(yeah, good job, Senny)
John walked over to the edge of the roof, facing the Golden Gate. Of course, on his way, he fell down, tripped actually, got distracted, and was flying. Of course, the thought crossed his head that this was impossible, and he fell immediately. Ignoring the fact of a second ago, John got up to see what he had tripped on. They were a couple of maps, or map looking objects, one looking like California, the other looking like the immediate area of San Francisco. John studied it for a moment, and found out that just at the other end of the bridge, was a safe zone, but of course, their side was overrun with zombies. But, all they had to do was make it across the bridge, without getting eaten or shot, and they would be safe. He walked over to Francissca. "Hey, good news. If we make it over the bridge today, we'll be safe. Safe from the infected, and safe from the behemoths. Come on, let's go!"