Mustang managed to get only one other female to come with us.

‘I want to live,’ she had said.

So now, the seven of us were moving as fast as we could but still trying to lay low, so we weren’t seen or heard.

The scent of the food we brought for Mia, or our own smell wasn’t a problem since the zombie only followed the smell of blood.

I gave a laugh, seeing the closed gate of the cruise port up head and security with guns pointed at any coming zombie.

There were only a few people outside, waiting for the gates to be opened so they could get in.

Maybe fifteen, there was a lady and two children, along with an old couple and the rest just looked like bad news.

I knew the saying went to not judge a book by its cover, but these men spelt trouble, with their long guns and gruff looks.

‘’Please leave your weapons in the basket,’’ one of the guards said.

‘’But I need it to protect myself,’’ the man said.

‘’You won’t need it any longer, you will be in a safe area. So again, please leave your gun

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