A/N - Just a quick, short filler while I work on the next chapter. Thank you to everyone for reading and to my two wonderful reviewers! You have both won my heart :-P.

I hope you all enjoy this, and again, please oh please R&R.

Blessed Be XOXOXOXO

The highway was agonisingly empty.

We had cleared it of cars months ago, and now they were lined up on the side of the road like soldiers, slowly rusting and fading after endless days exposed to the elements. It was a shame to see the fruits of so many peoples hard labour going to waste like they were meaningless. Everything everyone had worked hard for meant nothing now. Money, material belongings, social status…

The virus had taken everything and left us as equals.

"Alrighty then, folks" Fletch's voice crackled through the CB radio. "For the sixty-four thousand dollars… Who did Samuel L. Jackson play in Tarantino's classic, Pulp Fiction and what was the Bible verse he recited?"

"Jules Winnfield" Manny answered without missing a beat. "Fucking awesome movie, man"

"And the quote?"

There was a long pause.

"Fucked if I can remember" Manny sighed. "Pass"

"Manny's out. Anyone else willing to step up to the plate?"

"Ezekiel 25:17" I piped in. "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who in the name of charity and goodwill shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee"

"And Lulu knocks it outta here" Fletch laughed loudly.

"Atta girl, Princess" Dean said.

I could hear Manny cursing quietly through the radio.

"Where the Hell did you pull that from, girl?" Orla asked, looking at me with raised eyebrows. "Ain't you a Vegan?"

"Doesn't mean I don't appreciate good cinema, and Tarantino is a God among men… Or, he was, at least" I said, knowing it was more than likely he was either dead or infected. "Next question Fletch"

"OK, now we're playing for the… Shit, what comes after the sixty-four big ones?"

Our own version of Who Wants To Be A Millionaire was a common occurrence on raiding trips. It alleviated the stress and anxiety, and it was a Hell of a lot of fun. The questions were mostly related to music and movies because not a one of us were well versed in History or Science.

"Screw it, for the million dollars…" He paused for effect. "Who uttered the following line…'Yippy-ki-ay, mother fu…"

"The delectable John McClain" I smiled. "Die Hard's one through four"

"Hey!" Dean protested.

Orla reached across and took the mouth piece from me.

"Oh, honey" she said. "Ain't nobody got nothing on Mr Willis. That boy's a fine ass example of perfection"

"Yeah? Well that boy is probably an infected freak running around killing little kids" Dean snapped.

Covering the mouth piece, Orla turned to me with a broad smile stretched across her pretty face.

"I think someone's jealous" she sing-songed playfully.

Laughing, I took the mouth piece from her.

"Dean, baby, you know you're the only one for me" I assured him. "Literally… There's only the three of you left, so it's not like I have much of a choice…"

"OK, OK, you can stop there" he interrupted, and I could hear the smile in his voice. "Manny, how far out are we?"

"About a mile or so"

I gazed out the window, watching the remains of the World flashing by. Our headlights cut a swathe through the heavy darkness that had swallowed everything. We passed over-turned cars and buses, a white limo on it's side with a white ribbon, tied onto the bonnet, rippling in the wind.

I imagined that there was a bride and groom inside, and that they had been able to enjoy one last moment of happiness before the Infected took it all away from them.

"Here we go" Manny's voice sounded in the cab of the lorry. "Rock and Roll"

I looked up as we passed a sign welcoming us to Langley Falls.

'Where Dreams Come True' it read, and I laughed bitterly.

"More like nightmares" I muttered to myself as we turned into the main street.

There was no such thing as dreams anymore.