John's eyes open, disregarding the pain he was in he sat up slightly, looking around the RV. "Cly...Clyde...Where...Where is he...." he muttered. Clyde sat ontop of the roof, looking at the RV as it drove off without him. "Clyde...Where are you?" John asked over the radio. "I'm fine, man, I'm in the back, you can't see me," replied Clyde. The door that was latched broke open and zombies charged at Clyde. He shot at them as he back to another side of the roof. John heard the gunshots over the radio as a few others heard them over everything else. "Clyde!...Clyde!!!" shouted John in his radio. John pointed his gun at the driver and shot twice, the two bullets missed and went through the windshield. "Go back...For him....NOW!" shouted John. Just then John began to choke on blood that was dribbling out his mouth as he clenched his side and fell back to the ground.