Hello all and welcome to a new chapter in Returning Who Was Lost. This time we start of with a rather intense scene before checking back in with Lincoln and Richard. There's only a few more chapters left and then we'll move on to the final part in this series, which I have finally gotten a name for. "What Was Missing" I'm going to be starting a different story here soon before brining you the next chapter in this story, so be on the lookout for that.

Now without further ado, I bring you the new chapter. I hope you all enjoy.


Losing Steam

November 3rd, 2019

It was late at night, and she was all alone in the woods, well unfortunately not completely alone. She was in a chase, with the predator quickly closing the distance between it and it's prey. They ducked under low hanging branches, hopping over barely visible obstacles sticking out of the earth. One trying desperately to escape for their life, while the other felt the thrill of the chase and longed to catch their prey.

All it took was one mistake, one slip, the prey tripping over an unseen branch jutting out of the ground, and the predator was on her.

The young girl thrashed about underneath the weight of her pursuer and screamed for help, even though she knew anyone close by was already dead. "No one's coming this time Lynn. It's just you. And me". The predator said with a dastardly grin, mouth stretching ear to ear.

Lynn recognized that voice. "Wha- Wait it can't… You're dead!"

"Aw I'm hurt. Please tell me you didn't really believe that? Was there even a search for me? For my body?"

"Of course there was! Why are you doing this!?" Lynn shouted in anger, as tears began forming in her eyes. She continued to struggle, her attempts proving futile under the surprising strength of her assailant.

"Because you all left me! I did everything for you, for all of you. And the one time I needed you guys the most… You turned your backs!" He spat back.

"That's not true! We tried. We almost died trying to save you!" Lynn said in her defense. "Well you didn't try hard enough! And I had to suffer in hell for two weeks. So now… I'm going to make you suffer the same way". A small grin flashed across the boy's face as he quickly moved his hands.

In a flash, he grabbed the collar of Lynn's shirt and tore it in half from top to bottom, leaving her in nothing but her red shorts and black sports bra.

"Lincoln! Please stop!" She screamed as the tears now began to fall from her eyes. She brought her hands up to resist when he ripped her shirt off but he quickly slapped her across the face before pinning her arms back to the dirt.

"They didn't stop when I begged them, so why should I!? They just took what they wanted! So that's what I'm gonna do". He angrily shot back. "B-but I'm your sister, d-doesn't that mean anything? This is wrong. We're family and this isn't you!" She pleaded, hoping that there was still some semblance of her dorky little brother left. Lincoln's glare softened a bit and he looked her dead in the eyes, with what Lynn assumed was a small amount of regret. "It wasn't me. Past tense. I think it's time you met the new Lincoln". He smiled before crashing his lips onto Lynn's, immediately forcing his tongue inside her mouth before she had a chance to react.

She groaned from the unwanted kiss, trying to voice her protests as her brother's tongue assaulted her mouth. After a minute of wriggling his tongue every which way he pleased, he pulled away, a small trail of saliva lingering between the two before dropping off. "Huff* L-Lincoln huff* please… stop". He ignored her as his hands went to his belt and undid it. He shifted his weight to pull one of Lynn's arms out from under him.

Once he was sure he had a firm grip, he moved again to grab her other wrist, managing to use his belt to tie her arms together. He then pushed them over her head in one hand while he began using his other hand to explore her body.

He groped her developing breasts over the fabric of her bra while planting kisses across her neck, at times lingering as he sucked away. While she didn't want to admit it, what he was doing was making her feel good, her body at least. It was on fire as her brother sucked away at her neck and fondled her breasts. Against her will, she let out a light moan, turning her head to the side in shame.

"Yeah I didn't want it at first either, but eventually I started liking it too". "I'm not enjoying this! I-I don't want any of it". Lynn said through shaky breaths.

"Well while your mouth is saying no..." Lincoln forcefully lifted Lynn's bra over her head and moved his head close to her tits, his mouth just an inch away from her left nipple. "...You're body is saying yes". He then planted his mouth over Lynn's left breast, while using his right hand to tweak and knead her right nipple. After a couple minutes of sucking away, Lincoln brought his hand down to the hem of Lynn's shorts.

Lynn sucked in a breath as her brother's hand grazed over her womanhood. "Li-Lincoln! Please no".

"Shhh, we're getting to the good part..." Lincoln then sunk his middle finger insider her and her breath caught as his finger moved back and forth, wiggling around inside her. After a couple minutes he added another finger, Lincoln smiled at how her unwanted moans kept escaping her mouth as he toyed with her. After many minutes and a third finger later, Lincoln stopped. Removing his hand from her shorts and licking his fingers a bit. Lynn was panting heavily, her body now a shaking mess.

"I think someones ready for the main event". Lincoln said with an evil smirk.

He grabbed onto Lynn's shorts, tugging them off her and taking her panties with them. She tried to fight back but was left to weak from her brother's previous assault. He tossed her remaining clothes off to the side, with his sister now completely bare, her naked back covered in dirt and mud. She used what little strength she had left to turn on her stomach, attempting to crawl away.

Lincoln just stood behind her, not making any attempt at stopping her, as he knew she couldn't make it too far in her condition. He took his shirt off, throwing it in the same spot as Lynn's clothes and then began undoing his jeans. He continued his dead stare at Lynn's ass as she kept up her feeble attempt at escape. Once he undid his pants, he slid them off, kicking them to the side.

Now clad in nothing but his socks and underwear, Lincoln marched over to Lynn, who hadn't gotten too far away.

He got on top of her once more, straddling her thighs and pressing the upper part of his body into hers. "Can you feel it Lynn? Can you feel me as I beg for entrance?"

"Sniff* Lincoln… please don't. You can't do this". She whispered, her voice barely able to escape her throat. "Oh but I can..." Lincoln used his right hand to slide his underwear down his thighs, stopping at his knees. He pressed Lynn's head into the dirt, "… and I will". He aimed his cock at Lynn's entrance, the tip just barely pressing into her. He gripped her hips and slowly began pushing himself inside inch by inch.

After a slow, agonizing minute for Lynn, her brother's dick was fully sheathed inside her pussy. She managed to find enough of her voice to scream as he penetrated her barrier, which caused him to smile in pleasure.

He gave her a minute before he began to move, first slowly, at a rhythmic pace before beginning to pick up speed, being more erratic in his movements. With each new thrust, Lincoln pushed in harder and faster. The sounds of skin slapping joined the nightly sounds of the forest in the distance. "Damn, huff* Lynn you're, ngh so… tight. Umpf". After fifteen minutes that felt like hours for Lynn, she could feel her brother's dick pulsing inside her and she knew what was coming next.

"P-please… not, not inside. Please Linc". Lynn begged.

"Ngh, no… you're gonna be, unh the first of our… Ah, sisters to bear my child". Lincoln began thrusting faster. "Oh yeah, take it. Take it all you bitch". And with one last, powerful thrust, Lincoln buried himself deep inside and shot his seed deep inside his sister.

"No..." Lynn groaned out as she felt the warm sensation fill her insides.


Lincoln shot up in bed, covered in sweat. His breathing was erratic until he began taking in his surroundings and realized it was all just a dream. He could feel a wet spot in his orange sleep pants as he shifted on the bed and cringed when he realized what it was. He promptly got out of bed and changed into a new pair. He laid back down, even though he didn't want to go back to sleep in case he had another dream like that. He was now terrified by where his mind might take him. He couldn't fall back to sleep and stayed up worrying for the next three hours until he heard Richard getting up.

November 4th, 2019

Richard and Lincoln left the bunker around eight in the morning to resume their search. Rich tried to get Lincoln to leave the morning after they got back, insisting he was fine, but the boy was adamant about staying to rest up longer. Not taking no for an answer.

The two had practically searched over a third of the state so far, they found out too little too late that the Loud family stopped heading east and they tried to think of where to search next.

They didn't think the group would've went back to the town Rich found Lincoln in and asked if they might've possibly went home. Without any other ideas, he figured it was as good a chance as any and agreed with Rich to head back there.

"So where did you live Rich? you've never said". Lincoln decided to start a conversation to try and distract his thoughts from the night before. "Well me and my family lived in Ohio, close to the border between it and Michigan". Richard replied. "What made you decide to come up to Michigan out of all places when everything went down?" Richard shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, maybe I felt like the further I got from my family the better, figured I'd just start with out of state and see where the roads took me".

"So how far is Royal Woods again?" Richard asked, always being terrible with short term memory. "I'm not sure, the time we spent on the road kind of just blurred together. We also didn't take too many highways or main roads". Richard could sense something was off with Lincoln, something with the way he was talking and how he had been this morning.

The boy had been distracted most of the morning, staring off into space a lot and there was a hint of worry in his voice all day. He didn't think it was another nightmare since Lincoln didn't bother to wake him last night, but then again, the boy had been hesitant to speak about his issues for weeks now. Richard knew why that was but maybe he'd find a way to make Lincoln feel more comfortable to talk with him again. Rich was sure he could handle it without being weird.

"Linc-". "Something happened last night...". The boy interrupted Rich before he had a chance to even get his name out. "Well that was easy".

"Um, was it another nightmare?" Lincoln nodded.

"I-It was… different this time. Like the others in some ways but worse in others". Richard looked at him, worry in his eyes. The boy looked scared, almost more than he was when the two were held by Pete and his gang. Now Rich was starting to feel scared.

"Well don't hold anything back. I don't want you to feel like you can't talk to me about anything just because of… that, okay?" Richard assured Lincoln that he'd be fine and to lay it all on him, no judgments or accidental erections. "M- maybe I just won't get too detailed heh. Especially because of what happened".

Lincoln was in tears by the time he finished his retelling of the nightmare from last night. He glanced over and was surprised to see that Richard wasn't hiding any unwanted reactions either, which eased his mind slightly.

"Okay so you were chasing your sister Lynn, then once you caught her you…wow. Um, alright I get why you're so distressed".

Richard looked to Lincoln, who was wiping away the stray tears, trying his best to calm down.

"Okay first things first, I want to make this absolutely clear. You aren't a bad guy just because you dreamed about… that. Now this dream could mean a number of different things". Richard let out a small sigh as he wiped his hand over his brow.

"This could just be a one and done thing, some strange hormonal fueled fantasy, who knows? Or… it could be the start of a developing… fetish". Lincoln looked back at Rich in mild concern. "Now don't start worrying, there's more people that have rape fantasies than you might think. Most people are perfectly content with role-play or just "normal" sex okay? Doesn't mean you're gonna turn out like Jim or anything". The boy nodded in understanding.

"Another theory is that it was maybe just repressed anger manifesting itself like this. For most people, rape is about power, the control more than the sex itself. I can think of many reasons why this type of thing might… appeal to you". Richard said.

"I-in the dream, I wanted to show Lynn how it felt… to go through what I went through. I still don't know why it was her though?"

Richard thought on that for a second. It made sense for the kid to try and find some semblance of control, to get back what was taken from him. The times he was powerless against the people who wanted to use him, Jim, his people, and most recently Pete. His subconscious probably manifested this dream as a way to feel in control again, but as for the target of his fantasy…

"M-Maybe it's because… even though you saw yourself as the protector of your sisters, Lynn was maybe the person you saw as yours. You saved her from being raped before right? So maybe a part of you felt betrayed or something for her not returning the favor".

Lincoln pondered on this for a moment, what Richard was saying made some sense, but he was still unsure of which theory he believed the most. He'd be relieved if it was just a one time deal, his anger projecting itself as a dream. But part of him knew how he really felt. Even though he doesn't want to, and couldn't do that to Lynn, he couldn't deny that part of him enjoyed the way he felt last night.

"So… you- you're into that type of stuff right?" Lincoln asked. "yeah, I still try to keep fantasies consensual but that stuff 'really' gets me going. I hate it but I also accept that it's a part of me. I also know that actually doing something like that is just wrong, you're violating that person in one of the worst ways… but I'm sure I don't need to tell you that". Lincoln frowned before looking back to Rich.

"Fantasy not action right?" He said with a slight smile. Rich nodded in response.

"You're not a bad kid Lincoln, I know it and so should you. So don't feel like this quirk automatically makes you evil or something". Rich smiled at him and Lincoln smiled back. The two sat up from the side of the road and continued on their way to Royal Woods.


November 25th, 2019

Tom's group had gotten settled into the living space above the bodega that Harold, Clyde and Lily had made their temporary home.

Not everyone fit into the room that the three had already occupied so some of the others split off between the other rooms. Jack's daughter Lena, and Clyde took Lily into another room so the adults could catch up.

"Alright Harold, everyone's situated so tell me, where is my daughter, where's…" she hesitated as she looked at the door, thinking about baby Lily. "...where's the Loud's?" With a heavy sigh, one wrought with emotional exhaustion, Harold filled everyone in on their journey since the shelter.

"In the chaos of escaping from the shelter, our group got separated. By the time we could stop and rest it was just us, Lynn, Howard, and Chris. We made it to the Loud house but no one was there...".

Harold left out the detail about the dead body they found, not wanting to worry Maria. "We headed to a diner that Rita mentioned in a note she left, but again, no one was there. We've been searching for them ever since. Last I knew Ronnie was still with them and was fine, so was everyone else. Until..."

Harold hesitated for a moment, taking a couple deep breathes to regain his composure. He could still remember the anguish twisted across his friends face that day.

"We found a grave-site, it was Lana Loud's". Maria and Bobby shared a sharp gasp, tears beginning to well up in their eyes as the others frowned in sadness. "Lynn wasn't the same after that… then later that night we met a family, they told us a rather interesting fact. They apparently ran into Lincoln, except he wasn't with the others, he was with some older man".

"So wait. Little bro is with some stranger!? What about the others?" Bobby nearly shouted with concern lacing his tone. "Now don't worry about him, he's a tough kid. And from what the family said the man he was with was very nice and that Lincoln looked fine". This quelled Bobby's worry a bit and he sat back down next to his mother.

"Chris decided to leave our group after that, he was tired of always being on the move. Then… J-just a few days ago, we, we were attacked on the road". Maria held a hand over her mouth, already assuming the worst since she still hasn't seen Lynn or Howard. "Two guys. Cl-Clyde shot one but the other, he-he killed Howard". Harold broke down after that, not being able to keep it together any longer.

After taking a moment to recover, Harold finished the last part of his story. "Then L-Lynn. We had to escape a herd of the d-dead that blocked the road… w-we should've just ran through the woods dammit! Instead... Instead we chose to lose them in a building under construction. Lynn got bit and he distracted the rest of them so we could get out".

"I still have no fucking clue where the Loud's are, I-It's just me, Clyde and Lily now. I-I've barely been able to k-keep it together the past few days". Maria went over to her friend at this point and wrapped her arms around him. He wept into her shoulder as the others wiped away their own tears. Tom volunteered for guard duty that night and before everyone else headed off to bed, Bobby told Harold and Clyde how he was even alive.

His mother had stolen some medication from the hospital before she left and told Bobby that there was still one thing they could do. I know this is gonna sound crazy but… we're gonna cut your arm off. It might be possible to stop the infection so long as the infected area can't spread further. She used half of the heavy duty painkillers that she stole and Bobby was out within minutes.

Maria then quickly got to work on his arm, knowing how long it had been since he was bitten, she decided it was best to take off as much as she could and once she was done, Bobby was left with a small stump where his right arm used to be. They waited in the Loud House for days, and once Maria was one hundred percent sure that he was fine, they left for the shelter.

They tried to gain access but the guards out front told them that there wasn't anymore space so the Santiago's found a nearby home to stay at. As the state of the country continued to worsen, the two knew they wouldn't last too much longer with how many supplies they had left so they went off in search of more.

By the time they got back to the area near the shelter, they found the place in ruin, with no one alive left. The two were on the road for weeks before running into Tom, who already had Jack and his family with him.

Tom and Jack told them that they knew Ronnie and the Louds and how Jack saw them all make it out of the shelter, but lost track of them in the crowd not too long after.

"And we've been hanging around with them ever since, strength in numbers you know?" Bobby smiled. Harold was just relieved he wasn't alone with the kids anymore, he was with friends again. And for the first time in the week, he felt hope for the future.


December 12th, 2019

Winter had come, snow blanketed the land. This was both a blessing and a curse for the remnants of humanity still trying to survive. The weather had made it hard to travel, not just for the living but for the dead as well. Walkers were slower now thanks to the snow, which made them easier to avoid or kill.

Richard and Lincoln were on the outskirts of Royal Woods, they made sure to take the main roads across state for the most direct path. It took longer than they thought it would on account of the occasional snow storm that hit, causing them to seek shelter for a couple days.

The closer the pair got to Lincoln's home town, the quieter the boy got. Rich could sense that something was off, but every time he pushed, Lincoln got defensive and assured him that everything was fine.

It wasn't.

Rich lied about the quality of his mental state for years before finally coming clean. He knew firsthand on how annoying it could be when people pushed too much however so he held back as much as his conscious would allow.

Rich wondered what the issue could be. Things between them seemed good, better than they've been. "Could be recurring nightmares? But he hasn't woken up in terror or anguish for a while… that I know of. Could just be the trauma he's suffered. Something like that could take a while to move past, and even then".

"That was the diner I told you about". Lincoln said as he pointed to the destroyed establishment. Rich shook his head awake as he looked at the building, shattered windows, bullet holes and a few of the dead still roaming inside. The two let off some steam by taking out the walkers that stumbled around inside the building before searching for any supplies. They found a pair of backpacks inside, with many supplies still left in both.

After leaving the diner the two came across a small shopping plaza, a clothing store caught the eye of Lincoln, giving him an idea. "Hey Rich, we only packed so many winter clothes, it'd help if we had some extra right?" Richard shrugged and followed the boy inside. The two split up once they saw the place was safe and Rich searched around for some clothes his size.

Once he found a few pairs of long-sleeved flannels and pants, he went off in search of Lincoln. "Over here Rich". The boy called out once he saw Rich passing by. He saw Lincoln by a display table, and it looked like he was working on something. Rich raised his brow in confusion as he started getting closer. "Wait, don't look! I'm not done yet". Lincoln exclaimed.

"Oohhh got a surprise for me eh? Okay, just let me know when you're done. I'll wait over here".

Richard pulled out his Nintendo Switch and started playing Skyrim as he patiently waited for Lincoln to finish his little project. The battery died before long and Rich sighed in annoyance. "Damn, only got two more portable chargers left and I think the phone's almost out too".

"Finished!" Lincoln shouted out.

Rich walked over to Lincoln, who had his hands behind his back. "Okay so I know what you're gonna say but… I still feel bad about what you did to save me over a month ago".

"You shouldn't feel bad about that, I've moved past it already".

"I know, I know, but still. I felt like I needed to do something for you". Lincoln then brought his hands out from behind his back, holding out the object he'd been working on.

Richard's eyes widened as he stared at it, a prosthetic hand. The boy had taken the hand off a mannequin display and attached some type of harness to it. He had connected the leather harness to the hand using a few bolts, and hoped that the size would be alright.

"It might not be much… And I don't know if it'll even fit but I fig-" Rich held up his hand to interrupt him. "It looks great, let's see how it fits". Lincoln helped Rich fit the harness around his left arm. The top part acted as a shoulder strap, with a middle spot where his elbow would fit into, and finally the slot where his new hand would fit over the stump of his left arm.

Once everything was in place, Rich held up his new, fake hand next to his right one to compare. "Hmm, the size is actually pretty close, the harness fits pretty good too. This is awesome, thank you Lincoln".

"It was nothing, I had to do something for you after all you've done for me". The two smiled at each other and Rich got and idea to keep the good times rolling. "We're gonna have to find something to paint this guy, what do you think? Skin tone or something else?"

"Oh we should paint it something cool. Like maybe a demon hand or cyborg!" Rich chuckled to himself as he watched Lincoln's excitement at naming off the different possibilities, this was the most animated he'd seen the boy in a while.

"Tell you what, we'll talk more about it later. Let's get a move on, we still got a few miles to get to your house".

Lincoln's earlier joy immediately dissipated at the mention of his home, and this didn't go unnoticed by Rich either. "Okay, spill the beans already, What's the problem?"

"Huh? Nothing, every thing's good". He lied through a fake smile that, while it might've convinced those who didn't know better, was forced. "Alright fine. I'm not going to force the issue, but I know something's up, and when whatever it is gets to be too much I want you to promise me that you'll come talk to me".

Lincoln nodded but Richard wanted verbal confirmation. "I promise". He said, with a small smile that Rich could tell was more genuine.


The pair continued onward, finally making it to the former Loud residence as the evening sky was setting in. "So thirteen people lived in this one house? jeez it must've been cramped as hell". Rich joked. "Eh, it had its ups and downs". Lincoln mused as visions of happier times flashed across his mind.

"Door's off its hinges… I-I don't think anyone's here dude". Rich sullenly said.

"Didn't think they would be, I just wanted to see it one more time".Lincoln thought to himself. He followed Rich inside, and immediately cast his gaze to the corpse still on the floor by the couch.

Lincoln had to look away, he didn't want to think about that day again, the day everything changed inside him. He hasn't felt the same since he killed that man, even though he was just defending his family that didn't make the feeling of having taken a life go down any easier. In reality though the changes began long before that day, it really started when he took care of Luan, when he crushed her skull beneath the bat, something broke inside him. Something that hasn't been mended since.

Rich noticed his distress and walked over to the rotted corpse, dragging it outside the house and onto the sidewalk. The boy smiled in appreciation at his gesture and Richard silently nodded back.

The two headed upstairs and Lincoln showed Rich his former living arrangements. "Kinda small… but at least it was just you, everyone else had to share a room right?" Rich questioned. "Yeah, it wasn't much but I didn't mind, I had all the space I needed".

As the sun set, the two played a game of rock, paper, scissors to determine who had the first shift. Rich lost, and he had to stay up and keep on guard for anyone or anything trying to take them out. Richard wandered around the Loud House while Lincoln settled into his old room, sleeping in his old bed for the first time in almost a year.

Rich looked around at the various portraits hung on the walls and stopped when he reached a picture of the entire family sitting in front of the house. "Where are you guys?" Rich said as he stared at the happy family that was. He sat down on the couch and took a look around the living room, feeling down as he thought of the happy times this family had here, and how they were forced out. This was their home, and the Loud's were forced to abandon it because of the dead, and the living who didn't care about anyone but themselves.

"Maybe when things get better they could come back here. Or maybe they already have somewhere better...". Rich looked at the same photo again. "We are going to find you, no matter what it takes". After four hours Lincoln got up to switch shifts with Rich, who asked which room he was fine with him sleeping in. "Go ahead and take my parents room, I'm sure they wouldn't mind".

Once Richard was asleep, Lincoln walked through the former rooms of his sisters, taking a small memento from each room as he did so. He packed more of his usual attire of orange polo shirts into his backpack and grabbed more of his personal belongings to take with him, since he knew he wouldn't be coming back here for quite some time, if at all.

Once dawn reared its head, the two ate some breakfast at what used to be the adults dining table and Rich suggested they make this into another outpost. Lincoln was hesitant, he didn't really think about coming back here again, at least not without his family, but relented when Rich said it was just to have it here. "Doesn't mean we actually have to come back here again, it's just here with supplies if we need it".

The pair stashed some supplies in the basement before looking back at the map. "So where to next?" Rich asked as he slipped his jacket on, the cold wind was still blowing in from the space where the front door used to occupy. Lincoln was silent as he looked at the map, then turned his back, walking around to the couch, and plopping down on it with a heavy thud.

"Uh Linc? You okay man?" Rich walked over to the couch and sat down next to the boy. "I don't want to search anymore..."

"what!? Why? we're gonna find them eventually Lincoln. I promised you I'd bring you back to your family and I still fully intend to uphold that promise, no matter how long it takes".

"That's just it though Rich, how long will it take? I'm getting tired of false hope. Getting my hopes up and then having them crushed just as quickly. T-they could be anywhere, we've searched for so long now and haven't found any clues since..."

Lincoln remembered the town his family stayed at, the same one where Lana died in. He'd never forget the moment he read those words in the letter, and once he saw who it was, his heart broke.

"They're out there Lincoln and I-I know that it sucks to keep coming up empty handed but we are going to find them. Don't lose hope when we still haven't even searched the entire state yet".

Rich looked into Lincoln's eyes, not seeing any change in them to tell whether he believed Rich or not. "Okay, tell ya what. Let's just head back to the bunker, wait out the winter and see where things go from there?" Lincoln nodded his head and the two went off in the direction of Richard's home, which Lincoln had begun thinking of his home as well.

He knew Richard meant well, but they were still no closer to finding his family than they were months ago. And part of Lincoln didn't want to see them again, fearing of how they'll see him. He wasn't the same son/brother they used to know and he didn't know if they'd accept him the way he was now.

Jim's people changed something inside him and he still hasn't told Richard just how much either…


So feel free to offer up any suggestions on Richard's new hand design. I plan on giving him more than the one that Lincoln gives him here. I hope you all enjoyed the chapter and be on the lookout for my next story that I'm just getting started on tonight, It'll be back in the normal Loud universe, no zombies, and possibly will include Loudcest. Anyways have a good one and see you next time on Returning Who Was Lost!