are a 2 man group now.  We follow a road going east in a combat run.  Running in a crouch is quitter and reduces our visible profile.  I check behind me and Jeff is running down the road. 

“Hey get off the road!  Follow the tree line – we’ll be less visible to the Zeds or Bandits.”  Jeff obeys and hugs the tree line with me.  We are a couple of feet inside the fall forest which goes up a fairly steep hill.  We stop once in a while to take a knee and scan our surroundings looking for Zeds or Bandits.

Jeff seems more confident in our “plan” and is taking the point.  He’s doing good – crouching beside trees and bushes and looking before we move forward to the next bit of cover.  He still isn’t talking but we seem to be on the same page and making progress.

“Jeff it’ll be getting dark soon – we need to find a building or some flashlights or something.”   As I finish telling him this we can see a bridge ahead and beyond the bridge some little buildings.  Hopefully we can find some ammo and food….maybe a better weapon (these pistols we are carrying won’t win us many battles) and a flashlight would be a god send.  When it gets dark…..it gets very dark.