SOUNDS

Rodrick, Nevada, and Seymour wakes up, they hit the ground hard and create a small pit. Rodrick put several pieces of wood bark that he gathered and set it on fire, using metallic parts they used it as a pan to cook something. Nevada looks through the window and sees hoe 'Peaceful' the scenery is.

"Well, do we have any plan?"

"Yeah, we follow the road to Flagstaff, maybe we can find them there"

"We need a car, remember what we saw about 2 nights ago?"

"The horde, must have caught up on the village"

"We're near the golf course, we can probably use that right?"

"Just to gain distance for sure"

"We need to find a map"

"Yeah, I'll check again, stay on Nevada okay"

Seymour watched over the little girl who is drawing something, he looks through the window and sees the inspiration. Rodrick once more swept through the house even under the debris just to find a map. He covers his nose as he explored as everything smelled putrid. Even covering his mouth and nose he starts to feel nauseous, he walks slowly with the axe on one of his hand. His body is still sore from the attack. Rodrick approaches a dark hallway and he turns on the UV flash light, 2 biters are there. Their bodies in half, as the UV light hits them they stopped. Rodrick did not noticed it and kills the 2 quickly.

The garage door seems to be shut down and the other half of the corpses carried it. He looks down and sees bodies shot dead, no movement whatsoever. He needs to find a jack stand to open this door. He continued to roam the halls turning quickly and on his feet on every turn. The stench gets worse from here, he sees a masked police officer and he grabbed it. The gas mask has a bit of saliva, not wanting to risk it he dropped the item. He looked around to see one buried under a trauma blanket, as he got closer it is a face of a girl.

The building must have been used as a temporary refugee center before it got over run. The bodies, tents outside on the parking lot were proof of that. He grabs the mask and checked if there is saliva, clean. He puts it on and hears the body snarl at him. He quickly put the girl to rest by destroying her head. The blood spewed and some of it landed on him.

"Shit..."

He looks ahead and continued to walk, he also checks the corpses if there is any guns that he can use, none. Their fingers were broken and chopped off, rigor mortis made it harder for what ever they are holding to be acquired. After a few turn on every corner he sees the chief's office. Using an empty magazine on the ground he threw it through the glass window. The breaking echoed around and there seems to be nothing. He approached the door and tried to open it but it is locked. Using the back side of the axe he broke the doorknob.

He opens the door and a body was covering it but not hard enough that it cannot be opened. He looked to the backside of the chair and there is a pile of corpses, the stench was even stronger. He checked the whole room and sees a crumpled maps of the whole east coast and Arizona. He checks some more and finds the keys to the fire trucks, he also sees the corpse of the late fire chief. Her corpse seems to be on active decay, he sees a journal on her left hand. He grabbed it and after a few hard pulls it comes off. He also picks up the gun on her right hand, but it is empty.

There were the remaining survivors in the fire station, 7 bullet cases on the ground for 7 people in the room. He opens the journal and sees a sketch of a little girl and a photo that she obviously used for a reference. A blonde little girl who is smiling wide who is about the same age as Nevada. He sees a hydraulic jack.

"I'm sor-"

After inserting the photos in the small journal he out it in his bag. He turns around he can hear something walking behind him. He shined his UV flashlight and something walks across the hallway. The clattering sound of its teeth, can bear heard around. It does not sound like a 'Bawler'. He crouched down and slowly walked outside of the room, the biter made a clicking noise once more and this one it turned around to where Rodrick is. He sees the shadow turn and as he looked up it starts to click again, it sounds like a 'Bawler' but instead of screeching or making a loud noise, it makes 'Ticks' using its vocal chords. A rat moved by from behind Rodrick, it makes small squeaking noises.

Suddenly the 'Ticker' makes 'ticking' sounds in a much faster pace and attacks the rat as it gets closer.

'what the fuck' Rodrick whispered and it was loud enough for the 'Ticker' to hear. It starts to walk to his direction, it stands right front of him. It makes a noise and it stares directly to Rodrick, it knows that he is there, and it can kill him. He closed his eyes and before he can do something he hears footsteps from the hallway and sees Seymour with Nevada packed up. He throws a rock to the hallway echoing around him. Seymour has a bolt loaded in the crossbow but the 'Ticker' needs to get close as he does not want to risk it.

It starts to 'tick' again and this time walking towards Seymour. Seymour starts to make sound using his heel to attract the 'Ticker', it walks towards him and Rodrick slowly gets back up. He slowly walked up to it, as he was about to swing the 'Ticker' knew he was there and scratched his left fore arm. Seymour fired a bolt directly to its nape Incapacitating it, it fell down to the ground. Rodrick finishes it with a hard hit to the head.

"Okay stop... we need to get out of here.. there's some of those things out there"

"Yeah I'm on it"

Rodrick went into the room and grabbed the hydraulic jack, he puts it down and he starts to crank it. Nevada gets in first then the two men easily slide in, Seymour holds the gate as Rodrick gets rid of the jack and the corpses. He slowly puts the gate down and it is dark. They turned their flashlights on.

"Okay, I got the key, we just need to figure out if this truck works.. should we do it in here?"

"Yeah, what choice do we have"

Rodrick hops on to one of the fire trucks and opens it, he inserted the key and it works.

"Okay good"

"I'm going to check if it still has fuel"

"Yep"

Rodrick switches of the truck and Seymour finds a small piece of wood from a rotting handle and uses it to deep stick the fuel.

"Full tank"

"I'm amazed it still works after 5 years"

"We can't be so sure... it might be rusting"

"It lasts for 20 years"

"How do you know that?"

"My in-law is... or was a fire man"

"oh.. gotcha"

Seymour looks through the boarded up windows and it is clear.

"Clear.. how are we getting out of here?"

"Didn't think of that"

"Think we can use the jack?"

"No, too short and too heavy"

"Shit then... guess we're stuck"

The door suddenly opens and the alarm starts blaring off, the 'Tickers' all go the door and starts pouncing on it trying to get in. Some appears in front of the truck, they quickly hopped in and the trucks starts. They mow down anything that comes in the way.

Over to the interstate the blaring sound of the alarm can be heard, an odd thing as it is extremely loud. They can hear the faint sound of the alarm blaring off, from there. The horde behind them were attracted when suddenly fire broke out. They can hear the loud rev of a motorbike echoing in the forest.

'what the fuck was that?'

'No idea, we should be thankful for them for attracting all these fuckers'

The 'Bawler' screeches and all runners starts to run towards the noise.