COMPLICATION

As the sun starts to shine on them Zachary hides the piece of cloth in his jacket. The worn out paint left residue on his fingers, he rubbed it on his fingers. Rodrick looked at him as he does it, he started to pour water on Zach's hands. Zach can only look at it as the paint slowly fade away on his fingers. He looked up to Rodrick.

"No use dwelling in the past alright?"

"Yes sir"

"Come, get Orlando and Nevada"

Zachary called the two kids over and ran towards him with their bags. They opened it and its filled with toys, he felt jealous at them as he never really felt that part of his life. They closed it and the three of them headed to the gate along with Rodrick. Zachary puts on his worn out leather jacket as they see a group of people protesting. The four of them looked confused at them as what is happening. Rodrick went up to one of the guards helping with the move.

"Cole, what's happening?"

"Yeah, some one is suddenly sick"

"What?"

"Yep.... come.. you coming Zach?"

"No.. you g-"

"Yeah yeah"

Zachary and the 2 kids stayed behind and they waited by the trucks. Zach looks at the people and their voices seems to be asking for them to postpone the move. They need to move early so that the day when the scorching heat of the sun won't cause a problem with their people. Since they are carrying everything that they have everything needs to be taken with extreme cautious even the time of day they will depart. The dead that surrounded their community is already a problem.

Rodrick and Cole went to the house where one of them is sick, and little did they know the sick that they meant were the horrible kinds. 8 people has already been turned and they seem to not die, they have already shot their heads multiple times. None of them dare to move in on the room as the infected are faster. As Zachary got near the crowds it was not a protest to postpone their move but it was somethin else.

"ZAHCARY RUN!"

Rodrick pushes and the two kids into a truck as an explosion behind him shook the whole community. As Zachary looks out the window the man hole in the middle of the street is being forced open. The cover suddenly blasted open and biters started to pop out from it. They started to devour everyone and everything they see. They all got low in the truck trying to hide from the window, the biters start running around and hitting on the trucks. They climbed every where including the buildings, something that Zachary has only seen up north. The sprinting and running stopped.

"what the fuck was that?"

"I don't know.. let's look"

Rodrick and Zachary looked through the window whilst holding the two scared kids. On the destroyed man hole they see one of those things climbing out. The head looks a lot different, its jaws wide open. They can see the vocal cords and seems to click, it creates sounds as it close and open. Out of nowhere that new type starts to scream.

"What the fuck is that"

"Its so ugly"

One of the main characteristics that they noticed from this one is that it has no eyes. The eye holes has become nothing more but a useless feature. Biters slowed down and started to walk around the area. Someone from the explosion at the back roams quietly, he made a sound by tripping. It starts to click its vocal cords and screams. The other seems to be respond by 'looking' everywhere. Suddenly the standing roamers starts to jump at the tripped man and devours him. Rodrick hid down and he pulls Zachary.

"What was that?"

"It warned them?"

"Yeah, sort off... those biters?"

"Yeah

"They seemed to have heard 'listened' to the screaming one"

"This makes everything fucking harder... jeez"

"Should we start the car?"

Zachary moved to the left passenger sit and sees other people in the car. He grabbed the hooked up radio and communicates with the other people.

*Hey there*

They all responded with a barrage of questions as they did not see what happened behind them. Zachary calmly explained to them what happened. They all looked outside and realized that they are the only people that has survived, so far. They now have to think for themselves if they cannot think of a plan. They all waited for a possible opening and it was all for naught. The night came and everything starts to become even harder on them as the new species of the dead roamed around quicker. They would call on different times checking and asking one another if there is any way to get out. The 'Bawler' that screamed earlier still stays in the same place. They have made different tests by throwing rocks near it, they have concluded that the 'Bawler' is sensitive to sound. It also does its own version of echolocation.

They threw ideas at one another hoping it would lead them to a way out. Instead it lead them to more confusing problems than a concrete solution. They all sat down there and ate in rations. All of them surprisingly lasted longer than expected, over 15 hours but its still the same. They all wait for a dash of miracle to happen, they also cannot risk starting the vehicles as the dead will rush to them. Even the low sound of a started vehicle will be enough to let the 'Bawler' know their presence.

"Say Rodrick"

"Yeah, do we have an empty vehicles near us?"

"Nope, in every vehicle there is at least 1 person... how many vehicles did you count earlier?"

"About 15 near us, why?"

"How about those that responded"

"We cannot say how many people are in a vehi- Oh I get it"

"Yeah, well.... lets try"

Rodrick and Zachary felt stupid for realizing that just now, the two got to work. Rodrick sat on the drivers seat slowly as to not hit the horn of the truck and Zachary checked for something to write on and with. He looked on the glove compartment to find a pair of compasses and map. Zach unscrewed the pencil off the tool and he starts to write the numbers from 1 to 15 on the back of the map. Rodrick waited until he is finish.

"Okay, I'm done"

"All right"

"15 vehicles right?"

"Yep"

"What about the people in the buildings?"

"What about them?"

"If we can get out of here we can help them"

"We are in the middle of the city, I think any advantage against this new type of fuckers will be useless"

"We understand it.. our theory is already proven right.. those normal once cannot distinguish us from one of them unless we do something that makes them on the hunt"

"You think we can by pass the bawler?"

"...."

"Its a bit risky, you'll spend you whole life proving that"

"You're right... so we're abandoning them?"

"No, unless we're totally out of fucking options"

Rodrick starts to speak on the radio and gave the others instructions. They all would turn on their interior lights simultaneously as their names are called. Out of the 15 cars there is 17 of it. The other 2 cannot be seen amongst the horde that swarmed in. Rodrick with the knowledge of the area that they are in drew a accurate portrait on the map. He plotted circles around it with numbers and the people in it.

"This will be hard"

"No shit"