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

These streets were once filled of the townspeople following their daily schedules to and from their homes or workplaces all wearing happy faces, with only personal problems clouding their sunny blue 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 was out there. But these monsters didn�t care; they only cared if they could eat them or not.

Other monsters were out there, hungry like the zombies after fresh flesh from anything they could sink their teeth into as the team from International Rescue are about to find out. They have to search for any survivors while trying to survive the horrors themselves.

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

The torch beams shook as it highlighted the new monster. It continued to walk through the racks of clothes, until in was in full view of the two young men.

�Virg,� John croaked, trying to keep his stomach and throat under control. Virgil was doing the same, while trying to hold the gun steady and trained on the monster in front of them.

�I-I don�t k-know what it is!� Virgil gasped, as the monster growled. Then, to the men�s surprise, it barked aggressively.

�I-It sounds l-like a dog.� John muttered, pulling Virgil back away from the creature in front of them. �B-But h-h-how?� He added, trying and failing, to keep the stutter out of his voice.

The dog monster in front of them, was black, its fur shining in the torch light as it came into full view. As the dog growled, it revealed its sharp teeth, the skin and muscle tightening along the jaw. The same glossy, black skin stretched along the dog�s body, the creature�s bones showing clearly through it.

The boys took a gasping breath as they saw that some of the ribs were actually showing without the skin or muscle covering them, or the oily skin covered other parts of the dog�s body. �I-It is like those people� those zombies.� Virgil gasped as he kept his gun trained at the dog�s head.

�What are we going to do? I-It has the same look!� John gasped wondering what they were going to do to the dog like monster in front of them; he couldn�t focus as he saw his torch shaking in his hands making the beam of light shake on the monster.

�Easy Johnny, we just have to do the same�� Virgil muttered fighting against the shakes that threatened to travel down his arms to his hands as he unlocked the gun from its safety ready to fire at the creature in front of it.

�But that wasn�t like this!� John gasped as he tried to move behind Virgil as he locked the gun into place slowly with a loud audible click making the dog-like monster growl and launch its attack at them.

Scott sighed as he leaned against the solid wall wiping the sweat away that had formed from their run through the offices to the other side of the alleyway, �I-I h-hope t-that w-we never h-have to d-do that again!� He gasped seeing Gordon was worse than he was his head stuffed between his knees with gasping breaths.

They had to run along the corridor that to their dismay was full of zombies of what looked members of the town and, to their surprise, one or two of the zombies wore what looked like lab coats. The offices held a few interesting finds including a few files written in some sort of scientific language that Gordon had put in his pockets in a hurry, while Scott kept the zombies distracted until they worked their way through closing the doors behind them. Eventually they ran into a large fire door that would lock behind them to trap the zombies in.

�You ok Gordo?� Scott asked moving to rest a hand on Gordon�s shoulder as his younger brother moved to sit back down properly instead of on his heals or toes. Gordon looked up and nodded before getting up onto his feet with a slight moan, �Y-yeah, I�m fine� how about we get out of here?� He muttered wanting to get out of the now zombie infested warehouse shuddering as he heard the moans of the zombies wanting to get out of their office styled prison.

�Sounds like a good idea Gordon, I don�t think we�ll find anyone in here.� Scott said helping Gordon up onto his feet and looked at his wristcom. �Let�s head to the boathouse� they should be there by now,� He said offering Gordon one of the bottles of water he carried in his rucksack.

�Right� let�s get out of here.� Gordon muttered as he opened the bottle and took a long drink from it before giving Scott the bottle back, who wiped the rim of the bottle with the palm of his hand and copied Gordon�s actions before dumping the rest over his head. Shaking away the excess Scott pushed his black hair back ignoring the fact that he lost his usual bounce to his hair, he smiled at his brother before reloading his handgun and led the way back down the stairs towards the exit of the warehouse.

Graham slammed the door closed and locked it the bang echoed around the large church structure as he looked around to see that Jill and the boy were safe, tired but safe. With a sigh, he locked the shotgun back up once again the noise echoed around the church before he led the way to the rooms at the back hoping for something that they could eat and another rest before moving on and out of the town.

Glancing at his watch Graham groaned and remembered what Joe had told them before he was lost to the undead that was now roaming the streets along with whatever monsters they had just barely dodged to get locked inside the small church. We haven�t got long He thought to himself before looking around the bookshelves hoping for a map of the town so they could find some way out of the town before dawn.

Jill settled the boy down in a small nest of robes and curtains before joining Graham at the bookshelves, �What are you looking for?� She whispered so not to disturb their young charge as he fell asleep dreaming of how life once was before this had happened to the town. �A way out of the town, we�re running out of time to get out of here� and there�s no way that I can think of to get out of here.� Graham whispered as he pulled down a large book and flipped through it.

�You�re right I�ll give you a hand,� Jill whispered and wandered over to the desk to search the contents of the drawers while Graham worked on searching the bookshelves for any maps or guides of unused roads or waterways that could lie somewhere around the town.

John spat out the water from the bottle as Virgil did the same trying to rid the taste of the bile in their throats and mouths, as soon as Virgil had shot the dog like monster they both ran out of the shop and out of the mall they were searching slamming the doors behind them.

�T-that was horrible,� Virgil muttered hoarsely as he put the half bottle of water back in his bag then locked the gun�s safety back on before replacing it into the holster that had slipped down so it was around his waist now.

�C-can says t-that again� where do we go now?� John asked as he straightened up and looked around to see that they had come out of a different exit than where they first entered leading them to a different part of the town making him search for road signs to point them in the right direction.

�We have to find the others� they would be heading for the boathouse so we better go there.� Virgil said before taking a deep breath to calm himself down and flexed his legs to stop them shaking. �So which way Johnny� He asked with a small smile.

John looked at the trashed signs once again before pointing down the right road, �It�s this way to the lake so the boathouse must be that way too but these signs are trashed!� He said wondering how they had got so beaten up. �They might have been caught in the rush to evacuate the city.� John added with a shrug before leading the way along the road towards the lake.

Scott smiled as he saw the lake getting closer as they finally found their way out of the maze of warehouses that were used for storage or offices like the one they had searched, �Well there�s the lake� and there�s the boathouse!� He said pointing at the well build house that rested over the edge of the lake a little way showing how boats got in and out of the lake for fishing purposes or just to go out on the lake for a drive around.

Gordon looked at the lake with a grim face he didn�t like the colour of the water one bit, �Something toxic went into that lake Scott I think we should take extra care when we cross it,� He said quietly as the lake shore was too quiet compared to the constant moans of the town or of the creaky sounds of the warehouse they had just searched before that too filled with the moaning of the zombies.

Scott pulled one arm free from the straps of the rucksack and dug around for his binoculars before swinging his bag back up onto his back fully, he used the binoculars to look around the lake and to see if there was anything touching the surface of the water. �I can�t see anything on the surface of the lake Gordo but I do see the factory we were suppose to have saved, it�s burnt out.� He said with a sigh handing the binoculars to Gordon for him to look himself.

�I guess so Scott but this seems too quiet I mean there should be some signs of life or even them around here but there isn�t! I can�t even hear the noise we use to hear in the town!� Gordon said as he focused the binoculars to his own vision and gave the lake a careful look over frowning slightly at seeing no sign of life and the same toxic shine to the surface. �There must have been something in the factory which leaked out into the lake, wonder if the lake water supplies the town�s water supply� Scott? Is there something wrong?� He asked moving his eyes away from the binoculars to seeing Scott had his gun back out and unlocked the safety.

�Thought I heard something come on, we better get to the boathouse at least until Virgil and John show up then we can decide our next move,� Scott said leading the way, keeping his gun in his hands ready and staying on his toes as he led the way across to the boathouse. Gordon frowned slightly and looked around to see if he could find anything that might have made a noise and caught Scott�s attention then soon heard a light croaking noise but shrugged it off to frogs nearby. Maybe there is some life here, hiding like any survivors out there waiting to be rescued He thought with an inward sigh.

Virgil held his fingers to his lips silencing John as they pressed against the wall of a church as they tried to continue their way towards the lake, towards the rendezvous with their brothers and to finding a way across the lake to the burnt out factory, their original target of this rescue before things went this bad.

John looked at Virgil puzzled to why they stopped and had to follow Virgil�s instructions to pressing against the wall until his brother pointed up towards the roof of the church in time to see something crawl along the top of the rooftop and disappeared with a small hiss. His blue eyes went wide in wondering what sort of monster they had just found now, �Do I even want to know?� He whispered as Virgil carefully led the way to the side door of the church and they slid in to be greeted by a click of a shotgun raised to their faces.