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Strand clapped his hands lightly, drawing everyone's attention. "Now that we've all introduced ourselves," he said smoothly, "let's make a plan for what we should do next."
Madison was the first to speak. "We should head into the desert," she suggested. "The population's low out there. Fewer people means fewer infected."
The rest of the group stayed silent, weighing her words—until Daniel spoke up. He glanced directly at me.
"How about we go with Alex?" he said. "He told me earlier that he knows a safe place."
All eyes turned toward me.
"Yeah," Travis added, "about what you said earlier…"
I gave a slow nod. "I meant every word. I do know a place—but it's in Florida."
At my words, the group went quiet. The distance alone was enough to make the idea seem impossible.
"So the only problem we have," Daniel said, "is figuring out how to get there, right?"
"Yes," I replied, "and if possible, we should travel by sea. That's what someone I trust told me to do."
"Someone?" Madison asked, curiosity sparking in her eyes.
The others looked at me, waiting.
"Yeah," I said. "A man who prepared for something like this long before it happened. If anyone knows how to stay alive, it's him."
"Are you sure it's safe?" Nick asked, skepticism dripping from his tone.
"I'm sure," I said, my voice steady. "Knowing him, he'll have everything ready."
There was a pause, then Victor Strand stepped forward with that sly, unshakable confidence of his. "I might have a solution to that," he said.
Everyone looked at him.
"Follow me," he added with a faint smile.
Without further discussion, we headed for our respective cars and fell in behind Strand's vehicle. The convoy moved quickly, engines humming as we left the canal road behind.
After a while, we pulled up to a villa overlooking the ocean. In the distance, shimmering under the fading light, was a sleek white yacht.
Strand got out first, gesturing toward the water. "That," he said proudly, "is our ride—the Abigail."
Victor's POV
It was… awkward, to say the least. The man—Alex—and his family were now traveling alongside me, Nick, and the others. Fate has a strange sense of humor. Out of all the people to run into in this madness, it had to be him.
I'd offered him an apology earlier—a formality, really. Not out of guilt, but to lower his guard. Words are my trade, and sometimes the right ones can open more doors than a crowbar.
We'd gone through the introductions, but what caught my interest was Alex's mention of a "safe place" run by some mysterious man. I couldn't help but be curious. Who was this person he trusted so much?
Of course, I already had a safe place of my own in mind. But if I'm being honest, I wasn't exactly welcome there—not with her still around. So before I made any calls to Luis or set foot anywhere familiar, I needed to check this new location out for myself.
If it proved secure, I could stay there for a while. And if not… well, I always have other options.
Sorry, Thomas, I thought silently. Plans change.
Still, what Alex had said back in the arena… the way he'd carried himself… maybe there was more truth to his words than I'd first assumed.
And that, more than anything, intrigued me.
Alex's POV
It was almost night when we finally arrived. Victor already had a small boat ready to take us out to the yacht. While the others began moving supplies, I stayed close to my family—especially my daughter, Angel.
She'd been unusually quiet during the ride, her eyes fixed on the horizon as if searching for something she couldn't name.
"Father… are we gonna be okay?" she finally asked, her small voice carrying more fear than she probably meant to show.
Leah glanced at me, worry flickering in her eyes. I took Angel's hand gently, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "It's gonna be fine," I told her. "Once we reach that place, we'll be safe."
My son, Ray, seemed to be adjusting far better to this new world—quiet, observant, but adaptable. It was both a relief and a concern.
Then—bang!
A gunshot split the air.
I turned to Leah. "Stay here with Ray," I said firmly. "Don't move until I get back."
Moving quickly, I followed the sound, keeping low. That's when I saw Travis's son, Chris, running—tears streaking down his face. He passed me without a word, disappearing toward the shore.
Something caught my eye near one of the large rocks. I approached cautiously… and froze.
It was Liza. Travis's ex-wife. Lifeless.
A few steps away, Travis was on his knees, shaking, his face buried in his hands. Madison knelt beside him, holding him tightly, whispering something I couldn't hear.
The sight of Liza's body sent a chill down my spine. I didn't need anyone to explain what happened. She must have been bitten.
I didn't know exactly how this sickness spread—not fully—but I'd seen enough to know that a bite meant death… followed by something far worse.
Travis must have pulled the trigger himself, and Chris… poor kid… he'd witnessed it all.
I let out a quiet sigh. I hope that never happens to me or my family.
No—hope wasn't enough. I would make sure of it.
Whatever it took.
By the time night fell, some of us were already on the small boat. Nick was at the helm, steering us toward the yacht while Victor prepared it for departure. The plan was to move the supplies over first, then get everyone aboard.
That's when it happened.
From the darkness, the "crazies" burst out—scattered shapes moving in all directions, but every single one of them seemed to be converging on us.
I already had my weapon in hand—my katana, the same one I'd found while scavenging the villa across from Victor's. My son, Ray, stood beside me with a machete we'd found in the same place. His grip was tight, his eyes sharp.
"Stay close," I told him.
The first one came at me, and I swung—clean slash across the torso. Beside me, Ray swung his machete into another attacker. They stumbled back, but to my shock, they started getting up again.
"Hurry up!" I shouted toward Madison and Travis, who were still hauling supplies.
"We're almost—" Travis began, but I cut him off.
"Just leave it!"
They dropped the supplies without another word and bolted for the boat.
I was relieved to see Leah and Angel already safe aboard the yacht, watching from the railing with wide eyes.
Another "crazy" lunged for me. I sidestepped and slashed low, taking its legs out from under it. Then I grabbed Ray's shoulder, pulling him toward the boat.
One more came from my right. This time, I swung for the head. The blade cut clean, and the body collapsed instantly—no movement, no twitch.
So… the head. That's the weakness.
I didn't waste time thinking about it. I just kept moving.
We reached the boat and clambered aboard. Nick pushed the throttle, and we cut through the dark waters toward the yacht.
When we finally climbed up onto the deck, Leah pulled me and Ray into a tight embrace. Angel was crying softly as she wrapped her arms around us.
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