The fire truck was now stalled in the middle of the road.

"Just great." Tyrese said as we all stood around it.

Tara and Rosita got all the supplies out of the truck as the group decided wether or not to check these cars for keys or to squeeze even more people into the two cars.

The last one wasn't about to happen so I joined Carl and Morgan in the search for keys. We opened any car that wasn't damaged and checked every where for keys.

"I found one!" Kennedy, who i didn't even realize got in in the search, yelled.

We ran over there. "Does it work?" Carl asks him.

"Let's find out." Kennedy places the keys in the ignition and turns it. It sputters. He tries again. It sputters. "Third times a charm." He mumbles and turns it again. It still doesn't start.

"Is it out if gas?" I ask.

He looks at the gas meter and nods his head. "Looks like it. The arrow is on E."

Morgan walks off. I call out to her. "Oi! Where are you going?"

"Too find a hose!" She waves me off.

It takes me a minute to figure out what she plans on doing. Ten minutes later she comes back with a clear tube. "I guess this should do." She holds up the tube.

"Where on earth did you find that?" Oscar asks.

"In a car that ran off the side if the road." She shrugs and holds the tube out. "Who wants to do the honors?"

I put my hands up in defense and back away. Carl shakes his head and Oscar and Kennedy pretend their too busy fooling with the car. She rolls her brown eyes and turns towards the group. "Austin!"

"What?" He asks a bit annoyed as he peers out from behind the back of the truck.

"Want to help us get gas into this car?" She asks him.

"Not really, but I guess I have no real choice." He walks over to us.

Morgan hands him the hose and Carl grabs a bin that was next to car and empties the clothes that were in it on the ground.

Austin goes to a white car that looks a little beat up and places the long tube down the gas tank. Carl places the bin under Austin and we wait as Austin sucks the gas out of the car, pouring it into the bucket before the gas touches his lips.

Glenn comes over and "supervises " us as this process goes. Once the tank is dry and there isn't anymore gas, Glenn picks up the bucket and lines the corner up with the hole to the car Kennedy had found. He carefully pours the gasoline into the new car and then tightens the gas cap over it.

"Ok, start 'er up!" He tells Kennedy. Kennedy turns the key and the engine roars to life. We cheer and let Glenn take the wheel.

Since the car is stuck in a maze if cars going the opposite way we want to go, we have to help Glenn manoeuvre through the rest of the cars.

Soon the rest of the group is in the new car, Carl switching with Zainab so she could be with Oscar, and yet agian we're off to find shelter.

"Where exactly are we going?" Kennedy asks.

"Somewhere safe hopefully." Daryl mumbles in response.

***time skip****

The car in front of us stops with a surprising halt. Daryl slams in the brakes and we jolt forward. I fall off the seat and onto the car's floor and Dylan face plants the back of the seat in front of him. I guess we should've worn seat belts.

"Ow." Dylan says holding his nose. I trickle of blood is seen coming from his covered nose, peaking out from his hands.

"You good?" I ask him.

"What's going on?" Carol asks Daryl.

"Don't know." He says and gets out the same time Rick does.

I look out of the back window and do a double take. In the faint moonlight I can see that there is a hoard if walkers behind us. "Um, Carol?" I softly say, my eyes glued to the scene out the window.

"Yes dear?" She asks turning around. I guess she saw what was coming towards us because she yells out the window to Daryl. "We got company!" She gets out the car after she grabs a gun from inside the middle counsel. She pops her head back insode before slamming the door. "Stay in here!" Tara and Tyrese jump out too.

I turn back around to a loud thud and then scraping noise only to see a Walker clawing at the window ane it's teeth clinking on the window. It used to be a woman with her dirty long hair and grimy pink shirt.

"Should I kill it?" Austin asks.

"Are you crazy?!" I whip my head around to face him. "You'll get killed!"

"Plus Carol said stay here!" Dylan argued with his friend.

I can hear gunshots and see from the headlights that one of the cars stalled. That's why we originally stopped. The group starts shouting and points to something ahead of us. Since we're the last car we can't really see anything.

The walkers start hitting the car. Noah throws open the door. "We gotta go. Now." He says and stabs a Walker in the head . The left side is the only side somewhat clear and we don't have much time to get out until the hoard notices us.

The whole second row gets out and Noah releases the seat and pushes it up. They run to the rest of the group. I turn to see that the hoard was completely surrounding the backside and left -side of the car. I notice them make their way to the right side of the car as Dylan is getting out.

"Dylan! Loo-" I'm cut off by his screams as a Walker grabs him he stabs it in the head and fights with the others, my veiwed I'd blocked by the walker climbing into the car and the others trying to get in at us. Carl pulls me back by my sleeve as I go to help Dylan.

"We have to get in the trunk!" He says as he pulls out his gun. I grab Carl's knife and stab the walker that was climbing over the folded seat. This slows down the others for they have to maneuver over the dead walker. The car is soon flooded with walkers trying to claw at us. Carl climbs into the trunk and grabs my hand to help me get over the seat into the trunk but one of the Walkers grab my foot. I yelp and start kicking at it . It tries to drag me back but I yanked my foot away and scamper into the trunk.

I silently cry as walkers try to get at us. Carl, who is sitting across from me, reaches up and pulls the cover over the top to cover the trunk from the window down so we won't be seen and eventually the walkers will just wander away. The trunk isn't very big so we sit with our knees to our chests and it's so dark that we can't see anything.

I hold my knees close to my body and pray that we'll get out of this.