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.

The croaking filled the waterways and edges of the lake altering the atmosphere around there alerting the monsters and any survivors that a new threat loomed in the area. What the threat was no one knew or was around to tell if they could speak.

Another threat in the town loomed hunting after the survivors make them nervous and alert hoping that it would move away allowing them to move on away from the threats of the town they once called home.

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

The shotgun locked into place, as it was aimed at the boys� heads. It didn�t move and inch in the looming darkness that filled the church. The only hints of light came from the candles near and around the altar. The sound echoed in the church�s rafters, making the threat of the gun seem more real.

�Hold it! Are you bitten or scratched?� A low voice asked being careful to keep it quiet to stop his voice echoing around the church.

�We�re not, but if you don�t let us in soon, then whatever is out there will get us!� Virgil explained, keeping his shock down as John tapped him in the middle of the back. They wanted to get inside the church, as the low hiss they heard go louder. Whatever the creature was, it was getting closer.

�It�s another monster come on get in.� The voice muttered, locking the shotgun back on safety before moving out of the way to let Virgil and John into the church. Locking the door tightly behind them. �This way, we�ve got a room in the back.� The mysterious man spoke up, leading the way to the back of the church were he pause in front of a large door. When he opened it, the boys were temporarily blinded by the sudden bright lights inside.

Blinking the sudden daze from their eyes, they could make out that the man that had threatened them with the shot gun, was about the same age as their father. Sharing the same room was a young woman roughly the same age, and a young boy looking around ten. They were all showing signs of tiredness.

The room itself was somewhere where the clerks would change ready for the service. It acted as a storage room for unused hymn books.

It contained a few bookshelves, a table, and a row of candles had been placed around the edges of the room, to light it better due to the town's power supply being cut off. There was a nest of clothes and material on the floor to form what looked like a makeshift bed.

"I'm sorry about that. It's just crazy out there, and we can never tell when another of those things... Those zombies would turn up." The man said with a sigh, as he sat down in one of the few chairs. His shotgun lay out on his lap.

"It's ok, we've seen a few of those around, and some other creatures too. But we're here to get you out of here, but we got to find the other members of our team first." Virgil said, glancing back at John, who nodded in agreement. He looked paler by the candlelight than he had by torchlight.

The woman got up, without disturbing the boy from the children�s book they had found on the shelves, and looked at their guests carefully. "You're from International Rescue, aren't you? A little late but you're here." She said with a soft smile, recognizing the once silver uniforms that Virgil and John wore. They were now covered in grime from their trek though the town's alleyways.

"That's right, can you tell us what happened here, and what is out there?" Virgil asked, helping John to one of the armchairs, before handing him a bottle of water while quietly wondering what was wrong with his brother.

�I can tell you as much as we know; would you like something to eat? We might be here for a while.� The woman asked, with another soft smile, and moved over to a small chest leaning up against the wall.

Gordon couldn�t believe what he was seeing when Scott shone the torchlight over their new obstacle, �How are we supposed to get through that?� He asked, shocked into how they were supposed to get back to the car park where they left their thunderbird craft.

�We�ll find a way Gordo, but first we better see if we can find John and Virgil. Then we have to cross that lake to the factory, something tells me that it holds the key to what happened to this town.� Scott said with a sigh, hoping that their craft was ok as it was their only ticket to getting out of the town.

The road they had took, was now a big hole in the ground whatever had caused, it also chewed through the pipes and the electrical cables. Leaving nothing but a large crater before diving down into the rock and soil below it, �What could have caused that� Gordon asked, as they back tracked towards the lake.

A low growl started on their left, and then another joined them on their right, alerting the young men that something was hunting them. And, it sounded hungry. A loud howl behind them, alerted them that they were nearly surrounded. They quickly glanced around before the boys began to run down the road as fast as they could. Soon they were dodging back and forth as the strange dogs started to attack.

"T-there. H-head for the church!" Scott pointed out, as he half turned to fire a shot at the dogs behind them, hearing a yelp as the bullet hit one of them. They tried to get the door open to find it locked. "Look for a side door." He ordered Gordon, while fishing out one of his home made bombs and lit it. Waving it at the dogs to get their attention, as Gordon slipped around and found a side door hidden by ivy.

�Found one! Over here!� Gordon called, as Scott threw the pipe bomb into the group of dogs, and followed Gordon�s voice before the explosion caused them to use the wall as support. They then started clearing enough ivy to clamber through the door and into the dark church.

John looked up from where he had been looking at his feet, his mind wandering over all that happened in the past few months. Now for this to happen to them, when he thought that he had recovered from his experience. �Virg, did you hear that?� He asked in a quiet voice unlike his own.

The man who had introduced himself as Graham, locked the shotgun back up, and placed it against his shoulder ready to fire. He looked around the room, trying to find the source of the noise, echoing around the church. �There must have been a side door.� He said leading the way out of the room with Virgil following close behind.

�That was an explosion close by; it could have been the other members of our team.� Virgil explained softly as they walked across the church towards the other spare room that was used mainly as a cloak room but had a door ready for the rough weather when it came in the winter or for emergencies.

"Can hope so, otherwise there would be trouble." Graham spoke, just as softly as he moved the shotgun's aim up higher, and nodded at Virgil.

Virgil raised the torch up, and switched it on with a soft click, before walking closer to the door. He was careful not to shine the beam of light through the cracks in the door.

On three! Graham mouthed and held up three fingers. One, two� three! He counted down, then Virgil kicked the door open. He shined the torch around the room, as Graham stood over him, the shotgun ready.

�Whoa! Hold it! We�re human! We�re human!� A voice familiar to Virgil�s ears called out. They shielded their faces from both the glare of the torch, and the threat of the shotgun in their faces. �Have you been scratched or bitten?� Graham asked not moving from the doorway keeping his shotgun trained on them as Virgil moved the torch around to check for any visible scratch or bite marks. �No we�re clean, we came close but we�re ok� Another familiar voice called out sounding a little shaken up.

�They�re clean Graham, and they�re the missing members of our team.� Virgil said with a soft smile, resting a hand on the man�s tense shoulders. Graham glanced at Virgil in the gloomy light, before nodding and locked the shotgun into safety.

�Sorry Virgil, but you know the risk.� He said, before resting the shotgun carefully in his hands and moved out of the way of the doorway. �I know Graham. Come on guys, I left John with the others.� Virgil said, leading the way back through the church to the small room at the back of the church.

"Glad to see you Virg, we'll tell you what we found out in a minute. How is John?" Scott asked, joining Virgil at his side. They walked along the aisle between the benches of the church.

"I'm not sure Scott. He seems to be in shock, but I don't know what I can do to snap him out of it." Virgil muttered his reply quietly. Graham followed close behind, his shotgun ready as he walked along side Gordon. He held it ready incase anything tried to break through the many windows, that lined the walls.

�We�ll have to try something, it�s going to take all of us to get out of here.� Scott muttered back, as they came to a closed door.

Graham moved forward and opened the door, stepping inside and looked around before sitting down in the corner of the room. He kept his ears sharp for any strange noises that might echo around the church.

He looked across at Jill to see that she was going through the book with the young boy, and the blonde young man had his legs pulled close to him with his hands holding them close, his head resting on his knees his blue eyes unfocused.

�You better check your friend.� He said nodding over to the young man before he started to clean and check his shotgun.

�Thanks Graham. Got anything to give my colleagues to eat? We�ll need all the strength we can muster to get out of here,� Virgil said, as he moved into the room waiting for Scott and Gordon to enter, before closing and locking the door.

"There's something out there, up on the roofs. I didn't get a good look at what it was... John unfortunately -" He explained to his brothers, before walking over to John. "Johnny Scott's here, along with Gordon." Virgil told him softly, resting a hand on John's shoulder, feeling him tense up slightly before relaxing.

�Scott�� John�s voice spoke quietly with a high pitch in his voice, sounding very much unlike his own to Scott and Gordon�s ears.

Scott moved across and got down on his knees in front of his brother. As much as he wanted to hug him and say that things will be ok, they had to act professional in front of the survivors that they shared the room with.

�Hey there John, do you want to talk to me?� Scott asked softly, keeping eye level with John inwardly disturbed in seeing John so distant He hadn�t seen his brother this bad since finding him up on Thunderbird Five those few short months ago.

John closed his eyes and sank down to his knees, resting his head on them. �We�re not going to get out of here� there is just too much out there!� He muttered with his voice half muffled from the fabric of his uniform.

Scott rested a hand on John�s back and rubbed it gently, �Hey John, we�re not given up that easily. We�re going to need your help if we�re to get back to the Thunderbirds. And what about your baby? She needs you!� He said softly, as he continued to rub John�s back softly.

Virgil sighed, and moved away to sit next to Graham, glancing at his watch. "Suggest we move soon, as whatever is out there will find a way eventually to get in." He told Graham quietly, watching Scott talk to John. Trying to help him get through the shock of whatever John had saw.

Graham nodded. "I suggest that we take shifts, and get some sleep. Then move to get out of this city as we don't have long." He talked quietly, so not to disturb Jill and the kid. Gordon had joined them, and was now joking around lightly to get the kid to smile.

�I know Graham, we�ll just have to find a way through this.� Virgil spoke with a soft sigh, watching the events of the small room around them.

John stirred from his sleep, hearing a strange noise from the window nearest the door leading into their room. He looked up to see that Scott was still asleep, while Virgil was asleep nearby Gordon and two of the survivors.

The only person awake was Graham, who had heard the noise and moved over to Virgil, shaking him slightly to wake him up before walking forward to check the noise.

John shook Scott awake with a worried look inwardly hoping it wasn�t the monster that he had saw before coming into this church, he pushed his churning stomach down so not to loose its contents in the small confined space they were in at the moment.

Scott grumbled before waking up from his short nap. He looked up to see Virgil and the man called Graham talking in low voices. While a warm body pressed closer to him shivering in fear of what was now causing the low scratching noise outside of their safe room. �Hey Johnny it�s ok� probably a branch rubbing the window.� He said rubbing his free arm along John�s right to help him calm down.

Everyone jumped awake in hearing a loud smash, followed by a loud growl like hiss. This made the room�s occupants jump up onto their feet, and back away from the door.

�I don�t like the sound of that!� Graham growled under his breath, raising his shotgun up. Virgil brought out a handgun, that Scott didn�t remember seeing him carry before. They both aimed at the door in case the monster on the other side of it broke through.

�We�re going to need another way out of here Scott!� Virgil said, seeing that John had pulled himself into a small ball, back on the floor.

�Gordon, take care of John while I find another way out of here even if I got to make one! We need to get out of here and need to get out of here now!� Scott said, switching to field commander mode pushing the worry for his brother down until they were once again safe.

�Then we need to find somewhere safe!� He spoke clearly, as he retrieved his rucksack and dug around for a few of his homemade bombs and a torch. He then went around the back of the room looking for a weak part of the wall that he could hopefully blast away.

A low hiss sound was heard, making John whimper and pray silently that it would move on and leave them be. "Shh, it's ok John! It's outside and I expect that, that Graham guy will blow whatever that monster is away!" Gordon said quietly, while watching Scott work.

Scott held the small, powerful torch in his mouth, keeping the bombs in his hands as worked on a corner of the room.

�Any time Scott!� Virgil spoke up, as the hissing got louder followed by scratching at the thick wooden door. �How long do you think that door will last?� Graham asked as he unlocked the safety on his shotgun.

�There�s more than one,� Graham muttered as another crash and another feral growl echoed around the church. �Great!� Virgil muttered steadying his aim at the door.

�Done!� Scott called, as the door gave way to reveal the new monster after their lives. They made their presence known by their low hiss, and whipping their tongues around the air as they tried to figure out what they had come across as the dust settled.