Only a few zombies disturbed our sleep, but they didn’t get through our defenses, which is a good sign. The kid looks tired, but he still looks better than Jess and I. But when you live outside the walls, it's hard to ever get a good night’s rest. Jess prepares us a small breakfast; we undo our camps and keep our journey going. We’ve decided to split the trajectory every few hours, to refuel and to get our stories straight. During our first out the kid stays quiet, so I tell him to ride with Jess for a bit, as she’s better company than me. They talked apparently, because the kid looked way more comfortable with Jess, than he has ever with me. He still comes back to my car and starts to tell me about his family. He tells me that his parents, luckily weren’t affected by the virus, but since they we both doctors, they were often sent out on rescue missions at the beginning of the epidemic. Then one day they didn’t come back and one of their colleagues came to tell his sister and him, that they sadly got caught and eaten by zombies.

“That mustn’t have been easy for you and your sister. I bet she relied a lot on you after that. Do you mind telling me why you were separated from your sister, kid?”

“Another thing, about living in the walls, is that the kids go through some tests and then they decided which sector you should go to. My little sister is a smart kid, but her health wasn’t too great, so that’s why they sent her to 4, because, they had better medical programs for her there and she could cultivate her mind, or something like that. It’s one of the things I don’t like about living inside the walls, everyone has to contribute something or they treat you like you're nothing, so then you lose your work and then rely on government funds. A lot of the lowest, of the lower class, are thrown out of the Walls because, either they hadn’t had orange jus in a few days, and they could risk contamination or they just die on the streets, their bodies don’t stay there long because they want to keep the city clean. Sorry, I’m talking too much.” Tom answers twisting his hands.

“Look kid, Tom, from what I can tell from your stories, it ain’t all butterflies and rainbows in these Walled cities, but it’s also, probably, safer there. But, damn those in the upper ranks, like why the hell are they favouring a small group of people, aren’t they supposed to take care of everyone? That’s why we, as outsiders, work with other towns, some need more help than others. Of course, we can’t help all the time but we try our best, which is why we need to talk to you wallers soon.” I answer, then we continue our ride in silence.

We are on our last leg of the journey, luckily, we didn’t run into any Zombs so far, just a few zombies every now and then but we just end up killing them, because they kept slowing us down. As I said before, we tend to leave the zombies, for the less experienced hunters, but there aren’t many towns on the way to Sector 4, so we guess that killing some zombies would be a great help for them.

The kid is buzzing with emotions, as we get closer to Sector 4. I had only seen, the walled cities, that Tom had told us were normal. But this one was crazy massive, the walls went up for miles, and there are guards everywhere, I’m surprised we haven’t been shot at yet. But seeing these walls, makes me think, how I would hate living there, as well as the fact that the government inside the walls are bullshitters. We stop our cars at least 50 feet away, and we radio in. We tell them what happened and they ask us to come toward the wall so they can clearly see the kid. After confirming we had the kid, they tell us to go back to our cars and bring them up to the gates, they don’t want to chance Zombs taking our things, because we aren’t allowed to bring weapons inside the walls. The assigned guards to watch our cars and weapons and some other guards accompany us. This is a first because we weren’t allowed into the cities beforehand, either the kid is really important and he didn’t tell us or they’ve finally noticed the Zombs attacks and want to talk.