As you travel through the night you can hear men and women talking and fires crackling. Laughter rings around the woods and you realize that you made the right choice to join John. You and John reach the gate to enter the camp and you realize how secure this camp must be. Gaurds on towers stand with sniper rifles, SMG's, and pistols, along with the walls made of concrete and fences. "Hey!", John shouts, "It's me John. This guy here saved my life earlier wheh I did the supply run." "How do we know he's not here to kill us?" asked one of the gaurds controlling the entrance. "Well, he wouldn't have saved my life if he wanted to kill me." John replied. The gaurds sat gruffly on the wall, until finally one of them ran off to tell their boss the situation. "Won't this noise attract a lot of zombies?" I ask to John. "It's fine, these gaurds were all in sharpshooter sqauds in the army before the flares happened. They can aim at and shoot anything they want to if every gun we have." he replied. All of a sudden the gates open and you enter in the camp with John. You see a man wearing a suit with bodygaurds behind him. "Welcome to my camp. As long as you are able to contribute, you can call this place home." John went over to him and whispered something in his ear. "Well, that complicates things." the boss says, "Look here Bob, I can give you two choices. The first one is, well, as a I said earlier, you can stay and contribue and call this home. THe second is to go on by yourself or whoever wants to acompany you to Washington. I can give you food, water, and weapons. Which one do you want to do?" Stay Leave for Washington.