"Good," replied Raimi. They finally pulled up to the front of the building and stopped at the foot of the room. Raimi popped open the hatch and dropped on to the tank and began climbing up on to the room that was in clear view, the walls now reduced to rubble. "First bring up the supplies," Raimi explained, "And then bring up the hostages." Carver looked over to Neeson with a heavy sigh knowing that they were just chasing their tails now. Raimi wasn't certain where the base was in Mississippi, but Raimi wasn't about to give up that quickly. They rushed back and forth carrying the supplies and stacking them down on to the floor and then Carver grabbed Iris off the floor as she whimpered looking over to Rob.

"Come on," Carver muttered sternly, carrying her over his shoulder, "Don't make this hard on yourself." Neeson knelt down standing from the top of the cockpit and yanked Iris by her coat pulling her up as Iris groaned being choked by the collar of her jacket, but Neeson didn't really seem to care much and threw her over his shoulder. Iris gave a soft cough over her gag as Neeson placed her on to the floor in front of Raimi who was gathering the supplies and surveying the area. Iris looked up at Raimi angrily as he scowled at her turning his back to her. Carver grabbed Rob off the ground and threw him over his shoulder as his arms dangled, bound and tightly restrained, "He's still outcold," Carver told Neeson as Neeson picked him up from the hatch, "You hit the motherfucker hard," Neeson joked, "What did you expect?"

"Just put him down beside that bitch," Carver ordered. Neeson carried Rob over his shoulder and dropped him down beside Iris who looked over at him whimpering. Carver grabbed Annie and yanked her hard as she groaned in pain and Neeson grabbed her from above and threw her on his shoulder patting her butt with a low chuckle, "Relax," Neeson replied as Annie groaned in disgust, "You'll get used to this." He strode over to Iris and Rob's side and dropped Annie on to the ground with a loud thump as she groaned cringing in pain.

"Alright, let's get settled," Raimi declared.

Carver looked back seeing someone move close in the distance and shrugged quickly jumping on to the ledge dragging the three behind them. Raimi shot down two walking dead that loomed inside the apartment complex growling at them and opened the door to a small room looking out on to the city. They were on the last floor, but the building they inhabited at the moment wasn't infested, "Alright," Raimi said sitting down in the corner as Carver and Neeson dragged the three hostages inside the room.

"Why don't we just leave them out in the hallway?" joked Carver.

"No," replied Raimi, "We'll stay here for the night and head out again tomorrow." Raimi walked past the group and walked over to front of the floor looking around at the empty rooms. It was all vacant from what he could tell, and luckily they were all alone. He walked over to the fire exit and jammed it shut looking down at the dark escape stairwell.

"All secure?" asked Carver.

"From what I can tell," replied Raimi, "We're all good for now. Good thing we're only staying for the night."

"Best way to hide is to hide in plain sight," Carver declared.

"We'll find that military base," explained Raimi feigning confidence, "Then we'll be home free without having those shit heads tagging along."

"You really think there's an untouched haven out there?" asked Carver gauging Raimi for assurance.

"There has to be," Raimi explained, "You think someone hasn't thought about securing a large piece of land for safety? We'll find it."

Raimi turned and walked back in to the room looking over the three hostages angrily, now without a clue as what to do with them, "What now?" asked Carver looking over them. "We'll finish them off tonight," Raimi instructed, "Especially this one." Raimi kicked at Annie as she grunted angrily, "I want to personally finish her off." Annie mumbled angrily as she leaned her head against the wall, "For now," Raimi began looking over to Neeson, "Go relax for a while with her." Neeson grew a large smile and rushed over to Annie dragging her by the legs as she screamed out mumbling incoherently. Iris screamed out to her under her gag as she saw Annie disappear in to the hallway, her screams echoed in to the floor.

Raimi stood over Iris and turned her around as she whimpered aloud. Carver knelt down over Rob and placed his hand over his neck, looked up at Raimi and nodded sadly. Raimi sighed softly, "I knew you hit him too hard," Raimi sighed with a soft whisper. There was a stir outside that instantly drew Raimi's attention and he rushed out of the room running to the front of the building as he gasped aloud, "Oh fuck," Raimi exclaimed with a half smirk, "No way."

"What?" asked Carver as he looked out on to the neighborhood. Raimi took out his binoculars and laughed, "Look!"

Carver took his binoculars and chuckled, "Oh-ho shit!" he exclaimed with a hearty laugh looking down with binoculars. "Shit," he muttered now bearing a grimace. Greg walked along the street through the sidewalk storming through the crowds of the walking dead hitting them and pushing them aside as they growled trying to grab at him, he kept his eyes focused up at the two that looked down at him as Raimi gazed down with a half smirk watching him advance quicker and quicker,

"He's doing it," Raimi declared in surprise, "The motherfucker is actually crossing the thoroughfare."

"Oh fuck you," Neeson replied in disbelief, "He won't make it to the door."

"I'm serious," Raimi muttered, "And here he comes."

"Do I shoot him?" asked Carver.

"No," replied Raimi, "I'm about to make him wish he'd stayed at that park." Raimi turned running down the hallway, "And Carver?"

"Yeah?"

"If he comes up, and I don't," Raimi declared, "Blow his brains out." Carver nodded. Greg rushed up to the front door of the building and banged against it. They slowly gathered around him as he banged his body against the door and finally slammed all his weight in to the metal doorway finally busting it open, and rushed in to the lobby letting the hordes of walking dead in and rushed up to the gate that led to the steps and closed it behind him locking it. The dead groaned slamming up against the divider and banged against it. Greg stood at the foot of the steps and Raimi appeared at the top looking down.

"You're going to wish you'd stayed dead, motherfucker," Raimi declared pointing down, "You let them in!"

"Forget them," Greg proclaimed, "They're not getting in. Now it's me and you."

"Come on," Raimi said drawing a switchblade waving his fingers to him. Greg looked over at the knife and charged up the steps with a grunt as Raimi jumped on to him. They both crashed on to the steps with a mighty rumble throwing punches, but Greg outweighed Raimi as they fought off. Greg stood on top of him punching him again and again as Raimi fought him off knocking him off of him. Raimi finally let his wrist loose and slashed Greg's face as he yelped falling off him. Raimi punched him angrily across the head and stood over him driving the knife down.

They struggled as Raimi forced the knife down over his chest and grunted as the knife slowly made its way to his shirt. Raim quickly drew the knife back and quickly jammed the blade in to his stomach twice as Greg grunted. He kneed Raimi in the back and threw him down the stairs as Raimi tumbled down the steps falling in front of the gate as the dead stood over him outside the gate growling. The knife slid under the gate in the crowds of walking dead. Raimi quickly stood up looking over to Greg who waited, "See? I knew it. You're not so tough without your soldiers," Greg declared, "And you're weaponless now."

"I'll kill you either way," Raimi replied panting, "I drew first blood. And last I checked, that's not a good spot to get stabbed." He ran up the steps threw punches at him as Greg staggered back. They were now standing at the foot of the steps kicking and punching furiously. They were determined to kill each other, even as the crowds of undead onlookers quickly gathered below. And the hinges of the gate were weakening.

Raimi threw a punch knocking him against the wall and jumped on top of him wrapping his arms around his neck as Greg gagged, "My buddy Neeson…!" Raimi muttered panting as they struggled, "He's having fun with that little cunt of yours…!" Greg threw him over his shoulder knocking him on to the floor and kicked his stomach furiously. Across the hall Neeson and Annie struggled furiously as he took off her legs bounds and tore off her jeans finally revealing her panties as she screamed. She managed to break free from her wrist ties and tore off her gag jumping on his back tearing at his face and biting in to his shoulder as he yelped and threw her on to the floor. He furiously smacked her across the face knocking her on to the floor as fell outcold. He stood over her unbuckling his pants panting as he viciously eyed her nearly nude body over hungrily.

Annie groaned dazed from his powerful hit as Carver stood outside the door listening to the commotion down the steps pointing his gun. Iris finally managed to break free from her binds silently and tore off her gag. She crawled along the floor listening to the commotion in the distance and crawled over to Rob who lay on the floor, "Rob," Iris whispered tugging at him, "Rob, come on, we have to escape!" She desperately pushed at his body and yelped, "Rob?" Iris yelped crying silently kneeling over him, "No…!" She sighed wiping the tears from her eyes and tore off his gag and leg binds and stood up walking in to the hall. She saw Carver with his back turned and snuck up on him.

Raimi and Greg kicked and punched at each other furiously as there was a loud creak. They both stopped and looked down as the gate creaked and came crashing down on to the floor. The crowds of hands reaching out from the darkness emerged through the lobby and the growls and groans echoed through the lobby, "Oh fuck!" Raimi screamed. He stood up running as Greg followed and they stumbled through the steps, "Come on!" Raimi screamed as Greg rushed up behind. Iris ran with a growl and jumped on to Carver's back hitting and scratching at him as he staggered around the hall screaming. He threw her off him dropping his gun on to the floor and went to hit her as they both stopped looking over at the room.

A shadow emerged from the room as Rob staggered out from the doorway with a blank face. They were both stunned and confused as Iris scoffed in disbelief, "Rob…!" she muttered. Iris looked over to them and let out a loud growl confirming their fear. Iris' eyes grew white in horror as Rob slowly staggered towards them reaching out. "No!" Iris yelped. "Get off me!" Carver yelled. He drew his gun at Rob and shot blasting him in the shoulder as Rob staggered back growling, "Come on you motherfucker," Carver declared, "Just die already…!" Iris screamed hitting him over the head with a brick and hit at him again as Carver fell to the floor dropping to his knees. Iris tore the gun away from his hand and ran down the hall as Carver attempted to stand up and fell back. Rob quickly rushed over to him growling and jumped on top of him.

"Rob, stop…!" Carver yelped holding him up by the neck. Rob squirmed around and bit in to his hand as Carver yelled out and pulled his hand away Rob fell on top of him and viciously bit in to his neck. Carver let out a light scream as the blood gushed from his neck and squirmed along the floor trying weakly to tear him off. Rob chewed in to his jugular chewing and tearing viciously as Carver gagged still grabbing at him trying to pull him off. Iris rushed down the steps with Carver's gun and burst out of the fire exit panting and whimpering listening to the screaming in the distance. She blasted out from the door and looked out confused on to the streets as the dead spotted her and began making their way to her direction. She pointed the gun and shot one out of her way and sped down the street anxiously hearing the struggling and rustling in the distance. She didn't care about who lived or died, her brother was one of those things now and escaping was all that mattered. She slid in to a curb right in to a crowd that awaited her. She screamed and ran in the other direction.

She desperately slid under a car with her gun and looked around as they surrounded her banging at the van she hid under. She wiped the tears from her eyes looking for an exit and sighed. She gripped the gun in her hand shoved it in to her mouth and pulled the trigger. The blast rung out in to the distance as her head dropped on to the ground, her eyes, still open, gazed ahead in horror. Annie and Neeson continued struggling as Neeson tried to mount her and she punched at him knocking him back. Greg and Raimi rushed up the steps and stopped looking out on to Carver's body as Rob tore in to his neck hungrily and looked up at them growling loudly. Raimi quickly drew his gun and blasted Rob in the head knocking him against the wall, "Come on!" Raimi screamed.

"Wait, Annie!" Greg screamed.

"There's no time!" Raimi replied pushing him back.

Annie and Neeson fought viciously as the dead quickly rose from the steps in to the light and scattered along the hall. Three of the walking corpses knelt down beside Carver and held his wrists biting in to them eating at him hungrily and groaning in pleasure. The groups stood up against the door and banged desperately listening to the commotion. As Neeson finally mounted her Annie squeezed her legs under his stomach and kicked him back. "I've been waiting for this…!" Annie muttered. She tore the pistol from her holster and shot him between the legs as he cried out in pain. Hands crashed through the door as growls echoed in the room and they grabbed at Neeson's body as he screamed out in surprise and horror reaching out to Annie. Annie holstered her gun, took his shotgun, grabbed her jeans and jumped on to the boxes.

Neeson cried out in the grips of the dead as they tore the door down. Annie anxiously bashed the vent open and squirmed into the vent. Neeson's body disappeared in to the crowd of the dead as his cries faded; the crowds of walking dead tearing in to him. Annie crawled through the vent panting heavily and lay on her back putting her pants back on and scampered along the vents hearing Greg and Raimi rush through the halls. She quickly crawled along the vent and looked down as the two rushed up, "Greg!" Annie whispered.

"Annie!" Greg whispered looking up, "Come on…!" Annie tore the vent off the top and slid down dropping on to the floor.

"We have to get out of here," Raimi urged as they ran down the hallway. Raimi opened a door and quickly closed it as they all sought shelter.

"I don't think they saw us come in here," Raimi whispered locking the door. Greg staggered with a groan as Annie helped him sit down in the corner. Greg coughed holding his stomach as the blood poured from his shirt, "You're hurt," Annie whimpered pressing her hand on to his stomach.

"I'm fine," Greg weakly assured her sweating heavily.

"What do I do?" Annie asked softly whimpering.

"This is it," Greg declared, "I'm packing it in."

"No…!" Annie whispered in tears, "You can't-you can't die. I need you."

"It's time to go," Greg joked holding his stomach.

"I," Annie whimpered, "I didn't mean it."

"What?" Greg asked weakly.

"About you," she explained, "going to hell."

"Oh...," he replied grunting. He forced a weak smile, "I forgot all about that."

"I never told you… you're the best thing that ever happened to me...," she confessed, "I'd be dead if it weren't for you."

"Me too...," he replied panting, "I love you... I loved all three of you." She nodded in tears unable to whimper and caressed his face with her shaking hands and cried out as he began fading away.

"Please don't leave me...," she pleaded softly, "I can't do it without you... I need you... please? For me?"

"It's not my choice," Greg replied, "You'll do fine... I'm sure of it. I promise."

She leaned down kissing him on the forehead and wiped the sweat from his face. "You know what to do," Greg proclaimed. Annie nodded as she held her mouth crying.

"No mercy… okay?" he asked sadly.

"No mercy," She replied whimpering. She pressed her foot against his chest, "Press down hard," Greg whispered weakly. She nodded and pointed the shotgun down at his face. There was a brief silence as a shattering blast rang out in the distance. Greg looked down saddened and slowly opened the door. Luckily they weren't discovered.

"We have to go," Raimi said patting her back, "They'll find us."

"Okay," Annie whispered wiping the tears from her eyes, "Come on."

They snuck out the room and quickly walked up as Annie closed the door behind her. Raimi walked up ahead as Annie walked in back sulking over her cruel deed thinking about Greg's body back there. She held her shotgun in her hand sighing as Raimi stood in front of her.

"You ready to blast off?" Raimi asked looking back.

"We're not going anywhere," she replied. A shot rang out echoing into the air and Raimi fell forward on to the ground before he could turn. He panted grunting in pain and turned on his back looking up in surprise as Annie stood over him with a grimace pointing her shotgun down at him. She quickly rushed to him and violently smacked his face with the handle of the shotgun as he grunted leaning his head back.

She knelt down as he groaned and began stripping him of his bullets, belts, holsters, guns and stood up wrapping the belt on her shoulder. "You fucking bitch… you fucking bitch," Raimi muttered spitting blood from his mouth. She took two steps back and blasted his knee as he cried out in pain. The knee exploded from his leg from the impact as she cocked it and shot the other knee cap as he cried out grabbing his leg.

"See how you like being left for the wolves, you godless motherfucker," she declared.

"You fucking bitch," he muttered as he coughed spitting blood. She stepped over him as he looked up with a smirk spitting blood from his mouth, both of his knees blasted badly from their joints. She turned looking over to him and whistled aloud instantly calling attention to two of the walking dead who turned slowly looking over at them.

She turned and rushed off as they made their way to Raimi who lay on the floor helpless and unable to escape. He sighed and laid his head back on the floor awaiting his fate. She cocked her shotgun and walked out in front of the building which was now in shambles, and she was all alone, and there was the "Midnight Rider" purring and prepped for her. She held up the shotgun and began climbing it as the dead walked around her. She looked out onto the sea of dead faces and patted the tank like a kitten,

"Alright you big bitch," she declared, "Let's get rollin'." She climbed to the top and jumped inside. She sealed the hatch down and walked over to the cock pit and stood by the controllers.

She looked down at the bag of guns, and left over supplies, and sighed heavily looking over to the quiet passenger area where she once sat with her friends and allies. She whimpered softly and wiped the tears from her eyes. For Greg, Iris, and Rob, she had to keep on. She revved up the engine and began pressing on, equipped with a brand new behemoth, ready to stomp on some shit heads.

THE END…

… Coming Soon: The Dead Chronicles, Part Three: Eve of Destruction – A familiar face happens upon the beach and is discovered by a military squad, but is she safe? And a group of people are stuck in a library in the middle of the carnage.

Disclaimer: Author Felix Vasquez does not own the rights to Dawn of the Dead or the concept. Characters, scenarios, and "The Dead Chronicles" are a copyright of Felix Vasquez.