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"I have to find Robert!" Dan yelled he went running threw the hospital and he suddenly found two people in a room. He looked in and asked "Robert?" The person looked back quickly, it was Robert, he was a zombie, Dan shot him and the other zombie in the room, in which was his wife. Dan came out of the hospital crying softly. Got in his van and drove to 27th street he radioed "I can't trust Shane, and i lost my best friend in the world. I'm staying at Vings house now if you ever need me."

Shane had switched his talkie off a while ago he didnt want to hear about dan and his troubles.he placed the meal in her hands having unwrapped the complex plastic wrap slightly so she wouuld know where to start at least."Well eat up nilla you need strength."

Something about her made his mind try to etch up some old memory something painful so he immediatly pushed the thought away.he started dredging up another memory instead.

Nilla took the sandwich from the boy, Shane, and devoured it. The woman in the driver seat, Rayde, told her that there was a change of clothes, a canteen, and a pistol in a box under her seat. She nodded. She didn't know what else to do. She didn't know what was happening. She tried to remember.

Here's what she had:

She was dressed all in white. Drawstring pants, halter top, linen jacket. Sandals and sunglasses, with her platinum blonde hair pulled up, off of her neck. A niobium stud in her nose and a tribal tattoo around her belly button, a sun with wavy triangular rays that flashed every so often as her top rode up and down with the rhythm of her walking. She felt good. She was smiling, swaying her hips a little more than she needed to. She remembered wanting to slip her sandals off and feel the rough rasp of the sidewalk with her feet. Palm trees. Rollerbladers and homeless people competing for sidewalk space. This was California, unless a million movies had steered her wrong. No place famous, just seedy and a little run-down in a charming, multi-cultural way. A four way intersection with a food market selling Goya products, a free clinic, a boarded up storefront with no sign and some kind of bar. What she might be doing there she had no idea.

She wasn't quite sure how much of this recollection could she trust. It was pretty threadbare and frayed around the edges. The sounds she heard when she went back to this place were low and distorted. Oceanic vibrations. There were no words. No names or signs. She bopped right past a stop sign, but in this sunny space in her moth-eaten memory it was just a blank red octagon. Stop, she thought. Stop, stop, stop! The word wouldn't manifest. Worst of all, there was no sense of time. Everything seemed to stop. Even the light seemed to hang in the air in individual packets, stray photons pinned in place.

With the scene set, however, time started up and the light moved again. The action was ready to begin. She crossed a parking lot and got into a car, a Jeep Cherokee. She placed her foot onto the brake pedal, shifted the jeep into 'drive,' then moved her foot to the accelerator. She drove off. Things got really blurry after that. She remembered honking horns. Screeching tires. Screaming metal. Shattering glass. Pain. Blood. Blackness.

That's it. That's all. That's all she had.

"What happened?" Nilla asked.

"Zombies," Nilla said. Her disbelief was evident. The word conjured up images from a thousand bad horror movies. She found it more that a little ironic that she could recall images from a thousand bad horror movies, but not her own name. She sighed.

Andre kicked a Corvette's window in and put his hand in, unlocking the door, he slid in and opened up the panel to the car's wiring. He flicked out his combat knife and slit a line of the wires open, then flicked the knife back into its collapsed position and put it back in his pocket. He reached into the mess of wires and tied them off to their new couplings then put a red and blue wire together, sparking the ignition. Andre pulled his Glock out of the front of his pants and looked behind him when he heard a muffled moan, laying in the back seat was a elderly infected, tied up and gagged, Andre chuckled over some people's sentimentality before blowing the infected's brains out, tossing it out of the car and hitting the gas.

"your just jealous cuz you think im flirting with her Rayde. I know you want me."Shane winked and jumped out of the jeep and stretched he walked over to the trunk."yo rayde got any fruit?"he stretched slinging his shotgun and started rifling through the trunkback seat.

"your lucky that your beautiful and that your a woman but no offence but can you really afford to be picky at this time when the world is like this?"
SHane smirked and dug out the canned peaches slicing open the top with his knife."Aw damn it rayde your not supposed to keep these in a confined warm space!"He ate about half the can of the spoiled peaches before wiping his mouth off and looked over at rayde."Would you care for some peaches?Only slightly spoiled by heat."