Once again, sorry my posts are slowing down. I'm adjusting to the new school. So far its pretty cool.

I'm trying to think if there is anything groundbreaking I need to tell any of you... not really. Questions and comments are ALWAYS welcome in the review section. Please I would love to hear from you guys!

Thanks, lots of love

Tara

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING!

Little Rock sighed standing up as she studied the body. Life was precious in zombieland, but a corpse was a corpse and she had become so desensitized that seeing one no longer reminded her that death had struck. She no longer remembered that a whole life had just ended forever. It was just another body.

"Hey!" she called to the man who was still going ballistic towards the wreck.

"What?" he snapped.

"Where you from?" she asked.

"What?" he repeated, clearly too shaken up to comprehend what she was asking.

"Where were you born?" she rephrased her question.

"Why the fuck do you care?" he asked, looking like he was on the brink of tears.

"We don't use names, we use cities. Where are you from?" she asked again.

"London," he shrugged as he clasped both hands behind his head.

"Okay then London," she said trying to be patient and gentle. "Why don't you come inside with us, and let our guys get this cleaned up okay?" she suggested.

"I can't leave him," he shook his head motioning to the body.

"Don't worry, we'll take care of him… You just come with us okay?" she suggested again. He took a deep breath.

"Tell 'em not to fuck with my jet," he said wiping his eyes of some betraying tears. "No one touches my bird but me."

"They won't touch it. I promise," she nodded.

"Sorry about this," Danny whispered into her ear. Chicago's mind sprinted to catch up. He had his arm around her and the machete at her throat. For the second time he had cought her with her guard down.

"Let her go!" Tal barked taking aim.

"I wouldn't if I were you," Danny warned mocking Chicago's threat from before. "She'll be dead before I hit the ground, that I guarantee," he added. Tal gritted his teeth but lowered the gun, as did the other slayers.

Danny started to make his slow escape keeping his eye on the troop as he pulled Chicago along. "I don't want to kill you if I don't have too," he said to her.

"Hard to believe you right now," she replied sounding acidic.

"You know you said it was a choice of if we were on the same side or not," he said.

"Let me guess, you made your choice," she sneered.

"No, I didn't, that's the thing," he replied. "I mean-" his sentence was cut short by the ring of a single shot. Chicago froze, Danny toppled and Chloe burst from her hiding spot in the trees. "Ah! Goddamn it!" he exclaimed.

Chicago grabbed the machete as Chloe skidded up beside them and knelt beside Danny. "You're lucky I'm a good shot," she muttered.

"You shot me in the fucking leg!" he grunted.

"I could have killed you," she snapped starting to take care of the wound she had inflicted. Chicago took a few steps away trying to collect her thoughts.

"You okay?" Tallahassee asked drawing close to her.

"I'm fine," she sighed as she rubbed her temples.

"So then what now?" he asked.

"uh," she closed her eyes scrubbing her hands over them. Adrenaline always left her burnt out. "We gotta get back to Denver," she shook her head looking around. She was unsure of what to do.

"Okay," he nodded. "Listen up!" he snapped. "Me and Chicago are going ahead. We need to get back to Denver to check into things. Ya'll follow us and get back as fast and safe as you can. Bring this piece of shit with you," he added casting a glare towards Danny.

"Maybe it's not a good idea… maybe I should stay with them," Chicago sighed.

"What happened to no one walks alone?" he replied. "It'll be fine."

"Hello?" Denver answered his phone stepping outside the small break room of the airport security.

"Denver, whats happening? Is every thing cool?" Chicago asked as she moved along at a brisk pace behind Tallahassee.

"Uh… well… more or less," he replied scratching the back of his neck. "What about you? Where are we at?"

"Me and Tal left the kids, we're on foot heading down the mountain. Kinda hoping you could pick us up at the waterhole," she replied.

"Done and done, I'm on my way," he said already patting his pockets for his keys.

"Denver, are we in trouble?" she asked seriously. He gave a brief pause for thought.

"You decide when you get here," he said at length. Chicago smiled.

"See you in a bit," she said.

"Be careful," he said in return. The line clicked down and Denver turned, poking his head back in the door. "I'm going to pick up Chicago and Tal. I have my phone," he said.

"Okay," Columbus nodded. Denver closed the door again and Columbus shifted his gaze back to London who was sitting on the couch, sipping on some coffee. He set it down on the table, fiddling with his flight suit.

"We started flying almost a year ago, looking for survivors, then reporting it back home. There is a colony in the hills a few clicks to the east of London… most of Europe is gone though, and flying is getting harder and harder," he said.

"How many in the colony?" Little Rock asked.

"Oh, not too many. Probably two hundred when I was last there," he shook his head. "Me and Dom didn't find anyone over here either, until you," he added.

"Hell of a trip," Wichita muttered.

"So is London gone?" Washington asked. London nodded solemnly.

"It's a ghost town… no one left alive," he replied. Washington took a deep, disappointed breath.

"Well… at least I got to have hope for a few years more than some other people," he said with a brief nod.

"Hey there," Pace grinned approaching Concord. She glanced at him then delivered a killing blow to the bag. "You know I think maybe we got off on the wrong foot," he started.

"Just stop!" she snapped. "I'm trying to focus."

"Then give me just one smile and I will leave you alone," he said. She glared at him again. "No a smile," he smirked.

"Why the fuck should I smile?" she hissed.

"Three reasons," he said holding up three fingers. "One, it increases your face value. Two it's a crime for someone like you to not smile. Three, a smile from you would be strong enough to give me a boner all on its own," he added.

Concord took a swing at him, but Pace had known before even approaching her that she would. He ducked under it and danced around behind her. "I hate to criticize but you aren't very good are you?" he asked when she spun around to face him again.

"Better than you though," she growled. "And do you want to know why?" she practically spat the words at him. "I train every chance I have. I train hours a day instead of trying to get laid every chance I have."

"Once again, three things," he held up his fingers again. "I train plenty, but I train in useful area's. How often is a zombie going to ask you to box before it bites into you? Two, I don't try to get laid every chance I get; if I did I would never get time to do anything else. And finally three, would you like to make a bet that you're better than me?"

"Sure," she nodded confidently. "Hundred credits says I can put you down," she said.

"No, no, no, if you want to lose, it will cost you a date," he said with a cocky grin.

"If I lose I'll get coffee with you," she said rolling her eyes.

"Fine," he nodded.

"But if I win," she said gaining his attention. "You stop harassing me," she said.

"Done," he nodded.

"Get some gloves," she said pointing to a rack.

"Nah, just give me yours," he said.

"What?" she snapped.

"I'll use gloves and you can use bare knuckle," he replied.

"That's not fair," she shook her head.

"Yeah, you're right… I'll only use my left," he shrugged.

"Slow up!" Tallahassee panted as he ran after Chicago.

"I don't want Denver to beat us," she replied.

"Who cares who gets there first," Tallahassee sighed.

"Me," she replied shortly. Tallahassee stopped cold forcing Chicago to look back. "What?" she held out her arms.

"Why are you acting this way all of a sudden?" he said.

"Tal now's not the time," she muttered.

"The second we get back you are gonna be gone!" he snapped. "I'll be lucky to see you at all for god only knows how long! Now I want gods honest truth about what the fuck is wrong with you!"

"You want the truth?" she repeated, he nodded vigorously. "The truth?" she snapped. "The truth is that the kids are getting married!" she shouted. He seemed taken aback.

"That's it?" he asked.

"That's it," she replied. He ran his tongue around his cheek for a second.

"So… why does that make you act like I fucked another woman in front of you?" he asked. Chicago's jaw dropped.

"Columbus practiced on me for four weeks before he asked Wichita," she said in a growl.

"So?" Tal shrugged.

"It got me to wondering about my life," she said dropping her voice so as not to attract the undead more than she already had.

"Do you want me to marry you? Is that the subtle hint I am getting?" he asked.

"No!" she snapped. "You're missing the point Tal! I'm thinking about where we're going! I don't give a fuck if I have a ring on my finger all I want is a real life!"

"What do you mean a real life?" he asked throwing his arms out. "Look around you!"

"I want a bit more when I wake up than 'hey I lived for another day!" she exclaimed straining to keep her voice down. "I just… I want some level of normality," she said.

"Normality? Wasn't it you that coined the phrase 'there is no normal?' I mean Jesus Chicago!" he muttered.

"I can't take it anymore… I gotta have something more than surviving," she said. Tallahassee set his jaw. She was right.

"You know what…" he shook his head then turned it into a nod. "You're right… this isn't the time for it." He brushed past her.

Pace hit the mat, feeling some blood trickle from his nose. "Want to use that other hand yet?" she asked. He got up as gracefully as he could.

"Nope," he shook his head. She took another swing at him, nailing him in the gut a couple times with some fast jabs. Pace felt all of the air rush from his body and staggered back.

"Now?" she asked.

"No… but I think that you've had your fun," he shrugged then moved faster than the wind itself. Using his left hand he caught her in the side, knocking her off balance. He swung again, letting her block the blow and leave her stomached open again. He pummeled her like a punching bag until she staggered backwards. Pace put the final blow in, trying to be careful with her face. Concord hit the mat and didn't move for a second as she saw stars.

Pace pulled the glove off using his teeth then collapsed into the floor beside her, sprawling out on his back. "Didn't hurt you did I?" he asked. Concord sat up and rubbed her face.

"No," she said with a little surprise. "It just… put me down," she added.

"My master taught me that one," he said.

"You actually listened to someone?" she muttered.

"I know, god forbid," he chuckled sitting up. "Come on, lets get showered. I'll pull my car around."

"Wait, you want to get coffee right now?" she asked.

"That was the deal," he replied.

"You never said when," she shook her head.

"You never asked when," he replied then walked away.

Chicago slammed the passenger door closed and buckled her seatbelt as Tallahassee climbed into the bed of the pickup. "I take it you two are still at it?" Denver asked as he watched the road.

"It doesn't matter," Chicago shook her head. "Where are we at?"

"No, it does sort of matter. You two aren't supposed to be at each others throats all the time," he shook his head.

"Please, don't start this. I just want to focus on what's happening right now," she said rubbing her hand over her eyes. He sighed.

"Fine. We have a gaping hole in the fence. Works already started to get it patched. The surviving pilot is in custody. He seems friendly. Last but not least Kokomo has had a breakthrough," he said. Chicago spun in the seat.

"What kind of breakthrough?" she asked.

"One of her tests has caused a zombie to calm down a bit and he's exhibiting some mimicry behavior," Denver said.

"What do you make of it?" she asked.

"I don't know…. Possibly something could come of it, on the condition that Kokomo doesn't go crazy and get herself killed. She's already trusting the damn thing enough to name it," he shrugged.

"Well… we can control that," she shrugged.

"Never fall into the illusion of control," he said giving the air of a father with advice.