Nick leaned against the make shift baracade. He was panting heavily. Coach rested against the counter. He set his gun down. The two men were still struck with previous pain that happened only minutes ago. Only moments ago, the four became two in a matter of seconds.

On the way to the safe house they encountered a tank. The four of them were always good at making sure nobody was extremely hurt. This time, it was just a simple mistake which lead to much more problems. Now, here they are. Scared, tired, hungry, and mourning. Nick, being the Conman he was, was never one to mourn the dead. But this time, it felt as if it was all different. As if the piece of the real world he was clinging on to shattered. The two men sat across from each other. One spoke up,

"What now?" Nick asked. They had come all this way to get to New Orleans. The four of them promised to make it. Now there was two. Coach scratched his chin and thought for a moment. He sighed.

"We gotta keep going youngin'. They would want us to." Coach smiled. Nick felt terrible. He could hear the hicks' stories. He could hear Rochelles' laughter and smart remarks. He now suddenly wished he never told Ellis to shut up, Or be rude to Rochelle. He couldnt take that back. Nick believed it was his fault. It really was. Coach seemed to disagree. Nick leaned over and grabbed his gun. He stood up.

"Come on. Let's move." Nick ordered.

Nick fell of the side of the building and Ellis went to help him up. That's when all hell broke loose. Rochelle was guarding Ellis and a smoker dragged her off. Coach threw a Cocktail Molotov to kill the tank. Nick was finally up and helping take down the tank. Ellis ran to get Rochelle. Then, The tank threw a car. It killed them. They finally took down the tank. In panic, Nick threw his gun on the concrete and ran forward to the overturned car. Coach slung his gun over his shoulder and came to help. They tried lifting the car. They strained and struggled to move the massive weight. It didn't seem to budge. Coach stopped to catch his breath. Nick kept at it. Coach stopped Nick by grabbing arm.

"Son, Stop it. Stop." The conman turned to the man in tears. The two men stared into each others eyes. Finally, The man let go. Nick leaned against the car. "I'm sorry, Didn't mean to grab you like that." Coach mumbled to where only they could hear. "We gotta keep moving. It's the only way." The con artist nodded. The older man stepped up to the car. "Lord, please guide these lost souls to your heart. They were the best brother and sister you ever put on this here earth. We are deeply hurt that this is the way they left us. We won't forget what wonderful impacts they left on this team. Amen." He opened his eyes and lifted his head.

"Amen," The con artist repeated softly. "Amen."