Whenever I check my phone and see these amazing reviews, it makes my day! Thank you guys so much There's not a new NCIS this week, but The Walking Dead premiered! It was so intense! Sorry I haven't updated lately. I've had a lot of homework and the PSAT was today. I'm trying! Okay, back to the story!

Chapter 3

"I wipe my brow

And I sweat my rust"

"How did she…become one of them?"

McGee hadn't stopped asking about Abby since they left. It was getting on Tony's last nerve. He didn't want to listen to his friend go through some kind of denial while his other hadn't said a word.

The trio made their way back to Tony's apartment by taking the back roads. Everywhere else was filled with crazy people and undead people.

"Shit, I dropped my keys somewhere back there," Tony barely got the sentence out before Ziva busted the door open. She didn't even bother to pick the lock. Tony's door (now split in half down the middle) fell into the apartment. Other than McGee jumping a little, no one reacted. The crazy old lady in the apartment next door never came out to scold, because no one was there. There was no one anywhere. Just ghosts.

"Here, take these duffels. Food and water in one and guns and ammo in another. I've got enough clothes for me and McGee, and I think Ziva left some over here too," Tony turned to go to his bedroom when Ziva grabbed his arm.

"Where are we going?" Her voice was hoarse. Her eyes were still dark, but something had changed in her expression. Hope, maybe.

Tony shrugged, "I dunno…South. We'll hit the CDC. We need to get out of the big cities. Too populated."

That satisfied Ziva for now. She nodded and headed towards Tony's gun collection.

"We should stop at my house first. I have more weapons," She sighed.

McGee was stacking all of the cans he could find, but there weren't many. "Hopefully more food, too."

Three full duffel bags were set down in the living room. All three were heavy. There was no way they would make it far with these weighing them down. They needed another plan.

"This is illegal."

"So is shooting people."

"Tony, don't you think this is a little too much?"

Tony couldn't answer back because he was siphoning gas for the seventh time. The trunk of the stolen SUV was filled to the top with extra gas filled containers.

After hitting Ziva's apartment to get more food and weapons, they were off on the trip to Georgia. Tony was the first to drive while Ziva slept in the backseat and McGee tried to get any contact with the rest of the world via CB radio (found at Ziva's house), half-dead cellphone, and regular radio. Nothing. The networks were down. No one was on the CB. Just a recorded message on all radio stations. They were in the dark.

"Tony! I have a signal! Stop the car," McGee's face was lit up by the cellular screen. They've been driving for several hours and night was started to fall.

Tony slammed on the brakes causing Ziva to fall forward off the backseat with an "oomph."

"Contact someone! See what's going on!"

"No, Tony. I'd rather check my Facebook and tweet about the apocalypse," Tony just glared.

"You should be a little more respectful to someone who saved you from a burning building full of cannibals," There was no joking in Tony's tone. He was tired from driving and exhausted from the day's events.

"Tony, get out of the car. I'll drive while you get some sleep."

"No thanks, Zee-vah. I would like to stay alive a little bit longer."

McGee stepped out of the car in order to hear the other line. It was a weak signal, but more than they've had for a while.

Tony and Ziva were still arguing when McGee got in and slammed the car door closed.

"Signal lost. Called 911, but there was just a recording telling me to stay put and help will be on the way. Bullshit."

McGee and Tony switched seats, and after more arguing, Tony and Ziva switched seats. Ziva sat in the passenger seat and tried to read the road map that had been stored away in the glove compartment by the previous owner. Along with a few flashlights, guns, and CDs.

The drive to Georgia took a day and a half with no stops. Well, one stop. They pulled over to a Wal-Mart in North Carolina. The world was really going to shit at this point. The only people in the Wal-Mart weren't really people at all.

Ziva walked right up to one of them and shoved a knife into its neck. The monster simply staggered back a few inches, then kept coming. Tony whipped out his gun and shot it in the head seconds before it took a bite of Ziva's arm.

"Gotta be the head. Probably the brain."

Ziva took her knife out of the corpse and tried to stab the next one in the head. It took a few seconds to free the knife, and evidently Tony rang the dinner bell when he fired that shot. She had to start stabbing them in eye in order to get the knife out quickly.

"Knives never run out of bullets."

"Yeah, ok," Tony continued to shoot every walker in the Wal-Mart.

"Tony, stop! We're going to run out of ammo!"

"We'll be fine as long as McScaredy pants decides to help take out these zombies."

McGee was about to be sick. He had gotten over shooting actual living people, but this was something different. It was just gross.

"Come on, let's just loot. With all that noise this place is about to get as crowded as it does on Christmas Eve," Ziva took off towards the gun section before spinning around. "Oh, and somebody get a portable DVD player or something. If I have to hear Tony complaining one more time…"

They all ran in different directions, but little did they know, they were not alone.

Dun dun dunnnn… Ok, sorry that I actually didn't end up referencing TWD in this chapter, but it started getting really long, so that will have to wait till next chapter. Review! Thanks!