The ten people, crouching, made their way to the parking lot where their cars are. They decided to only take two cars, Lewis' and Duncan's. Five in each.

In Lewis' car, besides himself, was Hannah, Simon, Paul, and Anya. In Duncan's car, was Tom, Martyn, Alex, and Sam.

It's a good thing there were only about eight or nine zombies out in the streets. If there were fifteen or twenty, then they'd be in trouble.

To keep in communication with eachother, they used their cell phones as walkie-talkies.

"Do you think we can find Liam and the others? What do you think happened to Sips? Do you think it's good there?" Paul asked to everybody, and through the cell phone.

"Well, we don't really know what's going on in the world. It seems that all the websites are down, and probably the TV doesn't help either." Said Sam through the cell.

"But there are surely other people somewhere. We just have to find them. And we'll find everyone else, too." Lewis said. 

"Where is the plane station, anyway? I think I have a map in here somewhere......" Duncan voice said through the phone, then the rustling of papers could be heard. This didn't alarm anyone, until they heard a yell.

"DUNCAN WATCH THE ROAD!" Followed by screams of terror.  

There was a screeching of tires. Lewis looked in his rearview mirror, about to jam on the breaks, and saw a corpse just falling off of the windshield of Duncan's car. The silver car swerved a bit, but got back on track. They could just make out the look of shock and terror of the two people in the front seat.

"Are you guys okay?!" Hannah said in the phone. Sam, who was in the passenger seat of Duncan's car, bent down and picked something up.

"Yeah, we're fine." Came his voice. It shook slightly, and no one said anything for awhile.

***

About a half hour later, the two cars parked in front of the airport. It was a large building, with many windows. The only thing about these windows, is that most of them were dirtied with smudges, and hard to see through. The parking lot had many cars, most with broken windows. But no zombies in sight. The group held their weapons, and walked slowly toward the doors.

They tried to see through the doors, but it was, like the windows, near impossible to see through.

"What should we do?" Martyn asked.

"Should we open it?" Anya added.

"I don't think that's such a good idea." Simon said, trying to wipe off the smudges. It was no use though; they were on the inside.

"Maybe someone's in there. We should atleast check." Tom said.

In silent agreement, Alex walked up to the door, and began to open it. It was stuck at first, and grinded against the hinges, but it opened loudly. Immediately, they all regretted it.

Inside the airport, were hundreds of zombies. They all looked like the one before, some with more or less body parts missing. They looked the group's way, and Alex immediately shut the glass door. The zombies pushed themselves against the door, and the Yogscast members did the same. 

But do you think ten video gamers are a good match against hundreds of zombies?

The door started to crack with the weight of the zombies and the group.

"Okay, everyone." Lewis said, his voice shaking, but holding authority. "We will let go and run as fast as we can to the cars. Doesn't matter which car, just one of ours. On the count of three. One."

Everyone said silent prayers.

"Two."

They got prepared to run.

"Three!"

The group launched off the door, and ran as fast as they could to the cars. Lewis and Duncan got in the drivers, and the others followed. They went so fast, they barely stopped when they heard someone scream. They looked up, hands pausing in the ignition.

Alex was on the ground, probably tripped over something, with his leg being eaten by a zombie. He screamed as another one pulled his hair, and bit into his neck. Blood leaked onto the concrete, and more zombies started to feast on the band member.

"NO!" Tom shouted as he looked back. A few more people stopped to look, and at that rate they were all going to be eaten.

"Come on!" Duncan shouted from his car. They all snapped out of it, Tom hesitating, then ran into Lewis' car.

Once everyone was in a car, and was far enough away, they called eachother and did a head count.

"Okay, I've got Martyn, Paul, and Anya. Who do you have?" Duncan said to Lewis through the cell phone.

"I've got Hannah, Simon, Tom and Sam." He said.

Tom sat in the back seat, looking out the window with a pale face. Well, paler then before. The ginger-haired man was always so happy before all this crap started, it was hard to imagine the depressing look of unhappiness on his face now.

"Could we....... have saved him?" Tom spoke, his throat saying that he was battling tears.

Everyone was silent for a moment. Even everyone on the other line of the cell phone.

"I don't think we........ could, save him...." Anya said through the phone.

"And what about Liam? He obviously wasn't there." Martyn said through the phone.

"Then that trip was worthless. What should we do now?" Sam asked.

"What should we do? The world is ending!" Simon exclaimed.

"I have an idea." Hannah spoke up. "We could find someplace to stay. Surely there is someone out there besides us."

"That sounds like a suitable plan. Duncan, let's just keep driving until we stumble upon someone. How about that?" Lewis said.

"Ok, that sounds good." The blonde responded.

It was hours later that the group decided to take a break. They were starving after that exciting, horrible day.

The two cars parked next to each other, the side doors opened as Anya took the food out of her bag. There were Jaffa cakes(of course), bags of chips, bottled water, and other boxed foods.

Their 'dinner' was quiet. It was hard to consider that just a few hours ago, they were laughing their heads off at some game.

They slept in the cars that night, locking the doors. They weren't taking any chances.

In the morning, they drove more. Some people slept through the day; others awake either zoned out or mourned the loss of their friends.

"Hey Lewis? Maybe we should stop at the next gas station. My car's getting low on gas." Duncan's voice came through the phone.

"Sure. Mine's getting low as well." Lewis replied, looking at the gas gauge.

They stopped at the next gas station. Martyn, Hannah, and Tom fell asleep, Lewis and Duncan filled up their cars, and Sam, Anya, Simon, and Paul went to check out the store. The only good thing that comes out of this is that you don't have to pay for gas.

Sam opened the door, slowly. After yesterday's scare, the Yogscast members were very cautious.

The store appeared to be empty. The racks were untouched, and even the refrigerators with the soft drinks was still on.

The four walked in, weapons raised. Paul and Anya checked between the shelves, Sam went to inspect the supply closets, and Simon walked around the counter.

The ginger immediately knew something was wrong at the sight of the blood. His face went pale went he saw the zombie, trapped between a door and the wall. Luckily, the door was jammed, and the grey-skinned menace couldn't move.

"Guys?"  Simon said.

The others jogged over to him and asked what was wrong. He pointed to the zombie. They just paused. Even though they survived zombies, they hadn't killed one before.

"We have to...... kill..... it." Sam said quietly. "I was thinking we could stay here. To camp, you know? First we have to get rid of this."

The four looked at the zombie, no one really wanting to do the job. Then Simon had an idea.

"How about we drop something on it's head. It would be easier, right?"

The other three looked at eachother, then nodded in agreement. They started searching around for something heavy. They figured the zombie wouldn't move, it's been jammed in the door for who knows how long. 

Paul looked in a supply closet near the zombie for something heavy. He sees a box and bends down the reach for it, putting his back on the zombie. He doesn't notice when the thing breaks free and starts for him. He only notices when something grabs his shirt.

Paul swings around, and the zombie's yellow eye focuses on his own. Paul screams, and tries to push the thing away. He hears a rip! as the zombie bites through his shirt. Paul screams louder, and manages to fall on the market's floor, the thing on top of him.

"Paul! Look out!" Paul hears Sam's voice, and pushed the zombie's head to the side. The next second, the zombie's skull is smashed to bits and blood splatters against Paul's face and clothes. A cinderblock sits in the place where the zombie's head used to be.

Paul stands up abruptly, immediately checking his arm. There was a tear just above the elbow in his shirt. But that was it. Just a tear. No skin broke. Paul sighed in relief.

"Are you okay, Paul? It didn't get you?" Anya asked in a concerned tone.

Paul smiled at her. "Yeah, I'm fine. He just ripped my shirt, that's all. He didn't bite me." Anya smiled back and hugged him.

Meanwhile, all the others who were outside, even who was sleeping, woke up, and ran into the store.

"What happened? Are you guys okay?" Lewis asked.

"Just a zombie. It attacked Paul, but he's alright. And the thing is taken care of." Sam said, gesturing to the corpse on the floor.

"Okay. Well, our cars' are all filled. We could start moving again." Duncan said.

"Sam had an idea." Simon said. Sam nodded.

"We could use this as a 'check point'. We could stay here for a while and recover. Maybe some people will come our way." Sam said.

Everyone who wasn't in the store before, looked at eachother, and nodded.

"Sure, that sounds like a good idea." Hannah said, then yawned.

"Okay then, we'll stay here." Lewis said.