Notes: I want to specially thank cupcake01 for you reviews. You have pushed me publish new chapter as soon as possible. I am glad you enjoy reading the story so far! I guess I have reached the climax in the story now but soon the team will be united and the relationship between Greg and the others will be investigated.

Chapter 6: Story of a bullet

The only thing Greg could see was the outlet of the gun fixated right between his two eyes. Greg had no doubts that Edward could shoot well, despite his age. He had seen how clear and perfect the shoot in Katniss head was and Edward looked deadly motivated when he opened his mouth.

"I have lived in this house for 50 years with my wife before she died. Then I get a mail saying I have been evicted, just like that. I barely had time to pack my things before they came and took it. But you know, I couldn't leave this house were my wife lived, all those memories." Edward took away his focus from Greg and went to pack down stuff in an old backpack. Meanwhile he continued to tell his story.

"I served her well. All those dead bodies from each poor stranger that put his or her feet inside this house. She never had to ask me to get rid of the bodies. I wanted to bury them myself, giving them peace in that beautiful forest. After her death I took care of the house for her. When I was evicted the meaning with my life was taken from me. I build up a home for me down here and at first I was okay with the girl living in the house. But then she started to sneak around and finally found the bones." He paused for a moment.

"I knew I had to protect my wife so I shot that girl, it was my first kill. Believe me! I never intended for people to die. Because of you one more life needs to be taken."

During Edward's speech the ceiling had started to quake again, but this time it was different. Greg could feel himself shake. Small and large stones fell down and stirred up dust. They both started to cough, trying to inhale fresh air. Edward was no longer fearsome and strong. He looked disoriented. Quickly he grabbed his backpack and before Greg had time to react the gun was fired and Edward disappeared into the tunnel.

It had gone 36 hours since breakout of the storm. Greg had been alone that whole time, probably without food and water. The time started to run out for Greg and Nick became more frustrated each hour that went by. If the storm didn't kill him, lack of nutrition and water would.

"Nick!" Morgan game hurrying down the corridor. "When we tried to get a hand on the previous owner of the house we found some interesting background information. Apparently he was evicted from the house 3 months ago because he couldn't pay medical bills for his wife that died a couple of years ago. He refused to leave the house and they had to drag him away from it while he cried out about him letting his wife down. And now we can't find him but witness have reported seeing him in the area around the farm now and then since he was evicted."

"So now you think he might be a suspect?"

"Yes, he seems to be crazy enough. And if he did it to get his house back that may explain why the house was so clean and untouched. He wanted everything to be in order so he could move in."

"Hey, Nick and Morgan! Get in here!" Russell shouted down the corridor. They hurried to found out what was going on. Inside Russell's office were already Finn and Sara. "I spoke earlier to Ecklie and he have given us permission to leave the lab and go to the farm. According to the weather forecast the storm is losing its power. It's still dangerous to go outside, therefore we need to take extra precautions when we go and look for Greg." The news that they finally could leave the lab and return to the farm made everybody excited. They had all felt guilty staying in the lab with the knowledge that Greg was still out there.

"But listen up, everyone need to follow exact order given to them. If you can't handle this you have to stay here. I don't want to lose anyone else." Russell said with seriousness in his voice.

A sudden pain struck Greg as the force of the bullet smashed him into the wall. He cried out in pain. "Take it easy Greg, it's just a gunshot, you have been through worse things while hunting," he told himself and tried to calm down and breathe normal. The dust made it hard for him to see anything. However it didn't feel like too much blood flooded out from him. Without moving to much, since that hurt like hell, he bend forward to take a closer look. What he saw terrified him and made him almost vomit. The bullet had hit in his left chest but it had not left a deep wound. Instead he could see lots of small wounds with pieces of the bullet in, each sipping out blood from. How is this possible? How could the bullet smash into pieces right before it hit him? He should have been dead by now. The bullet should have gone straight through the heart. Immediately Greg knew that there was a supernatural cause behind the behavior of the bullet. But what? Was Katniss spirit her to protect him?

He moaned and as a reflex tried to touch the wound. Which indeed was hard since his two hand was bound to each other. He touched something in his left pocket while trying and he knew what had saved his life. The medallion he had found in the woods was definitely a cursed object. There was almost no cursed objects that led to anything good in the end without taking something. He didn't think about that too much now when the medallion seemed to have saved him.

Even though the bullet had not left a deep wound Greg still bleed. He needed to but pressure on it since he was too week to make it out of here by himself. His only chance of surviving was to keep the bleeding under control untill the team found him. "If they'll find me."

With both his injuries and his bound hands Greg's had a hard time moving at all. Somehow he needed to untie his hands. The shaking had stopped and the dust were not as thick anymore. He was looking for a sharp object and found to his luck a picture that had fallen of the table and left broken glass on the floor. He should be able to reach it. However, Greg had a hard time moving his left arm, he could barely feel it anymore, but he wouldn't give up. Carefully he reach out his arms while stretching out his whole body. It hurt! A lot! He managed to get hold on one piece of glass.

The next 20 minutes he worked on the rope and when it gave in he let out a sight of relief. His hands were now also bloody and covered in small cut wounds, but they were the least of his worries. A towel on the floor had to function as a compressor despite the dirty spots on it. The pain Greg felt when he put the pressure on the wound was indescribable. Pretty soon after, he drow away into the unconsciousness, as he already had done too many times the last day or two.