six months after the sinking of wawanakwa island

~large cabin in woods/ west texas~

a small group of people watched carfully on the t.v as the president of their country spoke. "my fellow americans. since the sinking of wawanakwa island, we have been on the hunt for the former millitary turned terrorist group 'slither'. though it has been six months since we took control of their base located in road island we still have not been able to locate them, so i have set a nation wide 'shoot to kill' policy for all police dept. throughout the united states. they are looking for, duncan sylvester scott, courtney annette anderson scott, christopher mitchell mclean, trent andrew smalls, bridgette brianna norman, gwendolyn nicole arrons, derrick johnathon micheals, jesse james hatchet, tyler seth hintson, and cody matthyacs daniels. i will stop at nothing until this terrorist group has been stopped. thank you."

"this is bullshit!" one of them shouted slamming down his beer.

"duncan, there isnt anything we can do about it now. we just have to sit and keep thinking of plans." a six month pregnent woman said from beside him.

"shes right. at the moment we just need to keep our heads down. we have the intire nation looking for us. we cant do anything to brash." their commanding officer, chris mclean told him from where he was in the kitchen retrieving himself yet another beer.

"yeah i guess but, its just wierd. we spent nine fuckin years protecting this country.. from itself! what the hell is the world coming to?" duncan thought aloud as courtney leaned her head against his shoulder.

"one where we're out of beer." chris said as he took a seat in his recliner.

"yet another ting wrong with the world." geoff stated as he sunk his head in self pity.

"fuck it. im going to bed." tyler announced as he quickly stood up and walked up the stairs.

"yeah im gonna turn in to. gwen?" trent told them as he too stood up, offering a hand to his girl friend which she gladly excepted.

"remember trent deary no glove no love!" duncan hollered which earned him a soft slap on the chest and a rude reply from the other man.

"like you should be talkin bro. practice what you preach."

"... dick." duncan muttered before he chugged down the rest of his beer

"you know beer isnt the only thing we're running low on right?" cody pointed out as he surfed through the channles looking for something half decent to watch. "food, drinks, ammo, guns i mean we lost a lotta stuff when HQ was raided." after the fall of wawanakwa island cody and tyler decided to stick with slither after seeing how corrupt their country trully was.

"yeah. we need to go into town tommorow to get some supplies." courtney aggreed tiredly, her head still resting on duncans shoulder.

"alright tommorow morning me and geoff will go to town." bridgette vollinteered

"i dont know. you dont know what kind of guns i like." duncan argued in a slightly winy voice.

"fire power, fire power, fire power. i know what to get bro." geoff reasured his friend.

"alright. dont cheap out on me either. i want the biggest badest mother fu-"

"what did i tell you about cursing in front of the baby." courtney scolded.

"the baby isnt even born yet woman."

"i dont care. you need to learn to quit doing it around the baby."

"damnit."

"and thanks to that you get to sleep on the couch tonight." she said before standing up and walking up the stairs.

"... whatd i do?" he asked his friends clulesly to which his cowboy and jamaican friends meerly shrugged while his oldest friend laughed.

"fuck off chris."

"i heard that." courtneys voice hollered.

"damnit she has ears like a hawk."

"now its two nights."

"son of a bitch."

"you wanna go for a week."

"... no dear."

okay so kinda short and... not really all that much like the last one but i dont think ill be able to work in any action until probobly atleast the 3rd chapter. R&R