Chapter 7: The Voice in your ear

With a bruised eye, Teen Jack stared out the window of a car. The night lights of Hamihero present themselves. 

Hotels, neon signs, fast food joints, and restaurants beckoned to the young Jack's curious eyes, stirring a deep sense of curiosity within him. 

"Jack." A voice called out. "Jack." 

The teen breaks from the window and at the young Kirishima covered with bandages and bruises. 

"What's caught your eye, Jack?" Kirishima's voice breaks the silence, drawing Jack's attention. He peers over Jack's shoulder, his eyes following Jack's gaze out the window. 

"What are they?" Jack questioned, pressing his finger on the glass. "Will I ever experience it?" 

"We're on a tight schedule, but a quick stop wouldn't hurt." The red-haired young man smirked before staring at the driver. "Hey, stop by at Frenchie's." The driver nodded. "We're getting a small bite, but you still gotta eat with your father." 

"We've been over. This Kirishima." Jack's eyes break from the sights of the night light. 

"Foster or Father, he's here to look after you." 

"Of course, he is." The white-haired teen frowned his brows. 

The black SUV hit the curb before pulling into the Frenchie's parking lot. 

"We're going inside." Kirishima gave notice. "Wait for us here." He looks to Jack. "Come on." 

The red-haired young man climbed out of the truck, followed by Jack. 

He eyed the blue-and-white exterior posters, which presented deals like buy one, get one free fish patty. 

"Can we get ice cream?" A boy holding the hand of a Nanny bot asked. 

The Nanny bot smiled, her black skin taking in the restaurant's lights. 

"How about I make you ice cream tomorrow after school? I heard you've been a good boy and are getting good grades. Or can we go to Cold Stone?" 

"Aw, okay." The young boy groaned while Jack could only stare. He noticed a barcode tattoo on the back of the Nannybots neck. 

"Jack!" Kirishima called, snapping the teen out of it. "Thinking about someone? Does Bella ring a bell?" 

"No. It's just a robot." 

"You should've seen the older models." Kirishima opened the door to the fast food chain. 

Jack's black-and-white sneakers pressed onto the caramel tile floor. Young and old customers scattered the place, while only two Nannybots remained in the standard-paced interior. 

Beeping and chirping filled his ears. He eyed the workers dressed in white polo shirts, blue and white caps, and black cargo pants. 

"What are you getting?" Kirishima points to the menu from above. Jack twitches his head, squinting his eyes. 

"What's a Captin special?" Jack looks to Kirishima, who's still looking at the menu with folded arms. 

"Well, it's a fish sandwich with tartar sauce, lettuce, and Frenchie's special sauce. You get fries on the side and a drink. I promise it won't give you wings." 

"I'll take that." 

"Don't tell me, tell her." Kirishima points to the cashier, waiting patiently. 

"Okay." Jack breathed out before approaching the white counter. 

"Welcome to Frenchie's!" The cashier smiled. "Would you like it to go or in?" 

"What?" 

"To go." Kirishima cuts in. "I'll take a number two, Medium." 

"Uh, the Captain Special...Medium." 

"Of course!" The cashier said the total while Kirishima fetched his wallet. 

... 

"Wow! Ack!" The young red-haired adult drew his head back from his fish sticks in the paper container. "That crap! Is hot." Kirishima smirked before looking at Jack, who was taking slow bites. "How's your food?" 

"It's okay. I was hoping to be better." Jack answered. 

"Hey, we all have tastes. How about I take you all over the city when I'm free." 

"Really?" Jack's jaw dropped.

"I need a little practice of my tourism. Besides, it's going to be your birthday soon." 

"Cool." Jack grins, shaking his head. 

"Cool." Kirishima mocks before tilting his head with a smirk. "You're a weird kid, you know that?" 

"And you took a liking to me." 

Kirishima playfully shoved him. 

"Hey! You almost made me drop my fish!" 

"Oh, and now you like it." 

"GET DOWN!" The driver roared, followed by gunfire. 

Windows burst while Jack screamed. Kirishima piled on him, shielding him from the bullets. The SUV roared, picking up an unsteady pace. 

"Mr. Kirishima!" The driver roared once more. 

" I know!" The red-haired young adult whipped a vendetta from his suit. "Jack, stay down!" 

"I know!" Jack closes his eyes shut. 

He opens them. 

The boss awoke in the locker room. He sat up from a sliver bench, stretching his back with a groan. 

Jack looks around to see William still fast asleep with his back along the locker and his butt on the hard red clay floor. 

The metal door, with bars, blocked their way out. 

"Ah." Jack yawned, rubbing his white hair. He heads to the sink, where the showers remain a few feet behind them. 

He washes his face before looking up at the mirror to be met with a cold gaze. Jack staggered before remaining firm. His sliver eyes poured back into the sky-blue ones. 

The boss's calm gaze slowly became mean. Jack stared at the eyes. Ice escaped from his palms, spreading among the sink. His breath released an ice-cold fog from his twitching lips. 

Jack snapped his eyes from the mirror, taking breaths with shaky hands.

"He's not here." He said under his breath. "He's burning in hell." 

The boss collected himself, and he eyed the frozen parts of the sink. He brushed his finger along it, not wanting to feel the sharp, icy embrace but a warm one. 

He devours the sink water before smacking his lips. 

The boss makes it back to the locker room only to hear a swing of a door. 

"Stand where we can see you." A ranger's voice entered the room. 

Jack removed himself from a locker with his hands raised, and soon William. 

Two rangers entered with their Dawn fourteen rifles trained on the two, and soon, another familiar bot entered the fray. 

"I hope you two found somewhere comfortable to rest." Amy entered with a giant red cross across her chest. 

"Oh, I did. It just so happens that my ass felt like. I sat on pins and needles." William remarked. 

"We are currently booked for your necessities. Til our next shipment." Amy sat her medical bag at the end of the bench. "So please, (Gentleman). Would you release your garments?" She said the keyword in French. 

"Wait, what?" 

"Can you remove your clothes?"

"I know what you said, but this is fuck up, and you know it." William glared. "We're fine." 

"(Mister)." Amy gazed at Jack with sadness pouring from her green eyes. 

"Just. Do it." Jack ordered, taking off his shirt. William huffed before following. 

"Until your undergarment. (Gentlemen)." Amy advised, gaining back her angelic smile. 

Jack and William stood in their boxers. 

"Hmm." Amy placed her finger and thumb under her chin. "Your back, face me." 

They did it with either a huff or a light glare. 

What caught Amy's eyes was a tattoo covering Jack's entire back. A white-furred wolf stalks through the black and red mist, and Hamehero is presented in the top right corner.

"All good. You can redress." Amy watched as they did. 

Jack honed a lean, bulked build while Wiliam was lean. 

"I'm going to do some direct testing. Would one of you gentlemen take a seat?" Jack was the first. "Can you say ah?" Amy lifts her wrist with her left hand facing down. A compartment revealed itself as a mini flashlight, shining bright in Jack's eyes. 

"Ah." Jack opened his mouth while Amy rested a popsicle stick in his mouth. 

"Okay, Time for your reflexes. (Mr.Walker)." 

"Did they program you to act like this?" Jack questioned. 

"Whatever do you mean?" 

"That accent. Of yours." William answered with his arms crossed. "You're far from home if I last check." 

"Well, I was manufactured in France and stationed in America for a few months until coming to Hamihero. It's the first I have laid eyes on these rangers."

"You said it. Like you're not a robot." Jack remarked, getting a raised brow from William. 

"(Yes), I am an AMU. Assistant Medical Unit, but even I have feelings and thoughts." Jack kept quiet. "You're done. (Mr.Walker). (Mr.Muller.) May you take a seat?" 

William does so, replacing Jack. 

"You sure?" William cocked his head. "You think the others are inferior?"

"No. Of course not. We are all unique, even you, Mr.Muller." Amy pokes William's nose, causing him to blush. 

"T-the hell you mean?!" 

"Ah." 

"A-ah." 

"For starters. Germany made the Rangers built for agility and tank some primary rounds." Jack voiced, staring at the rangers who only gazed back or remained watching Amy. "They have the capacity, but yet held back meaning. They know when to retreat and help their fellow soldiers without destroying themselves. Said from Donald Friedrich." 

"So those rangers from yesterday were only doing what they were programmed to do?" 

"Exactly." 

"What happened to you?" Amy places a hand on William's bruises, causing him to sigh and smirk. "You looked to have got hit by a truck." 

"Came. Across a lousy crowd." Jack answered for his trainee. "We were lucky we got out alive." 

"Well," Amy pressed his chest, causing him to wince. "You're tough, and you'll live." She handed Jack a zip bag filled with ice. 

"Thanks, doc." William embraces the cold sensation on his bruises. 

"Tell me. What will happen to us?" The boss questioned, stopping Amy from packing her belongings. 

"Our chopper picked up our last group of five just two days ago." Amy's green eyes lock on Jack's, who grew less tense. "It will be a week or so for another." 

Jack walks away, his fingers combing the white patch of hair on his chin. 

"If we'll wait this long to cope in this smelly locker room. I would like a bed or something comfortable." William remarked.

"I will see what I can do." Amy grabs her medical bag and paces past the rangers who followed her. 

She listened to the heavy door close, followed by steady yet heavy stomps. 

The white AMU paces down the corridor with sand-tan bricks; posters of basketball players and events line the hall and blue doors. 

The quiet trip led to the narrow hall, releasing a bright light and a sound of chatter. Amy released a sigh before smirking. 

The AMU embraced the light before facing the basketball court. Amy's white foot, shaped like a shoe, pressed against a wooden polished floor covered with smears of dirt and specks of debris. 

A sea of military beds, people, and luggage lay within the court, leaving the sides with room for watch towers and a makeshift medical bay consisting of metal containers and steel walls with windows. 

Amy walks through a sea of people with the rangers in tow. 

"Hey, doc!" A man waved from his bed. 

"Hi." Amy smiled and waved. 

"Amy." A woman with a bandage around her head approaches the amu, who stops. "Tell me. How long are we going to wait for the carrier?" 

"My commander is working vigorously, and we're genuinely grateful for your patience." Amy rubs the bandaged woman's shoulder before giving a firm squeeze. "Believe that we will get you out of this nightmare." Her green eyes, filled with fire, caused the woman to shake her head. 

"Right. Of course." She smirked while Amy took her leave. 

"Amy! Amy!" The voice of a little girl filled her audio receptor. A small hand grasped her free hand. A little girl looking to be ten has a bandage on her left eye. "Come play with us." 

Two girls and three boys followed, standing before the bots. 

"Yara. I can't. I'm busy." Amy took a knee, staring at her one good eye containing an orange pupil. 

"Aw." The kids said collectively. 

"When you get back?" Yara bounced on her shoes.

"Of course." Amy smiled, rubbing her earth-tone head scarf. 

"Yay!" The kids cheered. 

They escaped the amu sight. 

"See you later, Amy!" 

"You too, Yara." She grins, shaking her head. 

The amu left the court, pushing through the double doors. She exited through the glass door, returning to the front, where they encountered Jack and William. She embraced the cloudy grey skies. 

Amy snapped her head around before locking eyes on the commander. He stood within a tent as tall as a Tobor(Eight feet tall). She makes haste. 

The amu entered the tent, hearing hissing and seeing a spark fly. 

"How long does it get?" the commander asked, watching a man in green overalls weld the leg of the scarred ranger. 

"Well." He gazed at the cracked face visor and its body covered with scratch and scorch marks. "I'll give it a month or two." The mechanic eyed the yellow frames, keeping them standing.

"What happened?" Amy's voice cuts in. 

"Oh, uh...Rex was with the Diver squad headed for Eden Park to check on the status of one of our outposts. A cerberus attacked them, and Rex managed to save one of your kind." His country accent slipped. "At a cost, of course." 

"That's horrible." Amy pressed her hand along the powered-down scarred ranger's chest. 

"Is there something you need?" The commander frowned his brows. 

"Oh. Of course." She breaks from Rex. "When will the carriers arrive?" 

The commander drags her to the other side of the large tent, away from the engineer. 

"I don't know. Communications tell me they might send one more."

"One more?" Amy squinted her eyes. "Why are the infected the only ones hauled off from Hamihero?" 

"You are here to do your job, not question me." 

"Of course, commander." Amy avoided his tense eyes. "Those people. They are counting on us." She said softly. 

"Is there anything else you like to ask?" 

"Mr.Walker and Muller requested better sleeping arrangements." 

"We're stretched thin. Have you seen the fifty civilians, and not alone, my men? If they want somewhere nice to sleep. They're going to work like everyone else. What is the infected status?" The commander's tense stare breaks, waiting for Amy's eyes to return to his. 

"Mr.Walker established an athletic build with no injuries whatsoever. There's a tattoo on his back with a white fur wolf. Mr.Muller established a slight average build with injuries like bruises and minor swelling, yet his toughness is remarkable." 

"Have you got any info?" The commander looks to the Rangers that Amy forgot they followed her. 

"Walker civilian and Muller con." The first ranger voiced. 

"Yeah, right. Take yourself to Airi. See what dirt you can find on him," the commander said while the ranger stomped before taking its leave. 

"And you." The commander looks to Amy. "Find something to do." 

"Of course, commander." Amy nods while the commander leaves the tent. 

"So, aim." The engineer starts, getting the amu's attention. "How do you like it in Hamihero?" 

"Oh. Well." Amy approaches the engineer, focusing on repairing the damaged ranger. "It's eventful, but I wish to see this place before Starfall." 

"Right. I've only been stationed for a month before all this started." The engineer inspects a fangy tooth before tossing it to his desk. "I've been here trying to see the game against fades and Spartans, but now it's a distant memory." 

"I'm sorry." 

"No, it's not needed, but I like to cut to the chase." The engineer spins on his rolling chair. "Do you feel fear? Or maybe love outside your programming?" 

"I unfortunately don't know. What gave you a keen eye?" 

"I've been working on you amu's, and you all have a caring side. You're a nanny bot, but with the ounce to defend yourself and your medical skills. I just wanted to know if there is a difference." 

Amy blinks her eyes, her gaze never leaving the engineer. She shakes her head. 

"I'm sorry. I'm currently in thought." 

"Hmm! Mmm!" A voice clears his throat within the microphone. "Hello! Jump Stadium!" 

Amy and the engineer raced out of the tent, joining the many eyes of their fellow soldiers and bots. 

A man carrying a microphone and a waist-carry speaker stood a street from the ICC compound. 

Behind him is a dark blue pickup truck with two men carrying weapons dressed in tattered biker gear. 

"I would like to speak to your leader or commander about whether he has a mic if that's okay." The man carrying the microphone wandered around his truck. 

Amy felt a hand grasp her shoulder. The commander revealed himself before moving through the crowd of eyes, getting the attention of the mic man. 

"Ah!" the mic man smiled. "You must be the big man in charge, and judging by that glare, you're giving me, you would like to bash my head in, Tempting, but I had my fill." 

"What do you want?!" The commander shouts, only for the mic man to squint his eyes. 

"Wait, what?" 

"What do you want?!" 

"Ah, What do I want?" He stretches his arms. "To welcome you, of course. We would be bad neighbors if we didn't. You kept your grass cut, pests away, and your house cleaner than a germaphobe garage. And we welcomed those traits around these parks." He cocked his head at the commander. "'We'? You may be wondering who we are and what is our history. I'll give you a hint. The big man in the sky considered two types of people, no matter how vastly different we may all seem. There are followers, and there are..." the mic man trailed, eyeing the crowd of military personnel. "Sinner's! God, are any of you listening?! You think I like to hear my voice?" 

The mic man cleared his throat. 

"Anyway! You have something of ours, and we would like it back; thank you." 

"My god." Amy held her breath, eyeing the three severed heads on the grill of the pickup truck. 

The mic man followed Amy's reaction. 

"Oh." He crouches beside the grill of the pickup truck. "What do you think? They were thieves, Backstappers, and liars. Is that right, Trevor?" 

"Yeah. Can I get a cookie now?" The mic man moves Trevor's mouth. 

"You have about a minute before we open fire!" the commander shouted, and rangers and soldiers took aim. 

The two sinners who are bodyguarding the mic men aim their guns. 

"You got about seconds." He smirked, hooking his fingers on his belt. 

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Shaun stares at himself through the men's bathroom. 

He is wearing a white dress shirt with the collar down, sharp black dress pants, and shoes. 

He licked his thumb, brushing his brows before smirking. 

Shaun leans back, revealing his left arm in a makeshift red and black tablecloth sling. 

He exited the bathroom to see Alice and Gabriel looking out the window. The worker squinted his eyes before approaching the blinds. 

Groans and moans filled the husk streets, Wandering the afternoon soft breeze. 

"What the hell?" Shaun said under his breath. 

"What's happening?" Alice questioned. "They appeared just moments ago." 

"The hell I know. Now, this place is not safe." Shaun eyed the pot plant on the counter. 

Now, two abnormal fruits hang on the stems, revealing the fruits Jean and Nami found. 

Shuan grabs the plant pot before shoving it into his backpack, letting it breathe. 

Shaun huffed, throwing it on his back with Alice's help. "We're taking the back." He took his baton, and Alice followed without a word. 

He pushed the metal door, giving a click; the cold breeze and three husks welcomed them. 

The worker quickly adapted to the environment. They stood within the squared alley, with their only entrance and exit straight ahead past the obstacles. 

The blue-eyed corpses approached the three at a walking pace. 

"Come on." Shaun voiced, jogging around them with Alice and Gabriel behind. 

They made it out of the alley, eyeing the meteor in the center of the road. The husks nearly covered the streets, and they approached the three, craving blood and fresh meat. 

Shaun takes the reigns of the situation, dodging and running past any who wasn't in his way. 

"Where are we going?" Alice questioned with her ears on full alert. 

"Star Gazing. Ah!" Shaun clubs a Husk who stumbled and crashed onto the car door. 

The three jogged a few blocks, approaching a roadblock of cermet blocks and abandoning vehicles. 

"There!" Shaun pants, pointing to a gas station near the roadblock. "We can cut through there!" 

Shaun was the first to the door; a chime filled the environment, and soon footsteps. 

"Oh. Hey! Hey!" Two men and a woman trained their Kimbo sticks and vendettas. 

Shaun raised his baton in a non-threatening way, hearing the door closed. 

"Hey. We're passing through." Shuan voiced. 

"The hell you think we're doing?" The man with a vendetta spits. 

"You don't wanna go that way." 

"Of course." The man with vendetta rolled his eyes. 

"Hey, he has a cat and a kid," the woman said, gripping her Kimbo stick. "They would fetch for a good price." 

"The hell do you mean by that?!" Shaun raised his voice only to stumble, hearing and seeing the husks piling against the door and glass windows flashing their bloody teeth. 

"On your knees and drop your weapon!" The second survivor voiced his command, cocking his vendetta. 

"Lady. Gentleman." Gabriel stood before Shuan and Alice with a fangy smirk. 

"Did that cat just talk?!" The second gunman shouts. 

"Indeed, my good man." The second gunman's eyes widen. "We apologize for running into each other this way, but as we can see, the longer we sit here, the more dangerous this outcome will be." 

Shaun jolts only to see Alice clung to his arm. 

"We can handle them." The gunman squinted his eyes. "Can you?" 

"You're walking with a cripple." The Kimbo girl spat. "The sinners will find something better for you to do." 

"You miss heard me." Gabriel shakes his head before his blue eyes and slit black pupils lock to there's. "I'm directing to myself." 

"Wow!" The Kimbo girl bends to a knee before pecking out her lips. "Will cute little fur ball scratch us to death?" 

Gabriel smirked. 

"Drop your guns." The two-train gunman dropped them. 

"The hell are you idiots doing?!" 

"I don't know." The gunman grunts before reaching for his gun. 

"Ah! Ah." Gabriel spoke up, pausing the gunman's attempt. "Just. Don't. Kick it to my good man over here." 

The vendetta slid across the floor and into Shuan's waiting shoe. He exchanges his baton with his unusable hand. 

"You dumb fuck!" The Kimbo girl roared. 

"Shut the fuck up!" The unarmed gunman roared back. 

"Hey! Hey. We have a kid here." Gabriel's eyes wandered to the perplexed survivors. "Now you, little lady." His eyes wandered to the Kimbo girl. "Take off your shirt. Make it bounce." 

The Kimbo girl clicked her tongue, taking off her grey shirt, revealing her B-cups hidden behind her red bra. The gunmen and Shaun can only stare in shock. 

"What the fuck?" Shaun said under his breath, watching the Kimbo girl bounce on her heels, making her breasts bounce. 

"That's good. That's good." Gabriel purred. "Alright. That's enough. You guys will help us get out of here. Since you can handle it." 

The black and white cat paced past the survivors that followed him. 

"Oh ah, leave your shirt. Shaun, my boy, come along." Gabriel raised his voice. "Don't worry about them." 

"What the hell is happening?" The second unarmed gunman questioned another. 

"Just do what he says." The gunman growled while following the cat to the back. 

Shaun felt Alice tug his white sleeve. 

"I'm scared." Alice voiced her feelings. 

"Just, uh, grabbed that gun." Shaun points to another vendetta on the floor. 

They slowly paced to the back of the gas station to the four waiting by the back exit. 

"Well, you two finally showed up." Gabriel raised a brow with a smile while the Kimbo girl patted him with a disgusted stare. 

"What is this?" Shaun points his gun at the four. 

"Drop your gun, alright? Someone as cute as myself won't hurt you." Shaun followed his command with a growl. "I have my way with words. Now, let's go, team!" 

The Kimbo girl kissed Gabriel on the cheek before spitting to the side. 

The door was kicked open by the gunmen before he released his voice. 

"HAA!" A sonic scream rolled from his lips into the small horde of husks who took off flying. He took his knife and charged, followed by his people.

"Now, this is getting exciting." Gabriel chipped, following out the metal door, inviting the cold light in. 

"Stay. Close." Shaun states, getting a nod from Alice. 

They make it outside to a brawl. 

"Hah!" The second unarmed gunman swung his pipe wrench, cracking a Husk skull. "This is a bad idea!" 

"Just! Shut it!" The Kimbo girl spins on her heels, performing a backslash, taking a chunk of a Husk's face. "And fight!" She curb-stomped a crawler. 

"Come on, guys. Show some of your abilities." Gabriel voiced while Shaun and Alice only watched the massacre. 

The second unarmed gunman opened his mouth, hurling projectile vomit at five husks, which slowly melted into a puddle of flesh and acid.

Shaun winced while he eyed the Kimbo girl, who leaped as high as a pickup truck before driving her Kimbo stick into the skull of the husk. They stopped eyeing the lot littered with bodies and blood. 

Reinforcement came while the survivors only panted. 

"Look. I don't think I can fight anymore." The second gunman struggled to catch his breath. 

"That's. Fine." Gabriel smirked. " Come on, boy. Here is our chance." 

"Fine. Keep up." Shaun voiced, jogging through a slim alley followed by the rest. 

Trash littered along cement and walls while corpses followed their wake. 

They climbed the stairs with a pant while multiple shoes and weights followed. 

"Where are we going?!" The first gunman questioned. 

"Don't worry. About it." Shaun answered, climbing to the top. "Aw, hell!" 

Ten husks litter the overpass walkway. 

A husk dressed as a doctor moved his gaze to the group. Blood bathed on his white and blue attire, his lower jaw non-existent. 

"One moment. I'll be with you." The mimic tried to say only for a blood-gurgle exchange. 

Shaun raised his vendetta. 

"Stop! Dumbass." The Kimbo girl lowered his gun with a hiss. "We made enough noise." 

Shaun glanced between the hills of the rising sun before snapping at the horde approaching. The worker heard a growl in his ear. 

"You guys can handle it." Gabriel's voice with complete fledge confidence. "You guys, the A-Team, remember?" 

"Of course." The Kimbo girl growls while twirling her Kimbo stick. 

She performs an overhead strike, bashing the first corpse head in. The girl spun on her feet, delivering a backhanded strike into another. 

The first unarmed gunman stabs the head of the husk before going for another, only for the husk to lunge, taking a chunk off his arm. 

"HAA!" He gave a quick sonic scream, blowing the corpse back onto another. "Fuck!" 

"Rick!" The second unarmed gunman exclaimed. 

"You guys are the most useless people I ever seen!" The Kimbo girl roared at Shaun and the others. 

"Come on, kids!" Gabriel raced towards the three sinners while Shaun and Alice followed. 

"Finally! Oh, hey!!" The Kimbo girl shouts again at Gabriel and the others running through the clear path ahead. "You little shits! Ah!" A husk took a chunk off her shoulder. 

"NO! Gabe! I'm coming!" The second unarmed gunman pushed back two husks. 

The small horde slowly dispersed, only for more to come from where they came, and others joined the fray, blocking their exits. 

"I'LL SLIT YOUR THROATS!!!" Gabe states calmly. "AND I'LL LET SOME OF THOSE GUYS HAVE FUN WITH YOUR GIRL! You hear me!!" Gabe's raging voice escapes the overpass, filling the ears of Shaun and the others separating themselves. 

...

Shaun and the others jog past a few husks, coming to a stop at the destination. 

"Damn!" Shaun cursed, slamming his forearm against the shutters. 

"Hey!" Alice shouts, causing Shaun to wince at the little fox girl looking up at the Apartments. 

"Shut it!" 

"I see people!" Alice points with a smile. "Help us! Please!" 

Shaun looked to the third floor to see a woman and a man who had taken off. 

The worker places his vendetta on top of his head, breaking into a smile. 

"We all die. God won't help us." A mimic voiced, and many of his undead followers were with him. 

Shaun begins firing off. A cry of his modern gun, taking two headshots and missing them all at the approaching horde. 

"Mister!" Alice stepped back towards the shutters, and so did the three. 

 "I'm crippled and fucking left-handed, for Christ's sake!" Shaun flashes his teeth firing off. 

Alice raised her vendetta within her shaky hands before closing her eyes. She fired, missing the approaching husk. 

Her bloodshot blue eyes looked down at Alice. The husk's left face chewed off, and the groan slowly turned into a growl. She flashed her bloody teeth. 

The fox girl fired, getting a shoulder hit; she did it again, getting the chest shot. The husk lunges only to get a handgun thrown into her face. 

"Give me that!" Shuan snatches the pistol from the fox girl's hands. He killed the husk only to feel two strong hands grasp his forearm. 

"AH!" The husk chows into the worker's white sleeve while the shutters fly open. 

Dallas pulls the husk's hair, throwing it to the side. 

Jean grasped the dazed Alice. 

"Come on!" The young adult ordered. 

Shaun and the others rushed into star gazing while Dallas slammed the shutter in growling husks and mimic faces.