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With Emmett around, I became a little more self conscious. He always made me nervous even before the abomination of our country. But Russia and Bipolar continued to do what they did best… create chaos.

I could hardly handle Buffalo at first… but with Russia around, the whole world will go to ruins. I'm so happy I found Emmett when I did, because otherwise I would have gone insane.

"Are you okay?" Emmett asks after I find some pain medication for the headache I was getting.

"Fine." I shrug, not looking at him.

"Hey, so… what's the plan?" Buffalo comes into the pilot cabin.

"Well… I guess we could just hang around here 'til morning…" Emmett says thoughtfully.

"I'd like to keep moving." Russia says, joining us in the already cramped space. We all look at her as if she were crazy.

"No." I shake my head. I needed rest, and I hate to say it but with Emmett on board, I could finally get some rest. I'd be to scared with Russia and Bipolar around otherwise.

"You can always leave." Emmett adds. Russia gives somewhat of a disappointed face and goes back into first class.

"We'll leave in the morning." I call back to her. Buffalo nods and disappears into the bathroom. Emmett and I sit silently. I keep my eyes locked on the other planes outside, not wanting to make eye contact. I sense him looking at me though, and I expect him to say something but he doesn't. I had been mad at him the day we were supposed to leave. He had promised me something and didn't go through with it.

"I'm happy you're still… you." Emmett says quietly when the first class lights turn off… Russia must have gone to bed…

I ignore him.

"I came back to find you… I couldn't. Where were you?"

I laugh a little, "I was under a mattress." He gives me a questionable look. "I jumped… from my floor."

"How… how did you-"

"I don't know. But no one bothered to come save me." I shoot him a look.

"I didn't…" He trails off.

"You could see the smoke. You were close enough." I shake my head in disbelief.

"You know if I could… I would have come to help you." Emmett sighs. I don't look at him. I can't stand to see his pathetic face right now. He left me when I needed him most. He abandoned me. I stand up abruptly, and walk out of the cabin. Out of the plane.

"…Minneapolis!" He yells after me. But I ignore him and continue to walk around outside. I know it wasn't safe, but I couldn't be cooped up with them anymore. Not Bipolar, not Russia and especially not Emmett. After a little while, I hear footsteps.

"Leave me alone." I say, figuring it was someone here to bring me back to the plane. When there isn't a response, I turn. A pilot… a zombie pilot.

I reach down for the revolver… I left it in the plane! And the axe, too. My eyes widen. The zombie was standing in my way. If I didn't move quickly, it'd be over for me. I was afraid if I yelled for help, other zombies would come. So I try dodging the pilot and sprint to the plane. This couldn't be happening!

"ARRGBLARGLLL…er…" Was basically the noise that escaped him.

"Yeah well… I don't like you either." I say… which is pointless I don't speak zombie…

I feel something latch on to my foot, and turn to see the zombie has clamped onto my ankle.

"Ay! Get off me!" I kick at him but fall to the ground. I manage to kick him off but with no time to get back up as I crawl wildly back to the plane. But the pilot attacks me again and I have to kick to keep him away.

"J-MINNEAPOLIS!" Emmett yells, jumping from the plane. My hand reaches out to him, mainly because it was a psychotic idea to jump from that height. I see Russia and Buffalo peering out of the door of the plane as Emmett comes to my rescue. I give one finally kick and force the zombie off, and pick myself up and start towards Emmett. He shoots twice, and the pilot is down, squirming slightly, then is still. "Are you okay?" Emmett asks me as I start to calm down.

"I-I'm fine…" I breathe.

Emmett and I push the ladder back over to the entrance of the plane, and go back into the cock pit.

"Are you sure everything's… okay?" He asks again when Russia and Bipolar had gone to bed. I look at him… I didn't know what the expression was, but it must have worried him. "Come on, what's wrong?" I feel the sudden sting of tears in my eyes. No. No. I would not, could not break down in front of Emmett. Not in front of anyone. Ever. I gripped onto the side of the chair. But Emmett expects an answer.

"Everyone's… gone." I just barely say. And by the way Emmett's staring at me, I almost think he didn't hear me.

"I'm still here." He half smiles. When I don't reply, he adds, "I know it's hard, but we can't do anything about it."

I feel my lips start to tremble, and automatically my hand flew up to my mouth to cover it.

"What's wrong? Are you gonna be sick? Do you want me to-" But he shuts up for a second and I can't tell why. Then I realize my vision was blurred and oh… I was crying. GREAT. Emmett was completely motionless. It was an all around awkward moment. Really, we kind of just sat staring at each other.

Sorry I didn't have the chance to include anyone else in this chapter… also I apologize that it was all dramatic and stuff. I will try to get more in next time as usual. Thank you all for the support!

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