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Dark World 8: Trust Is Earned

Chapter 4:

Hawaii's Story: What Happened To The Others.

Jason Batemen's POV June 11th, 2013

When four months had passed in the little town of Red River, New Mexico I thought it was as good a time as any to get to an airport. It was futile to live a normal life here. Sooner or later zombies would come out at night and maul the town to death and back from it. I talked with Rihanna about this nightly and we decided we'd have to sooner or later. I walked into the pizzeria and ordered a box to take back to the hotel. I saw Ingrid and her friends in the corner and waved to her. She got up and walked over to me.

"I heard you're leaving?" She said.

"We think it'll be best." I said.

"You or Rihanna?" She asked.

I'd always had to have myself translate Rihanna to Robyn everytime someone said it. In recent months Rihanna had let me call her by her real name, Which was Robyn Fenty. I looked at Ingrid and shook my head.

"Both of us!" I said. "It's not safe here! You guys should get out too!"

"Remember what you said to me a few months ago?" She asked. "That Luke would be looking for me and I should stay here so I wouldn't get hurt?"

"Yes," I sighed. "But I don't think it's safe here anymore."

"They guard the entire town nightly." She said.

I looked behind her and saw her friends whispering. Tessa, the red head, looked directly at me. Next to her Tiffany and Joey were looking down at their pizza.

"Ingrid, I know we've become sort of friends but I can't stay here." I said.

"Fine, Jason. Go." She walked off.

I opened my mouth to say something but couldn't. The man gave me my pizza and I paid him. On the television the president was addressing the nation to stay focused on getting things back together? That they had everything under control and it would be good again soon. I looked at Ingrid and saw her looking distressed in the corner. I walked out feeling horrible about myself.

Jennifer Aniston's POV June 11th, 2013

Zombies walked by the house in collective groups of twenty almost daily now. The farm was becoming less and less safe. Daily Mr. Conard had to go out and kill half of the zombies that stuck around. It was a risky job but the three of us could handle it most of the times. If it ever got too out of control we shot the buggers in the head. But now it was bad. The entire house was surrounded. We were forced to hid downstairs in the living room down there. Mrs. Conard had given up all hope on her son and cried nightly. I heard moans from above and Mr. Conard started packing. We were going for broke and headed to their neighbors who owned a small airplane that could fit the three of us nicely. We just had to get out of this basement and into the upstairs. It should have still been safe but we were unsure. I packed my small bag and zipped it up. Mrs. Conard put picture of her family into her bag and the one she had developed of the three of us. She called me her make-shift daughter. I smiled at that. She was like family to me know. I couldn't imagine not being with these two.

"We need to go." Mr. Conard said.

"Alright, how do we do this?" I asked.

"I'm going to distract them and draw them around back. You two run out to the car and we'll all leave for the neighbors." He said.

Mrs. Conard walked up ahead of me.

"You're not coming with us are you?" I asked.

He shook his head.

I looked down, "Ill make sure she gets on carefully."

He thanked me and walked up the stairs. I followed him up after shutting the lights off. Mrs. Conard was standing by the kitchen door. Mr. Conard ran to the back of the house. I felt time go still as he ran outside and they chased him. He hit two pans together and drew them out of the front. When it was safe we ran to the car outside. Mrs. Conard turned the car on and got in. I got in beside her.

"Quick go," I said.

"We need to wait for…" she looked to the back.

"He isn't coming Becky," I said.

She wiped a tear away and nodded. She drove the car forward and pulled out of their Iowan house. I looked back and saw Mr. Conard fall into the dirt. Zombies piled up on him and he screamed. Mrs. Conard kept driving, never looking back. I cried and looked out the window to the country.

Emma Stone's POV June 11th, 2013

They'd put all of us Americans together. Everyone that made it out alive they'd brought to a small empty hotel on the east side of Honolulu. So far it was just, me, Steve, Chris, Taylor Swift, Zac Efron, Justin Bieber, Ellen DeGeneres, Kristen Steward, Josh Hutchinson, Vanessa Hudgens and Adam Levine. Everyone else was stuck in America trying to get out. From the transmitted video feeds from President Obama we had learned that America was in a pure state of chaos. I pulled Twitter up on my phone from the balcony of my hotel room. Warm Hawaiian air blew into my face. I saw Reba Macintyre was stuck in Texas trying to find a way out.

Jennifer Aniston's POV June 11th, 2013

Mrs. Conard pulled into a circle drive further down the road. I saw a small bi-plane sitting in the dirt drive a few feet above. The house was empty and clearly had been for a while. I pulled out a gun from the back and took my bag with me. Mrs. Conard shut the door and locked it. I saw her rub the key once before dropping it to the ground. We raced over to the plane and threw open the back. We tossed our bags in and she told me to get the engine started. I nodded and hopped into the driver's side. I plugged in the key and heard the plane stall. I sighed and tried again. Mrs. Conard shut the back door to the plane and walked to the front.

"Freedom here we come," I smiled.

"I hope Luke makes it out," her spirit of optimism returned.

She opened the door and I saw a zombie behind her.

"Get in!" I screamed.

She turned behind her and saw the creature. I screamed and frantically motioned for her to get in. She climbed up and I started the plane. The engine came to life and roared. Mrs. Conard got one leg onto the plane when the zombie pulled her out. I pulled at the gun at pointed it to the zombie's head. I took a shot and it missed. Becky was screaming now. I cried and shot again. The bullet knicked it's head. Then it bit down into Mrs. Conard's flesh. I shot the zombie and screamed. The bullet ripped the beasts head. It fell back and laid limp.

"Go," Becky said.

I looked down and saw the bite marks on her. She cried and looked into my eyes. I could have saved her!

"Maybe it's not infected!" I cried.

"Jennifer, go." She looked at me.

"What about you!" I cried harder.

"I'll be with my husband again," she looked up to the sky.

"Oh god!" I cried.

Mrs. Conard looked at me. Behind her more zombies were racing at us. She took a look at them and frantically shut the door to the plane.

"Go!" she screamed.

"Thank you for everything." I cried.

"You're welcome, stay safe." She cried. "Now go!"

I let up on the brake and the plane took off. I looked back and saw Mrs. Conard pick up a gun and point it at the on coming zombies. She would forever be the bravest person I ever knew.

I lifted up on the gears and the plane lifted up. I could see the swarm of zombies coming towards Mrs. Conard. She sent out a ray of bullets and tore into the empty house next to her car. I let a tear fall from my eyes and flew on.