AN: I'm NOT going to make this like the original movie. I know some of you will probably think that there will a horde of the Creepers coming. WRONG! Just watch what happens.

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"Help…"

"Shit…" I said under my breath.

"Help…"

It was louder.

"Help…"

Even louder. I got up and opened up a window, just a bit, to look outside. What I saw would change my life forever. There was a little girl – very young, maybe six or so, standing there. Looking up at the wall, at me.

This time she screamed it,"Help…"

Her eyes met mine, they were a piercing red. Almost as red as the Creepers, but she wasn't transformed. I was surprised, she survived a bomb, and so young. She was skinny, almost malnourished, and had no clothes. It didn't surprise me she was naked, clothes ran short after these thing came, they tore up everything. What surprised me is that she was outside in the dark. There was banging on my door, hard, like the creepers.

"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPPPPP!" She wailed.

Finally I understood what she was asking for. I got my gun, and prepared to aim. I had a pistol in my left hand, aimed at the door, ready for it to barge in.

A tear rolled down my face as I targeted her forehead. I had a silence on the rifle, so that no noise would be made. All that came out was the little 'pop' from the gun. Her body fell to the ground. The banging stopped. I got a better look at her body, she was badly injured, her arms seemed broken. Her legs seemed so badly bruised she shouldn't have been able to walk. Her eyes were open, staring up at the dark sky. I saw two figures, similar to the ones I had seen earlier yesterday, come out, I flicked off their hoods with a bullet. Their faces were creeper, but… different. It was almost like they were human as well. One of them took out a gun, his hand was muscular, it was definitely a male. He fired a bullet, I had no time to react. His had no silencer, and when it fired, it was with pinpoint accuracy. The bullet grazed my skin, blood hit my body as the impact occurred.

Whoever it was just saved my life. I was so preoccupied I didn't hear Creepers come into my room, fucking buggers were smarter, they didn't scream at all. I turned around, there were a pretty solid amount of them there, probably a dozen or so.

"JUMP!" The man who fired the gun screamed.

Lets see, death by falling, or death by being ripped apart and raped… I'll jump any day. I flung myself out the window, preparing for death via concrete.

Again, it never came. He caught me.

"I'm Ilana and this is Miller," the other figure said, it was female.

"Ilana, we have to move, NOW!"

It may have been from the adrenaline rush, or from the G-Forces I got from the fall, whichever it was, I blacked out.

I remember waking up, hearing increments of conversations,

"Dump him at the bridge…"

"Robert Neevile isn't ther-…"

"They are follo-.."

"Where should we go…" This time I figured out it was Ilana asking. I summed up enough energy to say, "Can….ada… Colon…y… They… alive…" Then I blacked out again.

A few days later, I had recovered partially, but still felt like shit. We decided on the Canada colony, and decided on a route to get there.

And so we go.

AN: I know I had a lot more last time, but I am saving for the next chapter. Sorry if I disappointed anyone.