I through my shoe at him. "Shut the funk up." I glared at him, which in return got me a glare back.

"Who the shuck are you?" he half growled. His face and hair made him look like a girl.

I took a breath as to not choke him or kill him. I don't want a dead body in the truck. "I'm Violet and I save you ratty butt."

He looked like he saw a ghost. "I'm gonna kill him."

"Who was that Tommy you were talking about? Why do you hate him? And why where on the ground?"

"Why should I tell you? I didn't tell you to save me. What if I wanted to die?"

I thought about it for a second. "Then I'll kill you, but not now." I stared blank at him. "Answer my questions, wanker."

"Fine, you jacked-headed girl. Tommy is….was my friend. I hate him because he didn't do what I asked him. I was on the ground because I wanted to die. Can you kill me now?" He kept his poker face.

"Sure." I said it with a little bit of worry. Why did he want to die so badly? Did he really hate being…..

My thought was cut off by Amy starting to wake up. Her cute little yawn made me giggle. Why did she have to be so cute?

"Violet? I need to pee." She whipped her blond hair and patted it to make a perfect bob. So adorable even when she need to pee.

"Ok, baby." I picked her up. "I'll watch your back then go to bed." I smiled at her, which rewarded me with her beautiful smile.

She nodded. She stared at the Crank. "Morning, Mr. Crank." Yawning again, she put her head on my shoulder.

I looked at my riffle, it was on the ground. How was I gonna carry a kid and a gun? "Um, can you help me? We can do what you want….um?"

"Newt." He grabbed my gun and we all walked out. It was coldish and quiet. Perfect. Most Cranks would be trying to find a nice warm place to hide. And now I could hear better if one was coming.

After Amy peed, I put her back in. Man, she took a long time to pee. I need to watch how much water I give her. We might die because of her bladder.

It was now just Newt and me. Alone. It was time to do the deed. I took my riffle and aimed it at his head. My hands shook as I pointed it at him. Why, why?

"Do it already."

I closed my eyes. I couldn't watch him die.

Suddenly, I heard a moaning. I opened my eyes to see a group of Cranks dragging themselves towards us.

"Aw, why is a cute, little couple out so late?" One asked. Both of us glared at that that comment. We're not a couple, wankers.

"When I tell you, run to the truck and lock it. I'll take care of them and then we'll do the deed." I whispered to Newt, handing him my gun.

"Ok, just promise you'll do it or I'll kill you slowly."

"I promise on my dead mother's grave."

He nodded.

They stared to come closer and closer. They were a yard a way when I bit my skin, breaking skin. "Look, fresh blood." I yelled. They put all attention on me. I bee-line down a dark alley. Looking back, I not only saw the little group come after me, but Newt getting in the truck. I just know they'll be safe if Newt is with them. I just hope I can survive this.

I kept at full speed till I couldn't take it anymore. I collapsed on the road. My legs couldn't move, my lungs burned, my body hurt so bad. I felt like closing my forever. I soon heard them a couple of yards behind me.

"Sorry, Newt. I have to break that promise." I closed my eyes and let the dark void comfort me. I let take full control. I was left in a void of darkness. I felt like I could sleep forever…and that's what I did.

My sleep was short lived as I woke up. I was in Newt's warm arms. He was carrying me bridal style.

"Where am I?"

"You're in my arms.

"Why am I not dead? What happened? Why did you leave the kid?"

"I knew you would need help so I followed you. Left they kids with some things for protection. I saw you fall so I killed those bloody Cranks."

"Well, you should have not followed me. I could have taken care of myself." I knew that was a lie, but I had to defend myself.

He scoffed, "Oh really? When I got to you, you were half dead."

"When I found you, you were half dead too!" I yelled at him.

"I wanted to die and had nothing to live for!" He yelled back at me.

"Well, maybe I wanted to die to!"

"You have something to live for!"

"So?"

We stopped when we crashed into the truck. We got in and went straight to bed. I just hope tomorrow is not as eventful as today.