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I had my hunting knife out as I stepped outside into the thicket of trees. Instantly I could see a crowd of a zoms staggering towards the men's and towards three beautiful horses. I sprang forward swinging my knife.

The blade cut into the soft distorted skull of a female zom dropping it instantly. An older looking zom missing an arm and half its face lunged towards me letting out a mangled moan with four fingers crawling to grab my bare skin.

I spun on my heels, dropping low to avoid his fingers and swung my blade catching his knees. As he fell, I stood up with my blade driving my blade through his chin and out the back of his head.

My eyes looked around spotting a few left. Flynn struggled against one as I watched with concern as the body of a little boy moved with more speed than the other ones. I cried out to him knowing it'd be too late, and without thinking I pitched my body forward.

Flynn finished the big one and spun at the sound of my voice towards the little one but he hesitated. That would be a mistake; luckily for him my body hit the side of the boy just in time and we hit the ground. My head slammed against a tree with a painful thud, and the little zom reached for me.

I looked at the little zom spotting pushing back any thoughts as I drove my knife into his head. He fell with my knife and I stared at him breathing heavily with a headache but otherwise alright. The boys eyes stared up blankly and I reached down to pull my knife free. He had no gory wounds like the others except for a clear bite on his ankle. It was bone deep, and seemed to be the only red colour against the boy's pigment-free skin. The virus ate at the pigment in the skin, leaving only translucent white sheets of skin, to cover black veins.

Once my knife was free I didn't spare the body any second look. It was important to remember they were dead. Flynn hesitated because he saw a little boy, which was a mistake. He wasn't a little boy and he hasn't been since that bite on his ankle.

"This wasn't your problem," Jax snapped at me storming over to stare down at me.

I looked up at him and snorted.

"Both blondie and Flynn invited me so you, are out voted. So take a chill pill and take a step back," I replied waving him off.

His jaw seemed to clench but he didn't respond as Blondie and Flynn walked over.

"Thanks for that," Flynn said softly locking eyes with me.

His brown eyes held sadness and instead of snapping at him about hesitating I offered him a nod. He had a good heart, I could understand that and even though it would probably kill him one day I didn't want to say anything to change that way.

"We need to go, Cameron, she's with you," Jax sighed annoyed and walked towards the horses.

I nodded finally figuring out blondies name. Jax took off on a black horse slightly larger than the other two and I looked towards the spotted horse and the brown one. Flynn hoisted himself onto the brown one and followed after Jax leaving me alone with Cameron.

"Hey, I didn't catch your name before," Cameron said with a bright smile.

I couldn't help but smile back; he was like the human embodiment of a puppy. He acted like Freud used to when we walked him and he met a new dog. My heart stung for a second, before I started walking towards the horse.

"Mira, nice to meet you Cameron," I replied looking at the horse.

I had no idea how to get on the thing. Cameron laughed at my expression then proceeded to mount the beautiful beast. My jaw dropped with jealousy until he offered me his own hand. My body didn't dare move and the horse dug at the dirt with its front hoof.

"Come on Mira, she won't hurt you," he chuckled.

I wrapped my fingers around his own and he pulled me up as I yelp quietly. He grunted as he sat me behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. It shocked me how he acted as if I weighed nothing at all but then again, with my diet the shock went away quickly. Instead, once my arms were around him I pulled back in protest.

"If you don't hold on you'll fall off."

That was all he said before he let my arms go and picked up the reins before the horse took off through the forest. Instinctively, my arms tightened around his torso and my eyes shut. I faintly remember riding a horse when I was seven or so; but never again. Mom never liked them and Dad was too busy for lessons or anything like that.

I could feel wind pushing past us as we picked up speed. Slowly, I peeled my eyes open and looked around with a low gasp. We were traveling about the same speed as an old tow truck, down the same dirt road I once used to find the cottage.

Slowly, I let my grip loosen and I noticed few zoms we passed notice us and turned to reach out but the horses were clearly out ranking them in speed and muscle as we stormed on passed. Up ahead I noticed Flynn kept a good distance in between Jax and Cameron and I wondered if it was due to what he had told me before.

If he was doctor in training why even risk leaving their town that is supposed to be so protected? Something didn't fit right about their whole journey and I realized with stupidity that I never questioned them on their journey. I didn't even know whom they were in their town. I could very well be sitting with crooks and criminals.

My stomach clenched at that and I slipped one hand slowly into my pocket to grip my knife while keeping a strong hold on Cameron. Then, I began to try and memorize as much as I could of my surroundings.

An hour into the ride, the land cleared from forest to dirt, grass and a few gas stations we passed along the way. Up ahead I could see a small stream that the horses steered towards before I noticed Jax and Flynn dismount.

Flynn walked over to us and held out his hand with a smile, I ignored it and pushed off the horse and let out a grunt as my knees buckled and my knife fell from my pocket.

"Are you alright?" Flynn asked.

"Really? You're not going to question why she had a knife in her hand." Jax snapped, his arms crossing.

I rolled my eyes and pushed myself up and grabbed my fallen knife before shoving it into the waist band of my pants. The horses trotted peacefully over to the water before seeming taking a break and I looked around.

Cameron sighed, "I don't think Mira was going to stab me."

"So you're buddies with her now? You're both stupid," Jax laughed darkly.

I decided to not get involved with his petty argument and instead I walked away and towards the stream. Behind me they continued to argue however, I tuned it out deeming it equal to white noise.

There was a part of me that knew I should be over the moon that I found survivors – good people at that – but something was off. Good things didn't exist anymore, not without fucked up fractures.

I squatted, my hands running through the cool water, to cup my hands and take a long sip. It was refreshing – and no doubt as clean as any stream water would be.

"Aren't you worried about the water?"

I jolted, not even realizing when Flynn crept up behind me. My body turned to stare up at him as he stared down with curiosity. Past him Jax and Cameron continued to bicker. One would think the pair was married or brothers.

"Worried about what? Fish poop?" I replied back with a smirk.

Flynn seemed surprised by my sudden good mood. In reality, I felt safe for the first time in a long time. I knew if they meant harm it would have happened by now, I knew they didn't mean anything vicious.

"By the Ly – the virus," he coughed seeming to catch himself.

Freezing I slowly turned to look back at the water. I needed a good responds without letting on who I was related to. My smile didn't mean I trusted them by any means. Instead I settled for a shrug before opening my mouth,

"I've been on my own for a while now, if the water was infected I'd be long dead."

He now squatted beside me; trusting my answer, "How long have you been on your own?"

I looked at him; noticing the flecks of gold in his eyes.

"Flynn, we're leaving now," Jax called completely ignoring me.

I was fine with that. We stood, and to my surprise we didn't mount the horses again. Instead, the boys settled to take the reins and begin to lead the horses downstream. I noticed again, Flynn taking spot in between Cameron and Jax. I myself settled to walk closer to Cameron.

"Did you want to leave your bag on Baby?" Cameron asked nodding towards the horse as we walked.

I shook my head not wanting it off me. We walked in silence for a few moments making me wonder why we were walking the horses and not riding. I wondered this until a glisten of silver in the distance caught my attention.

It stopped me dead in my tracks.

I gasped, "A fence?"

The fence was thick chain link, about fifty feet high. What was beyond it I couldn't make out yet but I had an idea this was the town they spoke of. Excitement coursed through me and I rocked slightly on my heels before I started walking beside Cameron again – my eyes glued on the fence in the distance.

"Slow down, we'll make it there in no time," Cameron chuckled pleased at my reaction.

"How was it made? When was it made, are there a lot of people living there?" I couldn't shoot the questions out fast enough and soon found myself a stuttering mess.

Cameron smiled patiently, "It's about eight years old now. Made two years after the end of the world; it was started off as an army base near a large pond and extended into a small town after that. Now we have around two hundred people."

Two hundred people? That was so many. I couldn't believe it. I was nervous, and shy and excited all at the same time. Up ahead I spotted two zoms stumbling through the river then spot us. Upon spotting us they turned towards us – I noticed the two seemed to have been together in their past life.

The first male; looking mainly human besides his sickening skin, missing fingers and ruined clothing seemed melted to the other male. The other male was in a far more distorted state – with flesh missing from his face, side and leg as well as the left side of his face was melted and his left arm seemed completely melted to the first males right arm.

As they moved slowly through the water towards us I noticed that particles of clothing on their conjoining arms were also infused into the disturbing sight. In front of me Flynn retched at the sight as Cameron cussed softly.

I could feel bile push up my throat; I swallowed harshly to keep it down. It was a strange sight but not uncommon gore. I don't know how protected to reality these people were however, outside those walls the extending physical description of these walking dead people.

"I'll get it," Jax grunted passing Flynn the reins of his horse and hopping into the river. I admired the way he moved – without reacting much to the state of the zoms. As he reached them, he moved his sword.

He held the blade with two hands and swung it much like a baseball bat with an elegant curve to it. It took him two slow and heavy swings to get the heads to topple off and into the water. My jaw dropped in astonishment.

"He's known for his Claymore," Cameron snickered beside me.

I looked over at him, "How do you know it's a Claymore?"

"It was a gift a few years back from his mentor," he merely replied.

I didn't push the subject. Jax climbed out of the river to slide it back into its sheath. His eyes met mine as Flynn handed the reins back and I looked away finding a blush on my cheeks. I almost tripped over my feet due to the stupid reaction.

"Are you ok?" Cameron asked softly.

I merely nodded in reply – keeping my gaze now on my feet completely embarrassed at my reaction. Cameron somehow found my state funny, and he chuckled softly. I merely scoffed under my breathe.

"Don't look now boys, we're finally home!"

I didn't comment on the fact Jax ignored my existence in his words. Instead I looked up at the large metal gate of the village suddenly feeling full of hope. I could see faces of what looked like guards on the outside and inside of the entrance area and I couldn't help but get excited.

Jax had called it so warmly, I just hoped they had enough room for one more to also call it that.

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