Arc 3

Crawl sat down on the bus, contemplating on what happened. Four people went in the school, one came back. “Aw, jeez….” Dawn had stopped crying, and was just staring at the wall, Jessica laying next to her. Quince had his guns in his hand, ready to fire. “So we just gonna stand here or what?” Quince was itching to get out of there as fast as he could. “Crawl? Can’t we drive now?” Crawl shook his head and stared at the infected, still trying to get into the bus. Quince yelled in frustration,”So I have to just stand here and deal with it?!” Quince went to the driver’s seat. Crawl just looked at the ground. Quince ,suddenly, was startled by the walkie in the bus. “What the…?” The walkie blared again. “This is the Texas-Westbound South Survivor Group! Does anyone copy?”

Texas, Houston

Jordan yelled into his walkie a few more times before giving up. Bill jumped on top of a car, searching for planes. “Well, what the hell are we supposed to do?!” Jordan walked across the broken road, blood and bodies filling the whole sidewalks. Paul ran over to him. “I don’t know… Canada was supposed to be safe. So don’t blame me for their sh@&!” Jordan pushed him aside and saw Priscilla. “Well, about time…” “Oh shut up.” Priscilla and Madison both walked up to them. “Any signs?” “Nah. Canada is as unsafe as a washroom on chili night.” Madison rolled her eyes. Suddenly, their walkie blared. “This is the random California survivor group! Canada is dead. So… we are heading towards, I don’t know. Where are we Crawl? OREGON?!” Jordan was surprised. He spoke into the walkie. “Well we’ll meet you in California.” The Texas Survivor group got into their truck, and rode down Houston.