The moans filled the city, as the large hoards of undead walked along the streets. They sought out fresh blood from any survivors, hiding out away from the monsters that now walked the streets.

These streets were once filled of the towns people, following their daily schedules to and from their homes or workplaces, all wearing happy faces, with only personal problems clouding their blue sunny skies. Most did not realize what was happening on the other side of their clear beautiful lake.

Now, the lake is black, full of ash and wasted water used to try and fight against the raging fire of the now burnt out factory. Meanwhile, the toxins spread throughout the town infecting anything it can sink into.

Howls filled the air along with the moans, making the zombies aware that something else aside from themselves were out there. But these monsters didn�t care; they only cared if they could eat them or not.

This town had become a world of survival horror, where anything could eat anything or anyone�

�Come on John, have you found the map or not?� Gordon asked, hovering over his brother�s shoulder, as the blonde young man continued to work on his laptop.

�I would have by now if you�d stop hovering over my shoulder! I lost the link to Thunderbird Five� which has got me worried. She could have either got more damage or there might be something out there blocking us!� John said as he worked and found the backup copy of the map from his history files.

�About time bro, we�re almost done here.� Virgil said, from where Scott had helped him keep busy by creating a few things out of the supplies they had dug up.

�I�m not going to even ask how you two know how to do that!� Gordon said with wide eyes, looking at the rucksack full of new ammunition.

�Yeah well, we weren�t so innocent in high school,� Scott replied earning a cough/laugh from John, hiding behind his laptop. John studied the map making sure that he saved it. He wanted to be sure he could get to it easier the next time they needed it.

�Well if we�re ready� where are we going now?� Gordon asked, as he paced in the small office of the grocery store they had hid out in after their first encounters of the zombies. They could hear moaning for their flesh outside; their nails scratching on the door.

�Across the lake, to the factory� but there is the church on the other side of the mall too�� John said getting up onto his feet, closing the laptop and putting it back securely into his bag.

�Two places to check� I should think that splitting up should be the way to go, but I�m not sure�not with those things out there.� Scott said with a sigh, sliding his fingers through his hair as he tried to figure out what to do.

�We have to try� I can�t think of any other way Scott. John did you check the wristcoms to see if they worked?� Virgil asked, as he divided up their new ammunition.

�They still work; they�re getting a signal and as long as we�re close to each other� the range is still quite long, but I think they should work the distance you�re thinking of Virgil.� John said, realising that Virgil was going to try and go over Scott�s head on this decision.

�Right, Scott� I think we should split up into two teams. John can you pull up the map?� Virgil asked, wanting to know the area around the lake and not just the town so he could carry on forming his plan.

�Sure Virgil, give me a sec.� John, said and pulled his laptop back out so that Virgil could look at the map.

Graham sighed as he leaned against the large steel door, which they had locked with the long steel bar they had lodged against it. He looked over their small group that had started so big but was now down to just the three of them, Jill, the small boy and himself. They were all that was left.

Only a short hour ago, Joe fell unconscious before rising up with the same look as the monsters that roamed the street. Joe began moaning with fierce hunger before Graham shot a shotgun shell to his head. He fell down officially dead with a hole through his skull before they moved on, carrying as many supplies that they could.

Now they were hiding near the lake. Closing his eyes tiredly, Graham locked the safety back on his shotgun before holding it close and going back to sleep. Jill and boy had already fallen asleep soon after they had settled down.

The only sounds they could hear were the sounds of the lake washing up onto the shorelines and the moaning of the undead, as they continued to walk along the streets in their quest to solve their undying hunger.

�How did I get stuck with you?� Scott grumbled, as they walked along the street heading towards the warehouse that was near the boathouse. This was the area where they were to meet up with their brothers later.

Gordon shrugged with a small smile, �Short straw but at least we�ve got the easy task� how big can a warehouse� be?� He said, quietening down as they came up to the warehouse. They could see that this was one of the more modern warehouses, designed to be at least three floors.

�This is a nice warehouse. Where do you want to start Gordo?� Scott asked with a grin, as he moved to check the lock of the doors. It was unlocked, but as the door opened, he shined his torch just above his gun, making sure that the first look over was clear. He then led the way inside.

�I say start at the top and work our way down� what do you suppose was stored in here?� Gordon asked quietly, as they entered the building. They both jumped as the door slammed closed behind them.

�Hate it when things do that!� Scott grumbled, before making his way across to where the stairs were located. They both started climbing up to the higher levels of the warehouse, Gordon following close behind Scott, being careful to watch their backs with the torch. He didn�t want anything jumping out at them from behind.

�Wonder how Johnny and Virg are getting on?� Gordon muttered, as he continued to climb up softly, hearing Scott do the same. He scanned the area with his gun, his torch posed ready for anything.

Virgil glanced around the glass doors before opening them slowly, �Will you look at this mess� where are we going to start?� He muttered quietly, as John followed close behind him. They looked around the mall with the aid of their torches.

�I don�t know� if I were survivors I would try and find a way to arm myself first�� John said, looking around the wrecked shops. He thought he heard something but shook it off. A speaker close by, dangling off the wall by its wire, crackled slightly.

�You�re right� home made armoury, something like what you and Scott did earlier.� John said and shone his torch over to an outdoor shop. �Supplies aplenty.� He said with a grim grin and led the way over.

�Thought you were against gun crime?� Virgil muttered quietly, so that their voices didn�t echo. Their footfalls were muffled by the mess of papers and other unidentified items that littered the floor.

�I am, I�m shocked that there had been a gun inside Thunderbird One all this time� especially when she was sat in the hanger.� John muttered, as they entered the store to find it in the same state as the rest of the mall.

Virgil nodded with an inward sigh; it was still hard for them to talk about the Hood incident even though it was close to six months ago. Even with the worry of sending Alan back to Wharton Academy. There had been with much talk with the school�s board before their brother was sent back, with increased security around the school and grounds.

�We are surviving; we can find a way to survive this!� He said, resting a hand on John�s left arm as he looked around the ransacked store. He moved over to the counters, being careful of the shards of glass everywhere.

�What are you looking for?� John asked, joining Virgil as they searched around the broken cabinets, being careful not to touch any of the broken glass.

�Anything that we can use to defend ourselves, and maybe some bullets for Scott�s handgun. I have the feeling that we�re going to need them.� Virgil said, as he opened a small box to find it full of bullets. �Well these are bullets, but they�re the wrong type.� He said with a sigh, but put them in his rucksack anyway.

John frowned when he saw the contents of Virgil�s rucksack before going back to his search. He found a dusty gun hidden under the counter, �Virg, think found something here.� He said pulling the gun out with his finger looped in the trigger, making sure that the safety was on.

Virgil came over and checked the gun over, �Nice find John.� He said with a grin, before checking the gun over, wiping it over to clean the dust off of it. �It�s fully loaded� but I wonder why it was left here and not the others?� Virgil muttered, as he looked for a holster. He found it and, put it on to carry the gun.

�I don�t know� but can we move on? We need to check the other stores.� John said, feeling uncomfortable in the store.

�Sure, where shall we go next?� Virgil asked, as he switched his torch back on. He loaded up the other boxes he found in his rucksack and replaced it on his back.

�Department store.� John suggested, shinning his torch next door to where the store was filled with racks upon racks, of clothes.

Virgil shuddered, �Worst place to be Johnny� but we are International Rescue so we must.� He said, leading the way into the department store shinning the torch around.

John would have normally laughed at his brother for the way he felt about some department clothes stores. The atmosphere felt intense and the hair rose up on the back of his neck, as he followed Virgil closely through the racks of clothes, never knowing what hid amongst them.

�Get down!� Scott said, pushing Gordon to the ground before dust and debris flew over their heads. They ducked down behind a stack of wooden boxes, covering themselves from the explosion.

�Damn it Scott! And we joked about Alan blowing up his old school.� Gordon said, getting up slowly, looking over the boxes before ducking back down again, his face pale.

�Well it killed them didn�t it?� Scott said with a groan, as he got back up to his feet. He fought against rejecting everything that was in his stomach at the sight of the charred and burnt limbs that were scattered Most were from the group of zombies they had run into before using one of their pipe bombs.

What Scott and Virgil had made, were home made pipe bombs. They didn�t hold as much kick as normal pipe bombs would, due to the lack of explosive materials inside. They had decided that they would need them in case of any large groups of the monsters that roamed this town, attacked them.

�Come on, we got to keep moving.� Scott said holding out his hand for his younger brother�s. �Sorry that you�ve got to see this, Gordo.� He spoke softly, as he helped Gordon walk around the mess back in the direction they had been originally, before the gang of zombies broke out from an office.

�It-it�s ok Scott� I was due to face death sooner or later right?� Gordon spoke with a forced smile.

�Right� but something is wrong with these people. Just let�s keep moving to see if we can figure out what happened!� Scott said, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, before switching his torch back on and leading the way back along the corridor.

But what did happen to this town? Gordon thought to himself, as he turned his own torch back on, wiping his face quickly to keep the sweat from getting into his eyes or distracting him.

�Damn it, Johnny! Don�t scare me like that!� Virgil said with a groan and locked the gun�s safety back on, before replacing it into the holder.

�Sorry! It was instinct, and it�s not like I stuffed that thing into that room!!� John said wiping the sweat away from his eyes. He looked down at the corpse at his feet, before running from the changing rooms into the store.

�John!� Virgil gasped, and ran to follow his brother. Virgil found him bent double, gasping for breath, his arms wrapped around himself.

�It�s ok Johnny, we�re going to get through this.� Virgil said, resting his hand on John�s shoulders for support. He shrugged his pack off to get a bottle of water out for his brother. �Here, take a sip of this.� He ordered his older brother, holding the bottle in front of him.

John took the bottle with both hands and took a sip of the water with shaky hands. �Thanks Virg, I�m sorry�� He muttered, and took another sip.

�It�s ok, Johnny, don�t forget I already lost my breakfast.� Virgil said with a small smile, before helping John back up onto his feet.

John smiled shakily, �Yeah, now let�s just finish up here and get to that boat yard.� He said screwing the lid on the bottle and handing it back to Virgil.

�Right! Let�s�. do you hear that?� Virgil said, resting a hand on the gun in the holder and glancing around to their sides.

�Y-yes, what is it?� John asked, looking around nervously trying to find the source of the noise.

�I-I don�t know.� Virgil muttered, freeing the gun and looking around. He put his back to his brother, as he looked around the department store. The low growl got louder and closer.

�What is that?� John muttered, as they heard nails on the tiles of the floor getting closer and closer to them. The brothers to backed up against the wall, away from the new noise, as Virgil aimed the gun around to where he thought the noise was coming from.

�I don�t know, but doesn�t sound friendly.� Virgil muttered, as the clothes rack to their right shifted, due to something moving through it.

The unknown, new monster continued to growl hungrily. It licked its teeth as it continued to walk forward towards the two terrified brothers.