The sound of gunshots filled the air as a group of nine

survivors found themselves outnumbered and

surrounded by a group of the Biters that picked them

off almost one at a time as a woman with short red

hair fired a pistol into the crowd of Biters along with a

bald man while and elderly woman and young boy

stood behind them.

"We're trapped." said an elderly woman as a Biter went

to take a bite out of her it was stopped by the

redheaded woman who shot the creature in the side of

the head before returning to shooting while another

woman with long brown colored hair tied into a ponytail

scanned the area for place to hide.

"Heather did you find anything?" asked the woman as

she continued to shoot.

"No now shut up Rachel and keep shooting." said the

brown haired woman as she continued to find a

location just as the redhead went to reload her gun but

failed to notice a Biter that was inches away from

taking a chunk of flesh from her neck as she froze in

terror before watching the creature fall to the ground

with a knife sticking out of its forehead.

"What the-!" started the woman as she turned her head

along with the others to watch as a hooded figure

moved past her.

"Who the is that?" asked a skinny elderly man with

a short graying hair as he watched Mark reach into his

back pocket before pulling out a tear gas canister and

throwing it into the herd of Biters as the group watched

as smoke started to surround the creatures as a smile

spread across Mark's masked face as he turned around

and pulled his knife from the Biters head as the group

looked at him with wide eyes.

"Follow me if you want to live." said Mark as he re-

sheathed his knife before beginning to run down the

street with the group of survivors following them just as

the tear gas started to fade from the view of the Biters

as they looked around for the disappearing meals

before going back to lumbering around as Mark took a

seat on the counter of the bar while watched the men

from the group move a pool table in front of the door

while the redhead haired woman looked out of one of

the grated window.

"That was too close." said the teenage boy as he took

a deep breath before pressing his back against the

wall.

"We wouldn't have been in that mess if it wasn't for

you running your damn mouth." said the well muscled

bald man as Mark eyed the group with interesting eyes

while his mouth and nose remained hidden behind his

mask.

"Calm down Hank." said the redheaded haired woman

as she eyed man with anger in her eyes.

"You're just at fault little miss trigger finger." said the

man as Mark rolled his eyes before looking into his

backpack and giving a low groan just as the group got

into a chorus of yells that was bound to earn the

attention of the dead as Mark noticed the redhead on

the side with the skinny teenager and the elderly man

while the muscled man and the brown haired woman

argued with them and the elderly woman stood along

the side with the child as Mark noticed he was only a

young boy no older than nine before rolling his eyes.

" Damn that was my last tear gas canister !" thought

Mark as he tried to ignore the screams coming from

the people to no avail as he stepped off the counter.

"Hey we should be thanking that guy for saving us not

arguing." said the teenager as he turned his head to

look at the counter he noticed the empty space.

"Where did he go?" asked the redheaded woman as she

looked around the bar before hearing a noise as they

watched Mark emerge from the men's restroom with an

anger in his eyes.

"Damn gated windows." said Mark as he turned his

head and noticed the group of people staring at him.

"The y'all looking at?" asked Mark as he eyed the

group.

"Were you trying to leave us here?" asked the brown

haired woman.

"Oh no I wasn't trying to sneak out the men's

bathroom window while you guys were busy screaming

your heads off." replied a sarcastic Mark as the woman

rolled her eyes.

"No need to be a about it." replied the brown

haired woman with venom in her voice as the group

eyed Mark.

"Being a is the understatement the yelling drew a

few of them into the back alley so we aren't going

anywhere for a while." said Mark as he took a seat on

the table just as the group watched him.

"Who are you?" asked the well muscled bald man as he

pointed his Shotgun at Mark's masked face earning an

angry look from Mark as he eyed the man.

"I save your life and this is the thanks I get?" asked

Mark.

"Don't feel bad we need to know if you're a threat."

said the brown haired woman as Mark rolled his eyes.

"Fair enough!" said Mark as he pulled his hood from off

of his head revealing his black hair and pulled his mask

from over his mouth revealing a small amount of chin

hair as the brown haired woman looked at Mark in

udder disbelief.

"I know who you are." said the woman as Mark eyed

her with confused eyes.

"You're the guy that saved our lives in Philadelphia."

said the woman as the skinny teem nodded his head in

agreement.

"Yeah you're the guy that blowup that car." said the

teen as Mark lowered his head at the thoughts of

killing his friend in the process before he heard the

familiar cocking of a Shotgun as he looked up at the

well muscled man who had his gun pointed at him with

anger in his eyes.

"Hank what are you doing?" asked the skinny teen as

Mark eyed the man with anger in his eyes.

"Doing what you all are afraid to do, now hand over

your weapons and that bag." said the man as he kept

his gun to Mark's head.

"What are you doing, we can't rob this man he saved

all our lives twice." said the brown haired woman.

"Doesn't matter we can't trust him, we barely know

him." said Hank.

"We know he isn't a threat Hank. If he was he wouldn't

have saved our lives back there." said the elderly man

as Hank continued to eye Mark with anger in his eyes

as Mark took a deep breath before rising off the table.

"Don't move!" said Hank as Mark looked at him with

anger in his eyes.

"Don't do this a kid , there's a child in here." said the

elderly woman as Mark reached into his back pocket

before tossing his gun and his knife to the floor of the

bar as a smile spread across the man face.

"Now hand over the bag." said the man as Mark

grabbed a hold of his bag he quickly tossed it over

towards Hank's feet before rushing him and grabbing a

hold of his gun and kneeing the man below the belt

causing him to lurch forward as Mark grabbed a hold of

the back of the man's head before slamming it against

the edge of the table with enough force to cause the

man's head to bleed as he picked up the man's

Shotgun before pointing it at his head as the group of

people tried to talk him out of pulling the trigger as he

eyed them with an angry look on his face.

"I don't like being threatened." said Mark as he unload

the shells from the Shotgun before setting it on the

counter top as he picked up his knife and gun before

eyeing the group.

"Jesus!" said the brown haired woman as she rushed

to the side of Hank.

"Little word of advice we're gonna be stuck here for a

while and the more noise you make the more you

attract. Now if you don't mind I'll be spending that

time in the back alone." said Mark as he jumped over

the counter of the bar before making his way into the

back.

" Just what I need a dysfunctionalband of arguing

s and to make it worse one of them is a Cobra ."

thought Mark as he remembered the angry look on the

face of Hank while the thought of his current situation

worked its way into his mind as he pressed his back up

against the wall of the room while a million thoughts

ran through his head almost like a locomotive as

minutes turned to hours before Mark felt the urge to

sleep wash over him as he quickly dosed off.

"Hey buddy wake up buddy." came a somewhat familiar

voice as Mark opened his eyes and noticed the elderly

man, woman, and the young boy looking at him with

mixed expressions as Mark stretched himself out.

"How long have I been out?" asked Mark.

"About a few hours you looked almost peaceful." said

the man as Mark rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

"Three days of no sleep will do that to you." said Mark

as he eyed the man.

"Yeah, mister on behalf of our family we came in here

to thank you. If it wasn't for your help in Philly I doubt

any of us would have gotten out of there alive." said

the man as Mark nodded his head.

"Don't worry yourselves about that it was the right

thing to do." said Mark earning a nod from the group.

"Can we have your name?" asked the elderly man as

Mark nodded his head.

"Marcus my friend call me Mark though." said Mark

earning a nod from the man.

"It's nice to meet you Mark the names Dav