The zombie came slowly out of the dark forest.

"Here it comes!" yelled a farmer, "Attack it from all sides."

Villagers swarmed toward the lone zombie. The undead monster started to moan. It started out soft, but quickly grew louder.

The villagers paused in their attack. One man ran up to the zombie yelling, "Die!" He stabbed it in the chest. The creature grabbed the man's arm and bit into it's flesh. The man cried out in agony.

He fell to the ground, shocked. The zombie bent down and bit into his neck. Another man walked forward. The zombie looked up and stalked towards the other man. The man thrust his axe into the zombie's head. The villagers cheered and went back to the village.

The next day, the people came out to dispose of the bodies. What they found instead was unbelievable. Ten zombies were limping towards them. The alarm went up around the village. Villagers grabbed their weapons and made defensive positions. Three people were killed before they got to their weapons.

The humans, fearing they would be overwhelmed, charged at the undead horde. Five villagers were bitten, two eaten alive. Some villagers remembered that headshots kill the zombies. Unfortunately, others did not remember that vital information.

When the battle was coming to the close, the villagers were indeed overwhelmed. All of the undead still walked, while only three humans stood. They remembered the zombies only weakness. They were the lucky ones.

When the zombies came closer, the three heard a snap behind them. They turned to see a woman in blue jeans, and a red sweatshirt. She had close-cut hair and black boots. She pulled out a semi-automatic rifle and shot the nearest zombie in the head. As if the shot was a signal, (which it was) six more shots were shot from around the village. Now three zombies stood.

Six people stepped out of their hiding places. They were dressed the same as the girl. Two of them pulled out machetes. They ran at two zombies and cut off their heads. Then they all stood at attention.

A man jumped out of a tree, barking orders. As he did this, he shot the last zombie in the head.

"Burn the bodies," he ordered, "and loot the village." He looks down at a disembodied head. "Watch out for the heads, they still bite." He said this as he kicked one of the heads. The man was wearing all black except for a red bandana.

While the group burned and looted the village, the girl told the villagers her name.

"My name is Veronica. You were almost goners."

The shorter villager spoke with an Irish accent."Me name is Nathan, and this is Jordan and Crystal. We thank ye for savin' us. I don't know how we can repay ye."

The leader of the rescuers spoke up. "Well," he started, "My name is Zal. We are looting the village for food,water,and ammunition. If you want to survive and repay us, come with us."

"What do we need?" wondered Crystal. "We need to get out of hear as fast as we can," said Veronica. "That moaning and the gunshots will attract the Z's from miles around. If we don't move now, we will be dead."

Zal looked up. "That's right," he said. "All of those bitten people will be a zombie in 24 hours. If we didn't burn them, we would have been followed."

The three villagers looked at each other. "I guess we will go get ready." Jordan said.

"We need to cut your hair and get you tighter clothing," said Zal. When the three came back, they were ready to go. They wore the same clothing as the rest of the group. "Great," said Veronica, "You look like you have been with us forever!"

When they got outside the village, Zal asked Nathan a question. "Did you happen to have any bikes? They would make our travel much faster." Nathan turned and laughed. "We have plenty of bikes. Follow me." They walked back to the village.

"Where did you say they were at?" asked Veronica. "I didn't," answered Nathan. He opened up a garage door."Choose the one you want and we can get going." said Zal.

The group picked their bikes and mounted them. They headed out of the villlage. They drove down the road for 10 miles. They came to a big city. "Oh no," said Zal. The city was huge. It had to be full of zombies. A young man came up to Zal. "Sir," he said, "Terrain report." Zal looked at the man and said, "Go ahead Joel." Joel started the report.

"There are steep mountains on each side of the city. If we try to climb them, we might lose group members." Joel looked up at Zal, waiting for an answer. "Thank you Joel. We must rest now." Zal said. He turned to his group. "Set up perimeter! Normal Patrol Routine!" The people immediatlely set to work. It was going to be a long night.