I closed my eyes trying to decide what to do. I heard moans coming from the distance. I stood up and rush down the alleyway. I forced a door open and made sure to check inside before actually walking in. I shut the door behind me and turned on a light switch. Nothing was inside, nothing that moved anyway. I looked around and saw a large cluttered room. There were large easy chairs and a sofa. There was an upstairs that had been blocked by bulky furniture. I walked slowly through the mess and toward the opposite end of the room.

I gasped at the sight of human bones. One was sitting in a large red chair. The others were huddled together on the sofa. I walked towards the one sitting in the large chair, the bones were perfectly intact. Just full of cobwebs, dust, and some decaying skin. I reached out a gently touched the wrist, it broke off instantly.

"You didn't die from," I thought on this for a second," from being bitten." I stood up straight. I was slowly beginning to remember things. Only small things, but nothing that could help me to know who the man outside was.

The other hand was covering something in its lap. I did my best to pick up without breaking any more of the skeleton, but was unsuccessful. The entire arm broke of as I pulled the black rectangular object. I held it in between my hands and remembered it was called a video tape. The caption in the center had been scratched out and replaced with 'The reason to continue'.

"Huh," I responded."I wonder what could be on this tape."

I sat on top of the piles of magazines, food wrappers and cans, and some newspapers. I thought more on what that man had said to me. "I'm sorry. I can't, your human now. You should be human," a look of disappointment filled his face. "I have to go, I'm sorry." What did it mean that I was human now? What was I before? If it made him decide to not change me back, or to even tell me, it must be something horrible. If it's that horrible then why should I even bother caring, but there's a reason. "Yea, they attacked us by surprise. Janice and Ben were killed-gunshot to the forehead. Lena suffered the worst, she had her head ripped off-don't ask me how they did it. The worst of it is that Susan is captured. Come, we have to attack." I could see the determination in his eyes. "What is it? What's wrong with you?"

Susan, Susan, I kept repeating the name in my mind. That name meant a lot to me, I could feel it in my gut. There was a reason that I was supposed to care. I had to know what it was. I looked back down at the tape that was held in my right hand. I looked up and saw a dusty television set resting on a table. A VCR/DVD combo was atop the television.

"Well," I muttered looking at the tape," it's worth a try."

I stood up and blew on the screen. Dust flew everywhere making me sneeze ferociously. Sneezed, I thought. Why did this feel so bizarre to me? I shook my head and carefully placed the tape inside the VCR. I searched the buttons and pushed On and Play. I sat back wondering if this old would work or not. The dull screen turned on, at first there was nothing but fuzz, but soon the picture came through. It would often try to stop working, but managed to continue playing.

"Well, we're here," sound the man holding the video camera," in California for our family vacation." The camera was constantly moving to view all the landscape. They were surrounded by trees, buildings, fast moving cars, and rushing people. "Oh and here's my family coming out of Denny's."

The camera spun around and shakily stopped in front of the entrance to the restaurant; a women, a teenage girl, a boy, and a little girl who hide behind her mother walked out. The woman walked towards the camera smiling and waved. She could hear laughter and some chattering. After a few seconds the camera refocused on the woman again.

"This is my lovely wife, Claire," the man said again. The camera was pointed at her.

She smiled once again," hello hello ya'll," she said.

The camera moved and pointed toward the teenage girl. "And this is my lovely daughter, Stephanie." Stephanie just smiled and looked away. The camera moved around once again and pointed at the boy. "This is Josh."

"Wazzup people," he responded before taking off in another direction.

"Last but not least," the camera focused on the little girl who was hiding behind her mother," My beautiful little girl, Samantha."

"Hi," she said peeping from behind her mother and hiding again.

"They're a family," I said to myself. I thought to myself on this notion. I had to have a family of some sort, somewhere.

Susan, I thought then added another thought, daughter. DAUGHTER! That's it. That man's name was…was…Leland. Instantly several memories came back to me; my entire life of being human, then those things, the cult, the transformation, meeting Jacob and the others. I was a ghoul once. I touched my stomach gently feeling where I had been gutted. I looked down to only see a long scar. They did it, they really did it. I was…human. Human, the cult changed me back. I was they're biggest mistake.

I stood up", they're going to do this to someone else! The true monster," I finished stunned.

I would have given anything to be human, only human. To not have any responsibilities, to be normal for a change, but this was the wrong time to have been changed back. My daughter had been captured, Janice Lena and Ben had been killed, and a war is about to begin. Not to mention the plans I read to rectify their mistakes. It was horrible enough to have us as ghouls but give that to someone who knows nothing but hate and malicious-that'd be worse then me!

I took in a deep breathe and sat back down on the newspapers. What could I do now that I was human? It was one thing to be almost immortal, but now I was weak. I would only get in the way and possibly end up costing them everything. Obviously, they didn't need me. If they did then Leland would have told me this. Plus, this is what I wanted to happen.

I looked behind me and raised an eyebrow. I saw the large skeleton sitting on the large chair. He had died of starvation or dehydration long ago. Yet he held onto this tape because it contained something he valued dearly-his family. I turned and looked back at the screen. I had no idea what I was going to do.

I just sat there watching the screen, it had changed to nighttime and the family was getting ready to watch a show or something. They were sitting in front of a lake or something waiting. Soon an announcement came on and loudly announced that Disneyland was about to perform a show know as Fantasmic. Some people began to cheer as the lights turned off and music began to play. I watched the colorful night time show progress, mostly out of curiosity. The show was pretty amazing considering it was outdoors and at night. After a while it became a fantasy fight between Mickey Mouse and some of the other cartoon villains over his own imagination. Naturally, Mickey won.

I looked away as the finale music played. Even if you are imaginary, you would still have to have some kind of bravery to fight against your enemies. Isn't it also bravery to attack the group that created you? Isn't it also brave to fight against them again, not to mention the entire human compound? Or was that just insanity?

"Hm…," I thought to myself," I guess in order to be brave you need to be a little insane." If an imaginary mouse could do it, why couldn't I?