The treck from Carver’s Camp had been long for Luke and his group. They were just counting their blessings that it was warm out, the thick woods provided cover. But internally, they were all struggling. Luke, his best friend Nick and Nick’s uncle, Pete, had been sleeping in shifts since their only options were to knock out in the few abandoned and dilapidated buildings they could find or the woods themselves. Rebecca was only getting further along in their pregnancy, and Luke was pretty sure Carlos was starting to develop a strash rash being out with no security and his daughter Sarah for so long. Rebecca’s husband, Alvin, and Nick’s mom had been doing their best to help them, but god…this was brutal.

Dying was easy in this world, survival? That was a much harder game. Weeks of following the same trail in the woods with no sign of shelter. Only an angel or a blessing could save them now.

“I need to sit down…” Rebecca huffed, her hand on her lower back. They were a tight knit group, but Rebecca’s pregnancy was putting a strain on all of them.

Luke kept his mouth shut though, he felt bad, really. And another part of him was grateful to have this moment of even slight rest.

But moments like this didn’t last long. The second Luke raised his eyes again, he saw one, then another, and another, and another. At least half a dozen walkers clambering about around the treeline, approaching them slowly but surely, catching on to the warm bodies that were around.

He saw Nick raise his gun, his hand immediately pushing it down “The noise’ll just draw more of ‘em out” he warned, pulling his machete out- but even with his experience in cutting down walkers, in his current state he wasn’t feeling so hot.

They really did need a miracle.