"Strong as I am - The Prime Movers."

Right before the chopper crashed, the last few images that flashes before Hunter's eyes were memories of when he was much younger. Memories long ago when he was just a child, standing in the sugar colored sand and feeling the warm beating sun shine down on him. He remembered standing with his father, laughing as he watched Sarah and New Jersey help Mary, just shy of three years old walk up the beach. Everyone smiling, everyone laughing.

Then darkness.

Slowly his eyes fluttered and for a brief second he thought somebody had thrown a heavy pile of bricks on top of him. Blinking, he saw dripping water, and what seemed to be things off in the distance on fire. Finally his vision focused and the smell hit him. That wasn't dripping water, it was dripping gas. Trying to move, he found he couldn't. Looking around, he saw that the entire chopper had crumbled, parts of it fallen all around him. He tried to call out but an awful burning feeling soared through his throat. After a second he used all his strength to pull himself up. Gritting his teeth together he pulled his legs from under the weight and looked around.

They were in a field someplace, the chopper completely destroyed.

"Hunter?"

Hunter looked down at himself and saw he was bruised up pretty bad. His arm was throbbing now and he knew he must of broken it. Turning in the direction of the voice, he felt a sudden wave of panic.

"I'm here!"

It was Dallion's voice. Crawling to his side, Hunter pulled himself in the direction of Dallion's voice. Finally he stopped and found him, sitting up against what looked to be burned seats and melted plastic on top of a huge pile of smoking metal. Dallion's dark sunglasses were now broken and no longer on him. For the first time ever Hunter saw him without them. He noticed Dallion's eyes looked much older then they should be, wide serious looking. Hunter pulled himself over through the field grass.

"You okay?"

Dallion shook his head before pointing down at his side.

A huge piece of metal stuck out of his torn shirt, gushing blood oozed through his laced fingers that were tightly against his side. Hunter looked down and saw how pale Dallion looked. Breathing hard, he shut his eyes in pain. Hunter looked around at the darkness. Piles of more burning parts all over. Looking back he saw Dallion trying his hardest not to pass out.

"Where are the others?"

"Blair…Blair's dead, his body is over there."

Dallion pointed, his entire hand covered in blood.

"You sure?"

Dallion nodded.

Hunter didn't bother to turn and look for the body, seeing the blood coming out of Dallion he knew he needed help.

"Swann…Jason?

"I called their names a few times, didn't answer…might be dead."

"What the fuck was that?!"

Dallion shook his head.

"I don't know, looked as though someone fired on us…happened so quick we lost control and them boom!"

Hunter looked around, there didn't seem to be anyone around. Only the darkness of the field around them. Sighing he came closer to Dallion.

"I'm going to try and move you…we're sitting ducks out here."

"No, we need to pull this thing out or I'm not going anywhere."

Dallion gasped, fighting through the pain. Hunter saw the wound and knew it was bad.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Help me pull it out, real quick."

"You sure?"

Dallion nodded, sweat dripping down his forehead. Hunter leaned forward, placing his hands on the piece of metal. Dallion's warm blood going against his hands. Both men locked eyes before Dallion took a deep breath.

"On the count of three…one, two, three!'

Both men used all their force and pulled the piece of metal out, it made a sickening sound and flew out of Hunter's hands and into the grass. Dallion screamed out before lowering his head. More blood gushed out before Dallion quickly shook his head.

"Okay, okay…"

Hunter pressed his hand's against the bleeding wound then a huge nearly blinding light hit them. Hunter jumped back against Dallion as the two squinted. It seemed as though it was coming from the opposite side of the field…like a spot light.

"Freeze!"

A loud voice came from what sounded like a speaker. Dallion's eyes searched, and none of their guns were in sight. Seconds later five men walked up, dressed in black with rifles in their hands. One of the men who looked middle aged was smiling.

"You think you can go across our land like this without paying your toll."

The other men laughed before they aimed their guns at them.

Hunter tried to fight but one of the men rammed their gun into his side, making his fall over unable to move. Within seconds Hunter and Dallion were being dragged through the tall grass. Hunter tried to struggle again but the men used their guns on him. One hit him so badly he felt his head bleeding. His eyes rolling back into his head, he felt a numbing pain go through his body. Looking up he saw the moonlight.

Finally they were thrown into what looked like the back of a truck. Their arms and legs were tied. Hunter looked at Dallion laying beside him.

"Their the people you talked about, the ones like from New York…the crazy ones."

They heard the men laughing and talking in the distance, most likely looking through the wreck for whatever they could use.

Dallion nodded.

"Their all over…

A few moments later, one of the men jumped in the back of the truck along with another guy. They pulled Dallion and Hunter up so they could watch, pulling them up the hair. Both men saw the others search through the wreck before bringing over something that made Hunter's heart almost stop.

Two zombies, the new breed on what looked like long metal chains. Both were medium sized and moaning out. The men laughed as they teased them, throwing rocks and having a good time running around them.

"Holy Mary Mother of God…"

Dallion whispered under his breath. Hunter glanced at him and saw that he was just as scared. The men brought the zombies closer.

"Brought you friends, thought you might like them."

One of the men laughed.

Dallion's hand reached for Hunter's, both men watched as the things were being brought closer.

" Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name." "Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in Heaven."

Dallion said, his eyes closed. Hunter then remembered that prayer, his father taught him many years ago. Taking a deep breath and shaking on the inside he joined his friend.

"Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us." "And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil."

"Amen."

The men said together.

"You shouldn't fucking pray you sonofabitch!"

One of the men behind them yelled. This time the zombies were close enough to bang into the truck. Moaning and reaching out for them.

Hunter then opened his eyes, just in time to watch the man behind Dallion pull back his head, revealing a long buck knife and slitting his throat. Hunter's eyes widened as he watched blood gush down from his friend's throat. Seconds later he dropped as the men all laughed.

"NO!"

Hunter struggled, but the same man pressed the knife up against his cheek, digging deep into his flesh. Hunter screamed as loud as he could as they kicked him in the side, landing right beside Dallion's body. Being pulled out of the truck, he's thrown on the ground hard. The men surround him laughing and kicking.

Hunter then remembers so many years ago, watching the same exact thing happen to Terry. Closing his eyes as blood bubbles up from his throat, he tried to remember his sister. The men kept laughing before they held the chains out. The zombies only a foot away, clawing to get to him.

At that exact time, Mary ran out through the field, her gun now back in her hand. After seeing the explosion she knew something was wrong. Running as fast as she could she finally reached it. Standing there in the darkness she watched the scene unfold. The chopper had crashed, and they had her brother.

There were five of them, in a circle beating him to death.

They also had two of those things.

Mary felt frozen, standing there she felt completely helpless.

Hunter was kicked again, rolling over he looked up at the star lit sky and saw the zombie being lead closer to him.

"NO!"

Swann ran out of nowhere as fast as he could, throwing himself in the circle, pushing two of the men off their feet. Swann screamed at the top of his lungs before body slamming the man holding Hunter. His eyes wild, he screamed again and pushed into them.

Mary then saw her chance, taking a deep breath she ran closer and aimed.

The first shot she missed. Running closer, she saw the men saw her.

"Please God…"

She cried to herself before aiming again. This time the gun went off and hit one of the men in the throat, the next in the second man's face. Both screamed, falling to the ground. The other there jumped up, struggling with Swann who fought them.

Jason then ran out of nowhere, shotgun in his hand. His clothes bloody, and his face cut up. Walking forward almost in a dazed state, he aimed his gun and fired, hitting the men who were all ready down. Turning, he aimed towards another one's head and blew it off.

Mary stopped dead, watching as Swann struggled with the other men. Hunter slowly got up by Jason's help. Just then one of the zombies spun around and grabbed onto Swann. Mary screamed but it was to late, the thing sunk it's teeth into Swann's neck. Swann screamed for a second before throwing it off him. Seconds later Jason aimed and shot it. Turning around he shot the other one.

Two more men, bloody and beaten still went after Swann as they fought. This time Hunter got up, his legs unbalanced as he locked eyes with Mary. Both stared at each other and Mary saw how sad her brother looked just then. So lost and alone. Turning around he charged and went after the two men, jumping on one of their backs. The men fought as Swann held his bleeding neck. Mary ran up to Jason and the two stood together, waiting to get another shot.

Hunter reached into his belt and took out his knife. Seconds later he brought it into the man's chest who he held onto with all his force. The man screamed and fell to the ground. Both rolled down as Swann fought the last one standing.

Mary then saw her shot, aiming she prayed and pulled the trigger.

The man dropped.

Silence.

Mary dropped his gun before looking over, bodies all over the field as the fires began to burn out. Swann tried to keep his balance, holding onto his neck before he dropped to his knees beside Hunter. Mary and Jason ran over before looking out.

Mary shook her head.

"No…"

Hunter laid on his back beside the other dead man. His eyes stared up at the sky, his own knife sticking out of his stomach. Mary then knew what must of happened. During the struggle, Hunter had stabbed the man, and by accident himself. Now he laid there dying in the field.

Hunter slowly breathed in and out, his eyes locking with Mary's.

"Hunter…"

Mary dropped to her knees and crawled over to her brother. Taking his bloody hand into hers she cried. Hunter didn't say a word, his eyes looking peaceful.

"I'm so sorry Hunter, I ruined everything…"

Hunter slowly shook his head.

"Did…did you find what you were looking for?"

Mary controlled her tears before nodding.

"I did…"

Hunter's breathing became slower.

"I love you Mary, I always will…"

Tears fell from her eyes, putting his hand up against her face.

"I know that."

Hunter stared up at her, a smile behind his eyes before they closed. Mary sat by him for a few moments before Jason stood beside her.

Hunter was gone.

The three sat there in silence for awhile, all around his body.