Devin grunted as he dragged the first body over to the car. The torn lump of muscle and flesh left a trail of blood behind and Devin's pants were coated with the sticky red ooze.

"What the hell." He mummered, shrugged and started to unzip his fly.

"Sick!" I shouted turning around and closed my eyes. "Put your pants back on!"

"Chill out it's okay." Devin assured "I'm dressed now." I turned back to face him and what I saw disgusted me even more. "Oh my God"

"What?"

"Devin take those off right now!"

"Why? He's not going to use them." Devin was now wearing the biker's torn jeans.

"That's gross you are wearing clothes a guy died in!" Actually this was probably the least grossiest thing I've seen since yesterday.

"He hasn't been dead that long. Besides you're going to have to wear the other guy's stuff too." He told me throwing on the dead guy's leather jacket casually.

"I'm not wearing anything!" I shouted. Well that came out wrong. Anyway the point I was trying so hard to make here is that Devin is a lunatic who enjoys killing people so that he can then wear their clothing.

"If you don't they'll kidnap you too. We need them for disguises." Devin said again.

"We?! There is no we Devin! If you want to go be a hero you can go but like I said before I want to live!" I screamed at him from the middle of the road. I turned my back and crossed my arms firmly over my chest.

"You bitch!"

"What did you just call me?!" I shouted wheeling around to face him. But Devin shrugged. "I didn't say anything." I turned slowly to see the other biker crawling towards me on his elbows, his legs were twisted at opposite angles with the bones sticking out visably. I ran back to hide behind Devin, completely forgetting that we had been fighting.

This guy was ugly. He had a face that reminded me of a pig with his squashed up nose and squinty eyes. Or maybe it was just the accident that did that. "You little bitch! You killed Charlie!" the ugly man shouted again. He seemed in to much pain to go any futher and just floundered on the pavement.

"Devin I thought you killed him." I whispered nervously in his ear.

"I thought I did too!" Deving walked over to the man and looked down on him. Ugly looked up at him with pure hatred in his eyes. I watched nervously from a distance. "You going to kill me too?" the man half-mocked.

"Where did you take the people from Lauflan?" Devin's tone was evenly serious. The gang member laughed loudly. "Answer the question!" Devin screamed over the laughter.

I watched the whole scene play out in the middle of nowhere on an empty road. "We're set up not even two miles down the road! You are driving right into a trap! And when they come looking for the two men they sent out a couple hours ago you are both going to be caught and punished just like your dumbass friends from town!" the man sneered.

Without another word Devin began kicking and stomping on the man's head and face making sick squishing sounds until his face was no longer visable under all the blood and his body stopped thrashing. Devin walked back over to where I with a blood soaked face. I stood with wide eyes and an open mouth.

"Y-You just – You just killed him! AGAIN!" I stumbled still trying to process that my companion was now a homicidle lunatic who like to kill people, wear their clothing, and now I find, very fond of face kicking."

"He deserved it! You heard what he said!"

I guess I didn't look convinced. "Listen, I'm sorry about before. You don't have to come with me. I'll chuck the bodies in a ditch somewhere and you can take the car and turn back around."

Wow the homicidle lunatic is going to let me go. I'm touched. I would have left right then and there. Hell I should have left I'd probably been better off. But something deep down underneath multiple layers of fear was telling me to put on dead guy clothes and ride off into the sunset with the lunatic.

Afterall at least the lunatic was on my side right?

I found out that day I look incredibly stupid in biker garb. The pants were to big and sagged below my hips and the jacket covered up my hands. Plus blood was all over everything. I walked to the side of the road to commence vomitting at one point.

"Hey wear this." Devin tossed a black bandana with white skulls on it to me. "Put your hair up in it. I don't want them to know you're a girl."

I started to tuck my hair underneath carefully. Then he came over and smeared dirt onto my face to 'make it look genuine'

"Why don't you want them to know if I'm a girl?" I asked as he caked on the dirt.

"I donno, it just seems like they'd hurt a girl more if you know what I mean." He answered. I swallowed gently.

"Don't they have girls in their gangs?"

"I saw a couple of women with them but you'd never fit in. You're to pretty." The compliment caught me off guard and I began to blush through the dirt luckily Devin didn't notice.

"Do you know how to ride?" he asked gesturing to the motocycle.

"No but how hard could it be?" I shrugged.

Well it turns out that riding a motorcycle is a lot harder then it looks. After a dozen failed attempts I found myself sitting behind Devin on his. That was the most awkward ten minutes of my life.

Then we saw it. Random camping tents surrounded in a cloud of exhaust and big hairy men laughing at each other cruelly.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked but Devin already began parking the bike.

"Hey what happened to your bike?" You look like a little girly girl riding on the back!" One of the men roared in laughter in my direction.

I laughed it off nervously in the deepest voice I could. "You two scouts!" Someone shouted at us. Devin and I turned around quickly. "You're both to report to Gage." The man ordering us pointed to the biggest tent in the area.

"Yes sir." Devin grunted. Man was he a good actor alright. "Don't say anything." Devin warned me outside the tent. "Just let me do all the talking."

I didn't bother telling him that I wasn't planning on saying anything in the first place.

"Enter." A voice boomed from inside. Inside the tent there were pillows all over the floor. There were some women sitting against the walls and some men were drinking in a corner happily.

"The scouts have returned Gage." The man who said this was huge. A gleaming tower of pure muscle and endurance. His black head was shaven bald.

"Ah yes." The second man appeared. He was huge too but in the opposite way. His rolls of fat bulged out of his clothing and his hair was longer than mine, greasy, and matted. I hadn't showered today I wondered if I looked like that. I probably did. The man snapped me out of my thoughts. "What is your report?" He asked.

There was a sudden silence in the room as the man called Gage stared at us expectantly. "Er, we found no one. No zombies either. Plenty of food out there." Devin answered finally. Gage smiled displaying his yellowing teeth.

"Excellent! Ruff send out a group to retrive food and gas."

The huge black man nodded his head. "Would you mind if I spoke some more to these scouts?" He asked.

"Do what you wish, but for now everyone leave me." Gage ordered.

The drunken men stood and stumbled out in front of us as did the Ruff fellow. As Devin and I filed out I heard Gage say "No you stay." And I realized he was talking to the group of girls.