A group of survivors

For a long time, they had all struggled to survive and now about six months had passed quietly since they had taken the prison. 

The base in the suburbs of Atlanta was on maximum movement because they received signals that a shelter not far from their position had been overrun with walkers, but still the distance was considerable and not many survivors were expected to be saved. 

While everyone was on the move, some were screaming in numerous places, it could now be said that a small part of Atlanta had been secured by the S.C.T. community and is constantly expanding as materials were obtained and important factories were secured for the sustenance of important resources. 

Still, many of the people of Airon rushed out to help as many people as possible in this situation, after all that was the only thing to do. 

At a race in the suburbs of Georgia, a group of survivors were running in a panic because of everything they had just experienced a moment ago. 

This is a small group of six people, three men and three women, all of them in dirty clothes and ragged, their faces had different expressions that showed what they were feeling right now. 

They knew very well that nobody cared about this kind of thing right now, because a large number of walkers were following right behind them. On both sides of the road, there were also a large number of scattered walkers joining the group that was following them.　　 

One woman running at the front of the group finally lost her pace and fell to the ground, seeing that several people around her immediately came over to pick the woman up and supported her to keep running forward. 

"Ouch, I can't do it anymore, please let me go! I really can't run anymore, if we keep going at this pace we'll all die." 

The woman had felt that her foot had twisted, and now she could no longer keep up with the original pace, when she felt this tears begin to spill from her eyes, feeling really bad about what had happened. 

"Keep running Jazmín , if you stop now you will die! Keep running!" shouted the man helping Jazmín  as he kept running. 

Although they were all exhausted, the desire to live still made them keep running without stopping despite their difficulties. At that moment, a young man leading the group suddenly shouted and pointed out, "We have to get into the forest, this place is too dangerous and at this rate we will never get away from the walkers. We have to take a detour, now we have to go in." 

After speaking, the young man raised the machete in his hand, took the lead, and went into the nearby forest. On the way, seeing a walker nearby, he raised his machete and sliced that walker's head off in their direction and looked around intently almost instantly, only to find more and more walkers coming from all directions towards them. .

"Ramon! There are too many walkers ahead of us, we can't take this patiently, for now let's go back where we came from!" A young woman behind Ramon advised while holding her machete tightly. 

In this situation, Ramon was already at the limit of his strength and that was because he had not eaten. Running at this pace for a long time had drained all the strength from her body, and the dizziness along with the collapse of his body suddenly hit him, and all he could do now is gasp. 

At this moment, two men were helping a Jazmin with a sprained ankle behind them, right behind the whole group was a girl who was also holding a knife at this moment, but it seemed that she could barely hold it properly. 

Seeing that the boy at the head of the group stopped, the four people following behind him also stopped to look to see what had happened.

"Ramon, why don't we keep moving forward?" A man carrying Jazmín  asked him in an anxious voice when he saw that Ramon was not continuing to move forward. 

Hearing this, Ramon smiled bitterly and indicated to everyone to look around so they would understand what was going on. Before they could all realize it, many walkers were still moving through the trees around them. 　　 

The forest was deep, but in their difficulties and evidently weariness it was impossible for them to get safely out of this danger. There were large trees, but no one could think of a quick solution. 

"Damn fool, Ramon! We all followed you and looked where we ended up, now we're dead because of you!" Shouted a man with an anxious expression as he saw that they had no way out. 

Ramon felt the strength in his hands go away, the blood in his whole body went cold and his heart began to beat strongly, releasing the machete in his hand. In desperation, the only thing he did was to sit on the ground, without responding to the voices that accused him. 

Jazmin who was being supported, seeing that Ramon had surrendered, walked with difficulty and grabbed him by the neck while shouting fiercely: "Damn idiot, are you just giving up? We all agreed to survive to the end, get your fucking ass off the ground this instant and fight the walkers." 　 

"Jazmín , stop this instant, what's the use of fighting now?" 　 

The other boy who had been helping Jazmín  also spoke up at this point, he looked around first and pointed to where there were fewer walkers. "Let's stop arguing! In that direction there are very few walkers, let's run in that direction, we might have a hope of getting out alive if we start moving now." 

Right now, there was a hope of getting out alive in front of them, and they all wanted to hold on to that hope however they could. A powerful force came out of nowhere within all the people who had already started to give up, they moved again and ran towards the direction that had been pointed out. 

"Crack!" 

"Ahhhh! You can go to hell you bastard!" 

"Argh!" 

The few people tried their best to knock down a dozen more walkers angrily, but soon found that the walkers were getting thicker and blocking the way forward. 

The few people had no more strength, and the six made a circle as they stopped, planning to take a few more walkers with them before they died. 

"Ahhhhhhh!" 

Just as Ramon let out a scream full of strength, raised his machete to finish off the walker that had approached their direction, a burst of gunfire could be heard far away in the forest, the gunfire was very dense, and should be a large group of people shooting at the same time.　 

Everyone was surprised and gathered as much as they could to avoid being hurt by anything, but soon they all discovered that the walkers coming towards them burst into a cloud of blood over their heads and then fell to the ground one by one. 

In less than a minute, over a hundred walkers had been wiped out and they lasted no more than ten breaths on their feet. 

The small group of six looked in the direction of the gunfire, and what they saw was a group of soldiers in their military uniforms and helmets with masks walking towards them. 

Seeing these men who were not so common today, the leader was a tall, white skinned man!

The leader looked at all the walkers on the ground and then looked at the group, picked up the ratty one on his vest and pressed the button to communicate, "Central! This is the captain of scout squad nine, we are encountering a group of survivors with six members, apparently all are in top condition!" 

"Zz... This is central, roger that! Captain, you and squad nine return safely to base." 

"Zz... Roger that Central!" 

The man stepped forward, stopped at a distance of five meters from them, looked intently at the six distressed figures and said lightly, "If you want to live, you must all drop your weapons and follow us!" 

The military men all had a very striking bandanna on their left arm, there were two very strange but clearly visible lines in addition to their S.C.T. syllables.