The silence that filled the car reeked of desperation and hopelessness. They had been driving for what felt like forever, trying to find a safe place that didn't seem to exist anymore. They had driven to the next town to try to get Steve to the hospital only to find that it was just as bad there as it was where they came from. So they went to the next town…and then the next…and the next and the next and then the next. Everywhere they went was just completely destroyed and they nearly had gotten killed several times by demons trying to take over the car. This was a completely freaky situation, to say the least and Adam had no idea where to even go next. He was just driving aimlessly, hoping somebody else would come up with some kind of plan. So far though, nobody was offering anything. Looked like it was up to him to say something.

"You know, I can't keep driving all night long." He was trying to keep his tone casual, hopelessly trying not to give into the utter fear that had risen up inside of him. "Either we need to stop somewhere or someone else has to take the wheel."

"Where would we even stop at?" Chris asked. "You see anywhere to go?"

"No…"

"Well we can't keep driving if we don't have any idea where to go," Mickie said. "We're wasting gas and I don't know if there's a station anywhere around here to fill up again."

"And if we don't stop someplace safe then we're going to be walking into a certain death situation," Jay snapped.

"But we will have to eat…" as Amy said that her stomach growled loudly.

Chris rolled his eyes. "THAT'S what you're thinking about right now? Food?"

She gave him a dirty look. "I haven't ate in forever shut up."

"Pig." He got a nice hard smack for that. "Hey!" He went to smack her back when Steve (who had regained consciousness awhile ago) grabbed his arm and yanked it back.

"Enough," the older man grunted, giving Chris a scathing look to stop any argument he could have tried to offer. "Adam, find us a place to pull over. I need to get the fuck out of this car."

Adam nodded along, deciding to listen to Steve since he was the one everyone else usually deferred to and, injured or not, he could probably kick his ass if he didn't listen. "Like a hotel?"

"Too big. Go for a house. The smaller the better so we can have an easier time during lookout duties. Last thing we need is some sumbitch things getting the better of us because we didn't see them coming."

Adam nodded, perfectly okay with that plan. The others were nodding too to show their support-all except one that was. Jeff had remained absolutely silent, not putting in a single word about what should be done. He hadn't even spoken since they had managed to lose Raven. He had just been staring out the window, not even looking over at him. They had tried getting something out of him several times but so far had been completely unsuccessful. "What do you think Jeff?" He didn't think it would hurt to try again. "You think that's a good idea?"

Jeff didn't even acknowledge that he had heard a word Adam said. He just kept staring out the window with an unreadable expression on his face. Adam looked back at the others through the rearview mirror, trying to ask them to try again without actually saying it. Amy was the one who got the message first and she leaned forward and started whispering so quietly into Jeff's ear that even Adam didn't catch what she said. It didn't make a bit of difference though. Jeff remained silent and kept his gaze at the window, making her sigh and reluctantly sit back and just give up for now. They would just have to keep trying. It wasn't like he could really stay silent forever…at least Adam hoped not.

They drove for nearly another hour before Adam finally found a house they could pull up to. Despite the fact that he was injured Steve insisted on leading the search through the house to check and see if there were any creatures waiting to kill them. There wasn't; just one dead body that they respectfully covered up with a blanket and closed the door, deciding to stay the hell out of that room.

"Alright, here's the plan," Steve said as Mickie tried her best to bandage him up. Not an easy task at all considering he wasn't the most well behaved of patients. "We're going to eat and pack up any food or any other useful supply to take along with us. Then I want two of us standing guard for a few hours while the rest of us sleep, then I want two of us to get up and relieve the first two-and so on and so forth for the night. One guard down here doing rounds, one upstairs in case anything climbs up the house and tries to get in that way. And I'm going to try to make some calls and see how far this thing has spread. Understand?"

They all nodded wordlessly. Steve waved them off and all but Jeff headed towards the kitchen. Jeff headed towards the door, his expression as unreadable as ever. Adam frowned, hesitating for a moment before following him. Amy tried to pull him back for some reason but he shrugged her off and kept right on going. "Jeff!"

Jeff stopped and turned back to look at him. "What?" Finally some acknowledgement.

"What are you doing?" Adam asked.

"Going to keep watch."

"You're not going to eat?"

"Not hungry." Jeff tried to walk off once more but on impulse Adam stopped him by grabbing his wrist. Jeff's entire body stiffened up and Adam put his other hand up innocently.

"Whoa whoa whoa…I'm not going to hurt you." Adam shook his head, trying to be reassuring. "You just…you should eat you know? At least a little something. And you know, you don't have to keep watch. The rest of us can handle it you don't have to do it."

"And what am I supposed to do?" Jeff asked. "Am I supposed to be falling apart right now? You think I should go do that?"

"Nobody would blame you. I mean, he was your brother…"

"Biologically? Yeah he was. But let me tell you something: he stopped being my brother a LONG time ago." Jeff wrenched his wrist out of Adam's grip, a flash of anger crossing his features. As fast as that bit of emotion came though, it disappeared yet again and Jeff trudged off on his own, leaving Adam standing there alone to sigh and shake his head.

…

Michelle hummed under her breath as she browsed through the racks of clothing in front of her. Mark and the others would give her hell if they knew she was shopping right now but she really didn't give a shit. She had wiped out about half of Europe with the plague and the other half was either in the process of dying or would be very soon. She had done her damn job and she was going to reward herself, everyone else be damned.

"Hmmm…" She picked out a skimpy little light blue spaghetti strapped dress off the rack and examined it closely. "You guys got anything a little longer? I'm not a floozy you know." She looked over at the sales associate, who was laying dead on the floor, her mouth and eyes opened in horror and her face covered in boils that were still dripping with pus. "Oh damn. I was hoping you'd last a little longer." Deciding to just try on the dress, she walked over to the dressing room, kicking the woman's body as she went. "Let's see…" She locked the dressing room door behind her and hung the dress up on the hook so she could start to get undressed. Before she could get anything off though, the lights all went out, leaving her in total darkness. "Mark?" Her first thought was that it was him since he did like to be dramatic and make an entrance. However, she got no response when she called out his name.

"Mark?" she tried again. She opened the door and stepped out, her eyes adjusting to the darkness faster than a human's would. "Mark is that you?" An eerie chill was going up her spine. "Famine? War? Damn it are YOU two doing this?" She put her hands on her hips and scowled. "If this is your idea of a joke-"

The lights suddenly came back on and she found herself pretty much blinded on the spot. "Mother FUCKER!" She blinked several times and shook her head, managing to regain her sight after a couple of minutes. When she did she found a little baby doll sitting up on the table in front of her, its big blue eyes staring right at her. "What the fuck…

"Little pretty doll, dressed in red tonight. It's the witching hour, in the dead of night. Come on pretty doll. Dance away with me. If you're still asleep, let me in your dream."

Michelle whirled around and saw Death standing there, just a few feet away from her. And it wasn't any replacement Death they were supposed to have. It was the original-the LAST one she wanted to see. "Oh fuck…"

"Little pretty doll. Tell me little tales, of your fantasies, of your little friends…" Death's voice trailed off as he began to sway from side to side. "I had a baby doll once. You remember her don't you? She was the prettiest one, my Baby Doll was. So pretty…you could only wish to be so pretty. "

"How the hell are you back?" Michelle asked, her voice hardening up and sounding tougher than she actually felt at the moment. "You're supposed to be DEAD!"

"I AM dead!" Death angrily ripped down his hood and scowled. "But did you think I could REST? Did you think this was OVER? You took EVERYTHING from me!"

"You BETRAYED us!" Michelle hissed. "You were one of US! YOU were supposed to stand alongside us when we ran this whole place to the ground alongside Mark but NOOOOOO! You had to fall in love and LEAVE! Not only that, but a HUMAN? A fucking little ugly bitch that-"

She never got to finish the rest of her sentence. Death had his scythe out and he swung it, catching Michelle between the legs and ripping upwards, slicing her in half. The two halves fell to the floor with loud spats and he nodded satisfactorily before stepping over the mess and sitting on the table.

"You're not ugly Baby Doll," he cooed, picking up the doll and cradling it in his arms like it was real. To him, it was right now. It was his Baby Doll. "No you're not you're so beautiful. I don't know why you can't believe me and listen to people like HER. She's a fucking ugly bitch who's jealous. They're all jealous Baby Doll they are. They can't ever be as beautiful so they tear you down. Down down down doooowwwnnn…." His voice trailed off as he sniffled. "I'll get them all Baby Doll. I promise." He gently kissed the doll's face before setting it down nice and pretty and disappearing without a trace.