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"Spencer you're cheating no fair!" Lindsey yells as she chases after me.

"Glen, be a big brother and save meeeee!" I yell to Glen who is somewhere hiding probably.

"Spencer stop cheating!" Lindsey chuckles out.

"I'm not cheating!" I shout as I dodge a water balloon. "You're just not fast enough!" I smile and dodge another one.

"Troy help me get her!" She yells to her younger cousin who's visiting with her family for the weekend. Glen and I have been over pretty much all day everyday since Friday. We've been playing all sorts of games this weekend, and having a blast doing so. Right now we're having a water balloon fight. It's me and Glen against Lindsey and her twelve-year-old little cousin. They can't find Glen and I'm too quick. So right now, technically Glen and I are winning.

"Glen!" I shout from behind a tree as Troy and Lindsey charge towards me. Suddenly, Glen appears from inside the dog house with two water balloons in hand. He hits Troy first, in his leg and then tosses another one and hits Lindsey in the back.

"We win!" He shouts when they both hit the ground like they've been shot. We're teenagers...we can be dramatic. "Oh yeah, we win, you lose, oh yeah." Glen says doing a little victory dance.

"What the hell was that?" I walk up next to Glen and ask.

"I was hiding and waiting for the right moment to attack." Glen says confidently. I give him a look. "Well it worked didn't it?" He asks and I roll my eyes at him and walk away. "Whaaaaat?" He calls after me as I stomp away into the house.

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"Glen stop!" I half shout as Glen chases after me with some sort of dead animal.

"Not so much noise guys." Tim tells us. We're taking a break from driving while everyone grabs a bite to eat, uses the bathroom and stretches.

"Mom make him stop!" I run and hide behind my mom.

"Glen, leave your sister alone." She tells him in an uninterested tone.

"Well you're no fun." Glen huffs and tosses the rodent somewhere in the grass.

"Thanks." I let out a sigh of relief and say to my mom.

"Mhm." She says looking at a map.

"Where are we?"

"Little Rock I think."

"How much longer 'til we get to Atlanta?" I question.

"Maybe nine hours."

"Okay." I say cheerfully before walking towards Ashley who's sitting on the ground by the van reading a book we found under the seat in the van.

Isn't she just the cutest?

"Spencer." My mom calls after me.

"Yeah?" I ask, turning around and walking back to her.

"You're different." She says, looking up from the map at me.

"No I'm not." I shake my head.

"Yeah, you seem different." She nods and scans my face with narrowed eyes.

"Tim says we're gonna head out now." Glen says as him and Aiden walk up next to us.

"Glen, isn't there something different about your sister?" My mother asks my brother and I can feel my cheeks go red. I'm not sure if him and Aiden are aware of what happened between Ashley and I at the police station but I don't want to find out.

"Yeah there is mom." Glen says as him and Aiden chuckle.

"What do you think it is?" She asks Glen but is looking directly at me.

"I don't know mom, maybe we should ask Spencer. What's different about you Spencer?" He asks in a sing song voice. Of course he knows. I don't know why I would think he didn't. And because I blabbed on his 'relations' with Aiden, I doubt he's gonna hold back this little information.

"Nothing is different." I shake my head and shrug. Glancing back at Ashley who is looking this way now.

"Something is definitely different." My mother says with a nod.

"Yes Spencer, do tell...what's different." I hit Glen in the stomach before turning back to my mother.

"Nothings different!"

"Somethings different." She says.

"Will you drop this."

"Tell mom what's different baby sis." Glen says with a smile.

"Yeah! I wanna know." Aiden chimes in.

"It's nothing." I shake my head.

"It's definitely something." My mother says.

"Can we please move on?"

"Not until you say what's different." Glen says.

"If you say the word different, one more time I swear to God I'm gonna cas-"

"Ah ha!" My mother says snapping her fingers in realization. Uh oh! I'm totally busted. I swallow hard and wait for her to speak again. "Did you cut your hair?" She asks, lifting my hair in her hands. I let out a sigh of relief and smile.

"Yeah, just a bit." I say then turn to Glen who looks bored now. Him and Aiden walk away towards the van.

"Well, you look nice." She smiles and folds the map up.

"Alright, let's head out." Tim says and everyone files back into their vehicles.

"Thanks mom." I say awkwardly, backing up to the van.

"What was that about?" Ashley asks as I turn around.

"Geez!" I grab my chest. "You've gotta stop doing that." She scared the crap outta me.

"Sorry." She says, her lips curling up into a smile. "So what was that about?" She asks nodding in my moms direction.

"Nothing." I shake my head.

"It didn't seem like nothing." She says quirking a brow.

"I thought my mom might have found out about what happened at the police station." I say quickly and Ashley's eyes go wide.

"What? Did she?!" She asks, an entire octave higher than her normal speaking voice.

I giggle before answering. "No." I shake my head.

"Oh." She says trying to pretend like she wasn't just worried.

"Ash, you driving?" Aiden asks, leaning out the van.

"Yeah." She says, quickly turning on her heels and practically running around to the driver's side. I get in the passenger side as Glen and Aiden climb in the backseat.

"You're a jerk Glen." I look back and tell my brother as Ashley pulls off.

"Yeah, I know." He says smiling.

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"Spencer wake up." Ashley shakes me awake. It's dark outside now.

"Are we there yet?" I ask in a soft voice, opening one eye.

"No we're not. I think Tim has a flat." She says giggling at me.

"What?" I question. I didn't say anything funny.

"Your cuteness is unbearable sometimes." She says and leans over and kisses my lips.

"If being cute will get me kisses then call me Elmo." I say when she pulls back.

"Elmo isn't cute, Spencer." She says with a serious face.

"What? Of course he is." I retort.

"No." She says firmly. "He's creepy." She adds.

"Nonsense." I shake my head.

"What kinda toy giggles all the time? He has to be high or something." She says and I can tell she's so serious right now. I burst into laughter.

"And I'm the cute one." I say and shake my head.

"You two are ridiculous." We turn around and see Kyla shaking her head at us. Aiden and Glen are asleep on the back seat. Both lightly snoring.

"Shut up and go back to sleep Ky." Ashley says to her sister, who does just that, before turning back to me and saying, "I'm gonna see what's going on okay." I nod as she gets out of the van. I turn around in my seat so I can look out the back window at the other two stopped vehicles. My dad and Tim are out their cars talking to Ashley about something. A few moments later Ashley comes back to the car. "Tim's van has a flat. They're gonna see if they can change it quickly, if not we're diving them into both vans until we can get another car for them."

"How much longer until we reach Atlanta?" I question, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I don't know why I'm so tired.

"Five hours maybe." She shrugs.

"I gotta pee." I say opening the door to the van.

"You want me to come with?" She questions, grabbing her bow from the floor.

"No." I shake my head and grab my bag. "I got this one." I assure her with a smile. She looks at me apprehensively for a moment before nodding and letting me walk off.

"Where you going baby sis?" I hear Glen yell from the van.

"To pee!" I shout back like everyone needed to know my business. I walk further into the woods. Taking my gun off my holster as I search for a place to do my business. I don't want to go too far away from the group but I also wanna be far enough away from wandering eyes.

One thing I can tell you that really and truly sucks about a zombie apocalypse... being a girl over the age of lets say thirteen. I mean, it happens for girls younger than that but thirteen is pretty much the age where everyone gets it.

Ah! The joys of being a woman.

Right!

More like fuck you mother nature!

After I do my business I pull my clothes up and start heading back up to the highway.

"Argh! Ungh! Arrrh!" Fuck my life. I turn around and see three zombie shuffling towards me.

Why is it always when I'm going to the bathroom? What is it with these zombies and knowing exactly when I'm at my most vulnerable?

I take off running towards the highway. Not wanting to waste bullets when I can simply outrun them when the unthinkable happens. I trip over a fucking bush and drop my bag.

Yes that bag!

My bag full of skittles and other essential supplies. It slides halfway across the fucking forest. Okay I'm being dramatic. It's like ten feet in front of me but still... how the fuck did it go so far? I hop up as quickly as I can, and make a run for my bag.

Just my luck... two more walkers are coming from the direction my bag landed. There's no way I can make it to my bag without getting caught.

I have to get my skittles though! You don't even understand.

Or maybe you do! Either way... I'm not leaving without that bag.

"Fuck!" I say as the walkers gain on me. I need to make a decision and fast. I decide to run in a circle around them. I take off to my left and they all follow. I run around them and make it to the other side but the walkers by my bag aren't moving fast enough so I circle again. This time when I make it around to my bag they're far enough away that I can grab it. I reach down for it but of course it's stuck to something. I pull as hard as I can, breaking the strap but getting my bag free and just as I do a walker comes from behind and bites my arm.

"Fuuuuuuuck!" I scream out as I turn around and push the thing off of me. Next thing I hear are five gunshots as I hit the ground.

"Shit, shit, shit. Spencer!" I hear Glens voice as he runs over to me. "Baby sis talk to me." He turns my face to look at him. "Are you bitten?" He questions.

"No." I shake my head.

"But I saw-"

"Look." I cut him off. Lifting the sleeve of my shirt.

"Who taught you that?" He asks, examining the padding covering my arms. Two thick pieces of rubber taped on each arm.

"Ashley did it at the police station." I tell him as I unwrap the tape and pull the rubber off to examine my arm.

"No teeth marks." He says, letting out a sigh of relief.

"Nope." I shake my head and smile. "Wait..." I say, racking my brain to replay what Glen had just said. "What do you mean you saw?" I question him. "Were you watching that entire time?" I question him and he gives me a guilty smile. "What the hell Glen?" I question, punching him the arm. "I coulda died." I point out.

"I'm sooooorry baby sis. I was waiting for the right moment."

"For what?" I question.

"To make my move." He shrugs and smiles as he helps me off the ground.

"Always trying to be the hero." I shake my head and roll my eyes at my crazy brother.

"Yeah. And timing is everything." He smiles and puts an arm around me.

"Let's not tell Ashley about this okay?" I say and he nods.

"Mom and dad?" He questions.

"Definitely not." I shake my head.

"My lips are sealed." He says zipping his lips.

"And Glen."

"Hmm?"

"Thanks for saving me." I say softly.

"Anytime baby sis." He says and kisses my forehead.