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It was a dark and cold morning. The sun hadn't yet risen over the sky to illuminate the foggy streets filled with lumbering dead. Demetrius, looking at the last few provisions in his sack, decided today was the day he set off for that safe haven... Angel Island.

Demetrius gathered his things about him, a bag of potato chips, a small pillow, a leather man pocket knife, two bottles of water, and his AK-47 and the last two clips of ammo. With everything in order and safely packed away in his backpack he carefully crept to the side of the Ghirardelli square rooftop and peered over the side. In the plaza below he could see faintly moving figures shambling about in the fog. I could make it in this fog, the docks are only a block away Demetrius thought to himself. Checking his surroundings one last time Demetrius went over to the engineer's access ladder that let him down into a small alcove on the far side of the plaza. Once on the ground he proceeded towards the stair case about fifty yards ahead to his left. He was careful not to make a sound as he crept along, checking behind, to the left, to the right, ahead... every direction possible for zombies that may have discovered him. Demetrius was lucky however and managed to get to the stairway undetected where he then crept down the concrete steps as quietly as possible, though unable to stifle the slight echo as his foot touched down on each step. He only had ten more steps to go, nine, eight... and then he heard the groan. The sound reverberated eerily down the stairway after him and was followed by the dull echoing thunk of a dead weight step.
..."s**t"

Demetrius took off at a tearing speed into the street before him. He didn't even bother to look back up the stairwell behind him as he ran across the street and headed to his right at breakneck pace. Through the fog on either side of him he could see zombies shuddering along in their stiff way, moaning and wailing as he passed. He had been running for a minute straight now and he was just coming up on the Trolley car depot. Just a little further... He tore around the corner heading left from the depot and straight for the docked boats along the fisherman's wharf. A few more zombies appeared in front of him, he juked around them nearly falling in the process. As he spun around trying to catch himself he saw what was behind him, a hoard of zombies had started to follow him as he ran by. Like puppies lost and cold they followed him, only their intent was benevolent. Demetrius staggered the last few yards to the wooden railing over the docks where the salty air caught his nose and stung his eyes. Demetrius leaped over the railing and dropped the ten feet onto the deck of a fishing boat. He scrambled to the wheel where he hot-wired the boat and started to get the engine to kick up and start. The boat rocked violently as a zombie cascaded over the wooden railings above and landed sickeningly on the deck, a puddle of black blood forming around it. Demetrius finally got the boat going and was well on his way when he heard a few more splashes behind him as zombies attempted to board. Demetrius laughed a little as he kicked the boat into the next gear up and began to make a wake behind himself. He narrowly dodged another docked boat in his haste to get free of the docks and out into the open water of the bay. Once clear he rested easier and set his course for Angel Island, it would take around a half hour with the tide going the way it was and with it being a rather cumbersome fishing boat. Demetrius decided to relax a bit from the previous exertion and turned around to look back at the city. By now the sun had slightly risen and the fog was clearing to reveal the Ghirardelli sign on top of the roof he had been calling home for the past few weeks. He sighed with relief, but too soon, the zombie thought dead that had leaped off the railing in pursuit of Demetrius had begun to stir and was in the process of lifting itself up towards Demetrius' outstretched legs. Demetrius, panic stricken, made for his AK-47 and blew out the face of the, now completely dead, zombie.
"God... why wont this all just go away... why...?"

It was around 10:00 am by the time Demetrius had reached the shallower depths of Angel Island. While he thought there to be survivors on this Island Demetrius wanted to be absolutely sure so he toured the boat around the Island blowing his horn the whole time. His feat failed to bring forth any zombies, good, but it also failed to bring forth an survivors...
The pang of depression that overwhelmed Demetrius at the thought of being alone in all this mess was just too much. He cut the engine and laid himself to sleep under the cover of a tarp he had found in the hold. As Demetrius drifted off to sleep he muttered to himself

"When hell has no more room... the dead will walk the earth..."

As Demetrius came to he just lay there suddenly aware of a presence next to him. He was scared stiff, was it one of them sniffing him out before biting down into him. He built up his nerve and looked over, expecting dead cold eyes to be staring back. Instead he saw a girl. She had a ragged and dirty look about her, she also looked underfed and sleep deprived.

"where'd you come from?" Demetrius said aloud to himself. Demetrius reached over to his backpack and pulled out the bag of potato chips and set it next to this strange girl. "There you go"
Then Demetrius took himself over to the far end of the boat and slept under a pile of fishing nets not wanting to disturb this strange newcomer into his private hell.

Demetrius awoke what felt like days later but then he realized it had only been a few minutes. The strange girl who had been sleeping earlier was awake now, and she was standing over Demetrius with the bag of chips in hand. Demetrius' eyes followed her from the floor where he lay. His eyes traced up her legs along her torso and finally into her face. It was good to finally have someone else who wasn't trying to kill him.

Demetrius sat up looking into her eyes as she offered the chips back to him.
"Sure, we can share them, but I think we should really search for more food first. Here finish that bag and we can share the next thing we find, ok?"