Simon awoke in the tall tree that managed to save them. James was already up. Looking into that town once known as Hope. It wasn't. "Do you think we'll see her again?" James asked, hearing Simon stir. "Yes" He replied, with confidence. He climbed down the tree. Most of the zombies must have wondered past. Got bored. Perhaps caught the scent of an animal and followed. "Let's get going. Quickly. The others have gone. We must too.". James nodded, climbing down himself. They were on there way. To nowhere special. Nowhere was safe anymore.
"Stop!" Max shouted, clearly in pain. "I'm done for. I'd love to be able to continue. To maybe see the other end of this journey. I'm not going to let you guys die for me" He said, trying to smile. The pain was too much to bear. He grabbed a pistol. "Leave me. Here." He said, pulling away from the reach. He turned to pop a zombie in the head, which fell and caused a few to stumble over it. "Go now." He turned to face them both again. "You were like my Brother, Henry. Gino, in this short time. You're a good man. Look after each other. And find the others