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As our survivors sit and talk someone mentions a fact no one has asked for some time. THat someone being the chronocally pesamistic Nick, " We heard a radio broadcast that led us to Sacramento. When we finally found what and where it was, it almost killed us. Now we are following the instructions that were left with it. Is anyone else beginning to have doubts about any of this. It seems that every time we call for help on a radio, we end up in hordes and special infected that would rather turn us into a meal rather than see us escape. How do we know now that we aren't being set up yet again."

"Nick would you kindly shut the hell up?" Ellis looks over his traveling companion and shakes his head, " If there were no help why was the radio still broadcasting?"

"Because it stays on a loop and will play untill the radio dies or the power runs out. Did you not think that smart guy?" Snaps Nick.

Coach looks over at both and says "It all can't be gone, someone somewhere has survived and is safe. Can we please just concentrate on that and work to get there too?"

"Thank you Father Coach for that moving but ridiculous speech. It's time we all just accept the fact that we may be the only people left on Earth."

"If that's the case then God sure missed on all of you," joked Rochelle.

"Let us follow the aquaduct south and see if we can't find someone or something to get our minds off of the everything else. I may be able to forget everything else, but I can't forget the Burger Tanks we have passed." Coach said, rubbing his stomach and licking his lips at the memory of burgar tank.

"Great, now the big guy is crying for burgers. First he wished for a chocolate helicopter now he wants a town made up solely of Burger Tanks. Coach, I have a recommendation for you, Should this ever get back to normal try teaching your team how to eat properly to build muscle, then maybe your team will win a game!"

"Ellis, you and Rochelle can both kiss my win-loss record." The trek farther south looms as dawn breaks.