A mist settled over the town creeping up on it on little cat feet. The town was as normal as ever, a quiet

morning when the gears and sprokets of society havent started to move yet.

Kyle stumbled into the kitchen and grabbed the coffee pot. Everything semed dormit glazed with the

"twilight zone" lighting of dawn. He poured the coffee into the mug that he grabbed, the strong smell

carressed his nose. He then poured some coffeemate into the mug. It swirled into a comforting color that

you never really get borded of. He took a sip and set it down, walking towards his room. He then

changed his shirt, grabed his folded up homework, and finished his coffee.

Kyle shuffled out the door and down the drive until he passed his friend's house, Tyler. So he went to his

door and flung it open

"Are you still here, loser?"

"Yeah, but come here"

Kyle wondered why he was so submissive to the insult, he usually had steel in his blood and fire in his

eyes. Kyle saw Tyler on the edge of a folding chair he moved close to the T.V.

"This stuff is running on the tube from everywhere all of a sudden." Tyler gestured to the T.V. "I don't

think were going to school."

"Damn right," kyle said "Lets start getting ready to-"

Tyler interrupted, "For what?"

"For when they get here."

Kyle ran up the stairs and down the hall. Tyler dumped his backpack and started putting kitchen knives

and such in. Kyle came down the stairs with Tyler's baseball bat and his father's prized clubs. They

exchanged glances and it came to them at the same time.

"I get the basement," Tyler said smirking.

"That leaves me the garage."

And tyler dashed to the garage, His eyes scanned for anything useful. He ended up with some empty

glass bottles, paint thinner, gasoline, three shovels; two big and one small, salt peter, and some ropes

and chains. He put it all in the back of the pickup. Tyler then litterally smacked himself and went over

to a utility cabinet. His hands were full with nails, wrenches, razor blades, a hammer, and a crow bar

(the labels stated it was the gorrilla bar).

Meanwhile, Kyle had found a tarp, all kinds of aresol cans, (brake fluid, WD-40, polyurathane spray, and

more) a chain saw, a bungee cord, pulleys and clips, a hack saw, and some PVC pipe. He marveled at it

all and was thanking mary and joseph that Tylers dad was in consruction.

Kyle plopped his loot on the ground. "Dude, you prolly wanna get some belongings like books and

toothpaste and stuff right?"

"Yeah sure."

Tyler went upstairs and came back with his pack a little bigger.

"Shall we leave?" Kyle said.

"Yes, we shall."

Tyler and Kyle got into the pickup truck and pulled out.

"Dude I wanna get some 'personal stuff too'."

Tyler turned the other way out of the drive way. No doubt he was freaked about the pallid fleshed

figures that were on the news, he was the kind of person that was an adept for this. A crazed mob

decimating and devouring a police force in New York was a little much.

Kyle jumped from the car before it entirely stopped. He dashed into his house. Adreneline slowed

everything down and the couple minutes seemed even longer to Tyler. He punched the horn and waited

biting his lower lip. As he was about to sound the horn again and Kyle swung the door open wide,

clumsily pushing the mini-harley out the door and down the porch step. Klye also had a bag with his

sword collection, and a spud launcher. Tyler's face lit up like a box of axe cans in front of rammstien's

pryo guy's house.

Kyle put the stuff in the back, and hopped in the truck.

"I think we should stop at the school after all."