Scott and I walked down the streets, guns in hands. "We need to find shelter before it gets dark.", Scott said. I nodded, but where I did not know. It was suicide sleeping when a zombie apocalypse was happening right outside your window. "I saw a map on TV about locations where they loaded people into tanks and took them to someplace safe. Yet I didn't know where they went.", I replied. Scott sighed and thought for a while, "There should be a base somewhere nearby. Someplace where the zombies wouldn't be able to reach....." I gasped. "What?! Zombie???", he asked. "No! I know where some people might be!!!", I said.

"Where?" "Follow me!" I took off running towards the river...and the city. Scott grabbed me. "Are you crazy?! You can't just go running into the city!! That's a zombie hotspot!!!", he said.

I groaned, "Fuck you apocalypse."

Scott chuckled a bit and looked around. He spotted an abandoned Septa bus. "You thinking what I'm thinking?", he asked. I nodded and we sprinted to the bus. "Hurry or you'll miss the bus!", Scott said jokingly. I laughed, "Not this time!" We got to the bus and scanned the perimeter for any zombies. "All clear.", I said after checking under the seats. You never know.....

Scott smirked and sat in the driver's seat. "I know how to hotwire this thing.", he said as he started fiddling with the cables. I rolled my eyes, "Sure you can." Then, there was a loud engine roar. I stared at Scott, who was looking at me with a cocky smile. "Show off." Scott laughed and got up for me to drive. I sat down and stared at the wheel.

"Alright...What Would Vin Diesel Do?"

Scott laughed again. I then stepped on the gas, and the bus sped off. Scott stumbled backwards and fell into a seat. I laughed, "Buckle Up!" "Yeah right!" I turned on the radio, but it was just news everywhere. "What the fuck? Where's the music at?!", I growled. I finally got to Satellite Radio and "Ridin' Dirty" by Camillionaire played. "What appropriate music.", Scott said. I laughed and sped up.

We raced down I-76 to the Sport Stadiums. I then turned to go the other direction to the Navy Yard. The battleships were still there. Strange, I thought they would have gone to the Atlantic Ocean. Unless....

Pulling up to a ship, Scott and I hopped out and held our snipers up. As of right now, we are the only survivors. We approached the gangway. Scott stood to the side and smiled, "Ladies first." I smiled back. At times like these, he was such a gentleman. Just like he did in the past...

Flashback
"Don't you two look so cute together!", Mrs. Connor said. Scott and I were dressed to go to the Harvest Moon Dance at my high school. I had asked Scott to the dance, and he accepted. So now we were going to go to the dance tonight. My dad glared at Scott, "Behave yourself...." Typical dads. I giggled, "Don't worry dad! He will!" We walked out to the car, with my mom being the driver. Scott suddenly walked ahead and opened the door for me, "Here you go." I gasped and smiled, "Aw. Thank you." I got into the car and Scott closed the door. He walked around to the other side and got in. My mom smiled at both of us and pulled out of the driveway. "That was very good manners Scott.", she said. Scott smiled, "It's the right thing to do." I couldn't have agreed more.

End of flashback

I walked up the gangway, sniper ready. Scott covered me from behind, making sure that we weren't being followed. I approached the door. "Ready?", I asked. "Ready.", he replied.

Then.....the door opened......by itself........