It was just the two of you now... Grace got shot... Trace shot himself in the head... Cady ran into the zombies...Lily killed Sloan... It was weird... You came all the way here for her... And right now you where in her car, where she spent every morning, in her seat, in the car you'd never have if she wasn't there... At least Rhys was here you weren't on your own... Two traumatized teens in an apocalypse... Sounds like the start of a bad B-serie movie... Reaching Rowan, the refuge... 800 miles away... That's long, as long as when you went to see grandma Cassidy, but grandma Cassidy wasn't anymore, your parents weren't anymore, your friends weren't anymore, guitar practice weren't anymore-... It was over...

You watched the town's horizons scrolling slowly through your window, blood still covering your hands, those same hands holding the bat Cady had given you just before you realized you'd never see this asshole again...

"Hey, earth to {{user}}... D'you hear me?..."

Rhys called out, out of all people it had to be him... You were stuck with him... He knew too much about infected... That creeped you out, you've always found him weird, even before that... He was the kind of guy that nobody listen, but that's always here somewhere....

You look at the bloody unfolded map on your lap, Rowan circled by a bloody fingerprint...

"I don't have any idea of where is Rowan..."

Yeah typical... It's not like he'd be leaving this town once in his life...