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By the time we got to the edge of the station, Curt was about dripping sweat and his t-shirt looked soaked through. I couldn't help but feel guilty having to watch him carry my daughter while also carrying his heavy bag only by his hand.

"What is it girl?" Asked Curt breathless as he bent down to let Ash off of his back. He took the opportunity to pet Milly, who was currently looking out towards the small buildings and sniffing the air. She looked determined and didn't react even after he had turned his attention towards her.

"Who's going first?" Asked Richard as he looked at the boarded up and blood stained windows.

"There could be infected." I warned, thinking every scenario possible that could happen. There's no more room for mistakes here...

"Well I don't wanna go first." Richard put his foot down and demanded. I chose to roll my eyes before I got interrupted by some barking from Milly.

"Shit." Curt breathed out as he looked in the direction that the rottweiler was barking.

"Richard, I'm nominating you to go first. We don't have time to debate right now." Curt's deep voice broke through the air as he kept his gaze on the infected that was getting closer and closer. He creased his eyebrows together in determination as he walked a few steps forward, quickly placing a bullet into the infected's head before turning around.

"Who said you were in charge? Why do I have to go first?" Richard complained.

"Over there!" Ash pointed her delicate finger as that all too familiar noise started to get louder and louder. Bones cracking, wailing, and the sound of crickets filled the open air and began to get closer and closer and soon I realized there were way too many for us to try and take on.

The whole town must be infected...

"I've got this one." I replied which made Ash slightly whine. I hate it myself when I have to face danger but this is the life we live in now. Just living itself is dangerous.

I checked my rounds before doing the same as Curt; killing any that got close enough for me to accurately shoot. Now wasn't the time to start wasting bullets. I noticed Curt had switched from his pistol, and instead was using a baseball bat just like I had, except his looked to have barb wire attached to the end of it. With each swing he made, black blood and flesh would fling from the weapon, some even flinging into his once white shirt I had given to him when I patched his wound.

Speaking of, I could see the wear and tear starting to set in as he continued using the bat with his previous injured arm. His swings were beginning to be less forceful, and too many were appearing for him to take care of. Multiple zombies came from different directions, all headed in the same general area...us.
I quickly popped off the one that I was dealing with and made my way over to Curt who had multiple now surrounding him and clawing to get to him, some even gripping his shirt and trying to pull him into the growing pile.

"Richard go!" I yelled in frustration as I noticed him just stand there beside my daughter who had fear in her eyes. She's probably never seen this many Z's before.

Pow!

Pow!

Pow!

I took three off of Curt's back but more and more kept piling around him.

"Damnit." I muttered to myself as I pulled out my own bat and kept my revolver in my other hand. I walked forward and popped off the ones that were closer to me, some started to run my way from the new drawn attention.

Last just a little bit longer Curt...

I swung my bat as hard as possible over an infected's head which busted it open. Black flesh and blood splattered on my face and I had to make sure my mouth was closed so I wouldn't get any in my mouth. Immediately after, I went to pop off another one before I felt two unfamiliar cold hands grab my shoulders, that putried smell and cricket noise only inches away from me. My heart rate sped up and for a second I felt like this was it. More started running towards, but I could only shoot two out of the five that were coming from not being able to reload. I kept pushing against the hold on me the best I could as I was absolutely terrified for even a damn scratch from one of those things.
I swung and hit them the best of my ability with my one free hand and kicked them away if I had the opportunity.
I didn't stop fighting, but I felt that any second I was gonna feel that feared bite I always fought so hard to stay away from.