At that moment, I noticed the RV had started to slow down. Turning to look out the window, I could see we had turned off the highway and were driving through a small town, so I unbuckled my belt and walked over to the driver's cabin.

"Petrol." Said Wyatt as I leaned against the back of the driver's seat, as though he knew what I was thinking.

"Better wake up Jo. We'll run in and grab more food and anything else we find while Wyatt fills it up." Added Ben.

"Cool. Do you think it's safe here?" I asked, looking through the windshield for any signs of danger.

It seemed a long main street and a few houses scattered around the area was all that made up this tiny town. I could see it had not escaped the wrath of the infection; with dozens of devoured corpses strewn along the road and sidewalks and a few shop windows smashed in, the havoc looked recent.

"Not sure. We'll have to be quick, and careful." Answered Wyatt, looking at me in the rear view mirror.

I nodded and stepped back towards the dining area to wake Jo.

Slowly, we rolled into the local petrol station, glancing around suspiciously for any movement. Squinting to see through the broken windows of the station store, I couldn't see anyone inside. Wyatt pulled into the station and for a moment we sat in silence, listening closely.

"Ok. Let's hurry." Said Wyatt as he opened his door and stepped outside.

We quickly climbed out of the motorhome and made our way over to the store, peering through the windows carefully before entering.

"I think I see a crowbar behind the counter." Said Jo as we entered, the bell ringing as the door swung open and closed behind us.

Ben ran straight over to the snack foods, ripping open a packet of potato chips, while Jo ran behind the counter to get the crowbar.

"Just grab everything, we don't know how long will be in hiding for." I said as I picked up an empty milk crate and started packing it with bottles of water and snack foods.

Even though we had many packets of dehydrated meals packed away in the RV, I wanted to gather as much food as we could. While potato chips and chocolate bars weren't the healthiest options, they would at least bring a bit of normalcy to our lives while we hide out in Cairns.

Preparing to pick up the crate to take it back to the RV, I paused when I saw Jo down the aisle. She stood frozen and slack-jawed, clutching the crowbar so tight her knuckles had turned white as she stared wide-eyed out the window.

"Jo?" I asked, following her gaze.

I could see Wyatt standing by the motorhome, holding the petrol hose as it filled it up.

I shifted my gaze behind him and gasped.

What I saw in the distance made me jump to my feet, with fear tightening my chest.

Three sickly grey zombies were lurking up behind him.

"Wyatt! Run!" I screamed, but it was too late.

One was already about to launch itself on him.

Chapter Sixteen.

I pulled my hunting knife out of my jeans pocket and leapt through the broken window, running as fast as I could towards the motorhome.

My screams alerted Wyatt to the danger and he spun around, ducking just in time as the hollow creature pounced towards him.

Rushing around the RV, I pushed Wyatt out of the way as I began slashing furiously at the zombie, hacking it's head clean off.

Wyatt fell to the ground, his knife sliding under the motorhome and out of reach.

The other two growled menacingly as they edged closer, their glazed eyes hungry for our warm, juicy flesh.

I tried not to panic, but I knew with only one knife between the two of us, we needed to act fast.

I looked down at the dicapitated head still spinning at my feet, its jaw mindlessly biting at the air.

I picked it up by the hair and forcefully threw it at the second zombie, its neck snapping back as it hit it in the face, causing it to fall backwards.

I braced myself, my heart pounding as the third zombie ran towards me, drool dripping from its blood stained lips.

In the corner of my eye, I saw the glint of something sharp sitting on the dashboard of the motorhome.

The axe!

"Wyatt! Here!" I said as I handed him my knife.

I jumped onto the step of the RV and swung the passenger door open, reaching for the axe.

I screamed as I felt something grab hold of my leg, and turned to see the mangled face of a zombie. Half of its jaw had been ripped off, leaving it hanging only by a few exposed muscles. It clutched to my ankle as it crawled out from under the RV, using my leg to pull itself up.

"Eva!" Wyatt called as he kicked the other zombie down to the ground and thrust the knife into its skull in a loud crunch.

I snatched the axe from the dashboard just as the disfigured zombie pulled me through the door and slammed me onto the concrete. I groaned in pain as my head hit the ground hard. Before I could move out of the way, the hideous creature let out a loud screech and jumped on top of me, pinning me down by my arms.

"No!" I yelled as I felt its top teeth pressing against the bare skin of my shoulder.

Luckily, its semi-attached jaw meant it couldn't bite down or pierce my skin.

Wyatt ran over and jumped on its back, gouging its eyes out as it tried furiously to latch onto my skin.

He wrapped his arms around the zombie, allowing me to wriggle free.

Nodding at me to use my axe, Wyatt pulled the creatures' head back by the eyes, exposing its decaying neck.

I held the axe over my head and swung it sideways, slicing through the dry, rotting skin. I could see the head was still hanging by some muscle, flopping around but still attached.

I swung the axe again, this time sending the head flying into the air and cracking multiple times as it bounced along the road.

Wyatt held out his hand to help me up, but the zombie I hit with the decapitated head before had returned.

It launched itself onto Wyatt, causing them both to fall to the ground next to me.

I jumped to my feet and grabbed the zombie by the neck just before it bit into Wyatt's back.

"Hold it still!" I yelled, as I held its hair with one hand and readied my axe with the other.

Wyatt rolled onto his back, grabbed the monsters' arms and kept it still while I slammed the sharp axe into its skull.

Once I pulled the axe out of its slit open head, I kicked the creature off of Wyatt.

Looking around, I breathed a sigh of relief to see we had killed them all. I fell to the ground next to Wyatt as we both caught our breath.

Without saying a word, he grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me into him, hugging me tight. I closed my eyes and rested my head against his shoulder, grateful to be alive and in his arms.

The thought of almost losing him spiralled through my mind. As he held me close, I realised I couldn't wait any longer. Our time together could be cut violently short at any second.

This is my moment, I thought as I stood up.

I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him onto his feet.

No more waiting. I'm making this my moment.

Still holding on to his shirt, I drew him in close so that our lips were only centimetres apart.

Looking up at him, I saw passion and fire in his green eyes.

He looked into my eyes and smiled before he closed the gap between us, kissing me fervently.

A sense of desperation sparked in the way he kissed me, as though he knew, just as I did, that this first kiss could also be our last.

My heart pounded in my chest, but for the first time today, it wasn't out of fear. As Wyatt ran his fingers through my hair, it seemed as though everything around us just disappeared. In this electric moment the moment I had been waiting for we were untouchable.

After what seemed like a beautiful eternity, our lips parted and I fell back down to reality.

"Are you okay?" I asked, running my fingers down his cheek as my eyes searched his face and neck for injuries.

Wyatt patted himself down, making sure all his limbs were still intact.

"Yep!" He grinned, taking me by the hand.

"Are you guys okay?" I heard Jo yell as she and Ben emerged from the store with their bags full of supplies.

"Oh no." Ben gasped, looking behind us, and I spun around to see what he was gaping at.

My heart leapt into my throat as I saw hundreds of zombies, stumbling out of houses and stores. They must have heard our violent battle with a few of their undead companions.

I scanned the hoard, feeling sick at the sight. From the elderly to little children, the entire town had been infected. Any who hadn't lay eaten on the side of the road.

Now they were hungry for more.

And they were headed straight for us.

Chapter Seventeen.

"Quick! Get in!" I yelled to Ben and Jo, pushing the door of the RV open as they ran towards it.

"C'mon, Eva!" Said Wyatt as he squeezed my hand.

"I think I have an idea." I said, looking into his eyes. "Get in and start the RV, I'll be right behind you." I promised.

"Are you crazy? If we go now we can make it outta here before they reach us!" Wyatt insisted, tugging on my arm, but I stood firm.

"And leave them to kill or infect others?" I replied, pulling away from him and grabbing the petrol hose from out of the RV.

"Hurry, just go. I handle this by myself." I pushed him away, but he didn't move.

Instead he stood there, his jaw clenched as he glared at me.

"Eva. I know you can handle it by yourself, but you don't have to. Let me help." Wyatt said sternly.

I could tell he wasn't going to leave without me.

"Fine. Here," I said as I handed him the axe. "I need the lighter."

Wyatt ran over to the open car door and picked up the lighter, throwing it over to me as he gave Ben the keys to the RV.

"Go! We'll catch up!" I heard Wyatt say to Ben as he pushed him into the RV.

Catching the lighter in my left hand, I started pouring petrol all over the concrete.

Ben jumped into the driver's seat and started the engine. Wyatt ran in front of me, holding the axe ready to destroy any zombies who came to close.

I could hear Jo screaming my name, but I didn't look back.

I hurriedly ran towards the hoard as far the as the hose would let me go, drawing a line with the petrol and leading it back to the tank.

I grabbed a broom from next to the petrol tank and unwrapped the bandage from around my arm, cringing as it lifted from my wound.

"Hurry!" Wyatt yelled as I tied the bloodied bandage around the end of the broom and dipped it into the pool of petrol on the concrete.