Weeks had gone by. Days felt like they'd never end. Each hour seemed to become one long hour. One 1440 minute hour. Time barely matter since the end of the world, but now time was the only thing that kept the group from completely losing it. Time was more important than it had ever been.

Words seem to have become obsolete. No one talked anymore. No one wanted to. There was a silent agreement between everyone, all because they felt if they spoke, they'd notice the voices missing. It was easier for all voices to be gone.

The team of survivors held a service for the family they lost. It wasn't much but they had found a church to spend the night in and before the unpacked their sleeping supplies, they worked together to make tall wooden crosses to add to the yard that surrounded the building.

Dave had made sure to carve Mitch's name into one of them as carefully as he could. The others were surprised to see he didn't shed a tear. Logan on the other hand, couldn't stop crying. He sounded like a Witch more than a Witch actually did. He sounded empty. His face was beginning to resemble a skeleton since he refused to eat. Each day he grew weaker and sometimes someone would have to carry him wherever he needed to go.

Eric began to notice the change in everyone immediately. He was the leader for goodness sake. If he couldn't fix his team he didn't know what he could do. Eric became angry more than upset. He started blaming himself for all the lives he lost. But then Mitch would come to mind, and he could feel his heart being squeezed by a feeling he didn't care to think about. He didn't even feel that when he thought of Willow. Of course he was still grieving over the death of his sister, but he wasn't there for it. He shrugged his shoulders and decided he'd never figure out his emotions.

Jackie and Esteban were a different story. They knew damn well what their emotions were and they weren't afraid to show it. Most of the time they were arguing. A lot was said over the past week or so that would make Deadpool faint. When they weren't arguing they avoided each other. No one knew what started the feud exactly, but no one was brave enough to ask. Those two angry was just as bad as a horde. Mostly because they are normally calm and collected it was scary to see anything different.

Matthew seemed out of it in a different way. The group suspected he kept a stash of the drugs he mentioned he use to sell, just to keep himself calm. Mark wanted to confront him about it, but he was to afraid because he didn't know if he would tell him it's a problem or tell him to share.

The weird thing was, Matthew didn't seem different. He just had a look on his face at all times, that made you wonder if he was lost. He would eat half of what he was given and try to offer it to Logan, so the group knew he understood what was happening around him. It was still strange to be worried about drugs in this environment.

Everyone had agreed that they would stay at the church one more day in hopes that they'd find somewhere safer. Not just to protect them from the infected but it was beginning to get colder at night and the church wasn't the warmest of places they've had the pleasure of staying in.

At night Logan would look out the window and stare at the stars like he promised Jewelle they would do one day. His stomach flipped at the fact that it never happened.

Once everyone was asleep, Logan took a shaky breath in and walked out the door. He hated being trapped inside and decided to sit at the end of the walkway so he could look straight up and see the stars better. He could almost fall asleep out there if the sound of the infected in the distance didn't keep him up.

Everyone had noticed that the sounds of zombies seemed to be getting closer each day. Add that to the list of reasons they were leaving in the morning. The only problem was, the sounds of the dead sounded like it was the same zombies everyday. Sometimes they could hear a Witch screaming from far away, but no matter how far it sounds, it doesn't mean they were safe from it.

Logan began to notice his eyes were drooping. With a deep growl he twisted around to pop his spine a few times. He laughed at the memory of Jewelle saying he was abnormal because he'd pop his bones in a specific order. As he looked at the stars one last time, his smile faded. He began to think that in a different life, Jewelle would be right next to him.

That's when he heard it.

The loud screech of a Hunter. Logan threw his arms up as if to protect his face from his certain doom. He had often wondered which infected would kill him, and he always prayed I wasn't a Hunter. The thought of being torn open didn't seem like a winner in his book. And now, of course, one was heading right for him. In the back of his mind he welcomed the thought of death. He couldn't fight back anymore. He was too weak. Not that he would want to fight anymore if he was being honest.

What felt like hours went by before Logan questioned why he was still breathing. When he opened his eyes, his mouth fell open at what he saw.

The Hunter sat on the other side of the street like a cat. Its head tilted to the side as it stared back at Logan. After a few seconds it looked left and right two times each. At first Logan thought it had heard something, then he realized.

It was looking both ways before crossing the street.

The infected began to crawl its way towards him. Once it stopped Logan could tell this Hunter was different. It was a girl. This surprise was followed by another when the creature reached up and removed its hood that hid its face. With a hiss from the discomfort it felt from the brightest only it saw, the infected slowly opened her eyes and stared at Logan.

Logan's bottom lip began to tremble. His breathing became forced and his eyes were blinded with tears. But he still believed what he saw was real.

"Jewelle?"