Three months has passed since patient zero was placed in a quarantined hospital. His race was unknown; they burnt his face off and anybody who went near him got sick, nobody knew that he would lunge at anyone. Or that this virus spreads airborne, bacterial or by parasite. Even through water. People got sick, panicked...they left the hospital. It didn't take long for the disease to spread like wildfire. Buses, trains, planes...everything, everyone, is gone. Everyone you once knew is either infected, one of those angry monsters...or they are gone. Family? No such thing anymore, I've seen a mother turn on her children and a brother turned on their sister. Life isn't like it was..no no no no. It's different, ruthless. Like the before times. The government says it has everything under control...they are slipping. Theo opened his eyes, dawn breaking through the dark of what used to be the night. Their cabin had been over run by desperate people. Some he'd been sure were infected. Louise wanted to stay and fight, even Ashton had wanted to but it was a fight he knew that they couldn't possibly win. So, he tore off in the jeep with all of their gear in tow. Washington...Washington was gone. Hospitals and schools were shut down, Spokane was burned to the ground. Cleveland wasn't even their destination, but they were running low on supplies. Theo was shocked that it was even still up...it should have been one of the first to fall. But it was still hanging on by a thread; they had travelled all the way from Everett to Cleveland, Ohio. They figured since seeing many cities, states, dead along the way. Washington, Montana, Idaho, Wyoming, Nebraska, Iowa, Illinois, Indiana were all gone. Well, as far as civilization went. Survivor groups gathered after their downfall, Ohio and North Carolina were the states that were said to still be hanging on. But then again it had been three months since the outbreak. Pulling up to what looked like a wall, Theo stopped and clutched his spear. "What is it?" Ashton questioned, looking through the front seats. He wanted to sleep and took over the back seat and let Louise sat in front. Stopping the car, nobody came to the gate to let them in. When this first started, guards refused to let people in or out, but nobody showed. Getting out of the car, Theo waved for his family to follow. "We'll get what we need, look around. Keep your gloves on and keep your masks on; we're immune to the airborne, but blood can still be inhaled; liquids. People are going to be desperate, but stick together," Theo ordered, but he had his doubts. He knew that they needed to go in, and it was too risky to leave anybody behind. There was a door on the wall; they would need to either break it or climb over the fence. "Get your bags, we need to get in there and go. There's a national park around here, we'll make a new base there if we can clear it," Theo instructed. Ashton opened the door and headed out of the jeep, Louise not too far. Testing the door, it opened easily. Standing together, they watched in disappointment as people ran amok, screaming or fighting off infected. "Get into the jeep; I'll be back before you know it," Theo ordered, handing his bag over to Ashton. Three people posed too large a risk of being bit. "No, let me go, I-," Ashton argued, but he was silenced by Theo. "I need you to stay with the jeep, that's an asset. We'll need it to get out of here," Theo replied, but knew Ashton was right. He had a limp; he couldn't run and fight as good as his brother. "Be careful. I'll return at dusk." Grasping Lousie's upper arm, they headed back out of the wall, leaving Ashton to face the city alone. Running along the wall, Ashton made it across the short bridge leading to the city. The people along the wall were in a furious panic. They must of made it here in hopes of escape but were stopped by the infected. Reaching the city, he cautiously crept along a burning building. Soldiers ran amok, trying to fight of hoards of infected angry people, uninfected civilians running around with their families or trying to sack stores. It was bad; real bad. Ashton still wore his combat outfit so he blended in well with the crowds, though the army wasn't doing such a good job at fighting people off. Bodies lay everywhere, whether they were dead or not Ashton didn't bother to look. The general store might be packed with people driven by a need to survive, pure instinct. But Ashton knew what was at stake; they needed water bottles, arrows, bullets, blankets, whatever food he could find. And he would kill for it. But he wasn't going to go through the front doors to do it; that would be almost suicide. creeping along the side of the building, he pried open the door with a small crowbar he carried with him on such runs. Kicking in the wooden door that lay ahead of him, he tossed in a smoke bomb. Running inside, he bolted through the aisles, grabbing as much as he could. At the end it took him twenty minutes to gather but two boxes of bullets, two arrows (crossbow but he'd make them work), a knife, some add water food, three water bottles, a poncho and a large tarp. They had plenty of rope to make the tarp into a tent, he wished he could find batteries for his flashlight. Running back through the door he came in, he was able to sneak out fine but realized that when he came out, he may have been spotted by someone. he felt...watched.