Day 0; Meet the survivors

"I don't see him."
"Oh you will."
"I don...." (the -06 round penitrates the skull of a 5'9'' ghoul) "... Oh."
Pink mist saturates the air as another zom for the fire falls. Freddie and I get back into my car. "Go ahead Kelly the coast is clear," I say over the radio, grabbing the gas from the back, pouring it on the zom and flicking my cigarette onto him.
I should back up for a minute. My name is Cameron, a Seabee (equipment operator) in the Navy, but that does'nt matter now, now im a survivor. I am in command of my convoy which consists of: 15 seater van, filled mostly with supplies, and a D3 dozer on a trailer, a white truck with 3 dirt bikes in the back, small green truck with a quad in the bed, and two cars filled with ammo and weapons. My team consists of: my best friend Fernando Menendez, medic, Erin Walter, my girlfriend, also a Seabee (engineering aid) and longistics expert, my dad Rob expert hunter and ex Seabee (mechanic), my mom Trisha, nurse and cook, my little brothers Tyler and Jacob, scouts, my lil sister Erin, she is too young but she helps out as much as she can, Erin's parents Sharon and Mike and her sister Sarah, ones a lawyer ones a tinkerer and one is into martial arts, and Kelly, my stepdad ex Air Force.
We have survived this disaster, only loosing the people that we have picked up along the way. They do not want to work as a well oiled machine as my group does. We know everything about eachother: fears, likes and dislikes, what time we pee, what we eat, the finer things in life.
"Moving out, only 20 more miles." Kelly said as we started rolling. leaving the fire burning as a beacon as if to say "we have been here." We survive for another day.