On Ashton PA Road was Sam holding his wounded brother Ben. He was running with the dead trailing behind, there must've been 7,8? It was just so fast but Sam would never drop his brother. His whole body was flexing, he was in agoney. Ben had a bullet hole in his shoulder. Sam was running for so long, it was torture. Stuck on this road. He seen cars everywhere and he thought if he moved in and out of the cars, he would be safe from the dead. This however did not slow them down. He shouted out for help. [Color=red]"HELP, MY BROTHER, HELP HE NEEDS HELP!"[/color]. He knew talking would just put him out of breath but he needed to try. For Ben. What he didn't know was shouting was just a dinner bell for the dead.

You could say a small horde was behind him 12 walkers. Sam's eyes filled with tears from the pain of carrying his brother for so long. He had his gun in his pocket, he could take out half. But he seen walkers as sick people who have no idea what they are doing. And he will not kill them, humans they know what they're doing. He needed help quick, he needed supplies quick, he would of had more but when Ben got shot, he dropped everything and made a break for it.

He quietly spoke to a fainted Ben in his arms [color=red]"Were getting out of this."[/color] and continued shouting for help.