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Nilla slowed down as she stumbled into the camp. Her hair and her clothes were soaked.

Rayde saw her. "Nilla!" she called. She ran to her, covered her in a blanket. Led her out of the rain, sat her down on a bench. "You look rough, girl," she said, sitting down beside her, "What happened?" Nilla didn't answer. Rayde held her in close, rubbed her shoulders, trying to warm her up. "Don't run off like that again," she said, "Make sure you let someone know where you're going." Again, Nilla didn't answer. Rayde looked out into the rain, searched for something, someone. "Nilla," she said, "Where's Shane?" Again, Nilla didn't answer. Her chocolate brown eyes were open, but they were dim and glazed over. Empty.

Her lips were moving, but any sounds coming out were too soft to be heard.

Shane appeared a few minutes later. Nilla didn't even notice. While Rayde and Shane were talking to each other, Nilla was lost within her own mind. Her dream had truly shaken her, and although she had no desire to think about it, she found herself unable to think about anything else. She found herself unable to think about anything but her flesh sagging, her skin sloughing off, her bare skull smiling back at her. Her body rotting away while she was still alive, or somewhat alive.

In time, her murmurings became discernible words: "I don't want to be a zombie." She repeated the phrase again and again, but nobody was listening.

Rayde had decided it was time to move on. She helped Nilla into the passenger seat of the jeep. "Hey, you'll be fine," she said, "I'll keep you right up here next to me. I'll turn on the heater and you can tell me anything that's on your mind." Nilla nodded slowly. She had finally returned to herself.

In the back seat, Shane coughed. Nilla froze. Shane was sick, she realized. Instinctively, her hand went to the handgun in her waistband. He was sick. God, he was sick. He coughed again. "I got something to tell ya," he said. Nilla drew her handgun and spun around in her seat. She aimed her handgun at Shane's face.

"He's infected!" she cried, her hands trembling, her eyes wild with fear.

Andre finished storing the last basket of canned food in one of the staff rooms. He looked at the food he had amassed over the course of the morning, collecting canned food, dry food and preservatives from the supermarket next door. Andre picked up a can of Irish Stew and went to the break-room. Andre opened the can and put it on in the microwave before heading back downstairs. Andre checked the security door he'd repaired. No damage yet. He walked into the downstairs break-room and grabbed a mug of the coffee he'd made earlier and walked back to the broadcasting microphone and sat down, "Morning fellas."

She laughed a little. "to me honest i dont know, i need a car first and then maybe go look for more people probaley.I think i will go back to L.A" She nodded and looked at the sky smiling as she thought what she might do after she goes."well i hope we will meet again arthur." she looked back at him.

((but that a paragraph and its kinda hard writing more then i want to))

(Tip: Don't post every 5 seconds. Instead, put more action into one post and let it go for a while.)

Rayde was taching the choas evolving inside her own truck, Nilla yelling about zombies and holding a gun to Shane's head, the radio with Andre Luda on the other end, SHane in the back praying that Nilla wont kill him... It was almost too much.

Rayde finally shouted,"ENOUGH! KNOCK IT OFF YOU TWO! NILLA I KNOW YOU'RE SCARED BUT RELAX IT'S A COLD IF HE TURNS WE'LL SHOOT HIM!SHANE, IF SHE WAS REALLY GOING TO SHOOT YOU SHE'D HAVE DONE IT BY NOW!"

Rayde picked up the mic and replied to Andre, "Hey, I'm on my way. Just having a doosey of a day..."

The Jeep came screaming over the last hill prior to the city limits. LA, this could go one of two ways and Rayde already had a bad feeling about this trip. She kept an eye on Shane and Nilla making sure that they were going to be allright.

She endured the silence and drove on.

Nilla shook her head frantically. She'd just woken up to this world a few days ago, so she had no idea how the epidemic even worked, but she didn't care. She was afraid, and every sick person was starting to look like an enemy. "NO!" she shouted, her fear evident in her voice, "He's infected! He's going to turn! He's going to turn into a zombie and he's going to bite me and then I'm going to turn into a zombie and..." Nilla's words began to blend together as she sobbed uncontrollably. She said something about her skin sloughing off in greasy strips and her bare skull grinning back to her in a mirror, but the rest was utterly unintelligible. Fortunately for Shane, her grip on her handgun loosened and it fell from her hands into his lap. Rayde yelled at her, telling her to calm down, telling her to relax, but it didn't work. It just made her sob even harder, even louder. She hugged her knees to her chest and curled into a tight little ball in her seat.

Now she was muttering an apology, but the only words anybody could understand were "I'm sorry". Over and over and over again.

Shane looked at the handgun that had now fallen into his lap."I,I think i should keep this for a while....but whatever."He said putting the gun on the jeep's floor infront of nilla's seat making sure it wouldnt move.He looked to Nilla who was having a mental break-down.He shifted over to get a better view of her."Nilla,Relax your in this vehicle and your safe with us.Okay If It'd come down to it I'd give my life to save yours and Rayde would do the same for charlie who would do the same for Mark.Just relax let your muscles loosen and do not sleep whatever you do."

Shane scratched his head and gave Rayde A look through the rearview mirror that he was going to vomit.He leaned back turning around and puked on the road behind him.his throat was now coated with the disgusting brown vomit and he wiped his mouth with his arm."Ugh."He said turning and spitting out of the jeep.