Damien yawned. "Valid points. There are roughly 6,875,900,000 people on this earth. That makes for 6,875,900,000 potential zombies. Armies are made of a mere small fraction of that number. Same for the police. They will hold out, for a time, but even with secret services added in. Yeah, the chances of us being rescued are as small as an atom. Still, lets reveiw the the news. What would they get from lying? I know this news station like the back of my own hand. Normally their are more people... Yet, it was just Sue...and the clips, you see somewhat the mess of the reporter who had been eaten. Also, the main station is in a city area... meaning plenty of zombies to go around." He looked at Walter. "It's not a lot to buy if you just take a look out the window and the fact we already have almost been eaten and killed. This has become our reality, Walter." He looked at the tv again and yawned. A sharp pain shot through his stomach and he had no choice but to lay back of Naomie's bed.