JENNY'S POV:

"Jenny, what's going on?"

Those words seemed muted to be as Kaitlyn worriedly reached out towards me, attempting to find out my situation.

My situation was that I had found the person responsible for getting me left behind, killing Charlie and Chris, injuring the group in a crash, torturing Matt and Leon, causing Ray's death, and was one of the main reasons why Matt lost his arm. I quickly slid off the truck with a hatchet I had gained a while back and swung it at the undead Penelope.

"You goddamn bitch!" I yelled, striking her many, many times. I wasn't even aiming for the head, I just wanted to get my anger out. Both arms flew off, I cut into the shoulder, slowly chopping her in half. Kaitlyn watched in awe at my rage, but I didn't even care.

"Jenny, calm down!" Kaitlyn yelled.

"How can I when this bitch caused so much to happen?!" Kaitlyn scooted forward, as if to stop me. I just kept going and going, until Penelope was split in half and the left side of her slid off her body, leaving the right side motionless and the left still moving. "Jenny, enough!" Kaitlyn yelled as she ran towards me and grabbed my shoulders.

"Let me go!" I yelled, and began to struggle against Kaitlyn. "Snap out of it!" I wriggled myself free and looked at Kaitlyn. "Fine, just one last hit." I sunk the hatchet down into the skull of the wriggling Penelope, putting her down for good.

As soon as that happened, I just sunk to my knees, exhausted.

"What the hell was that?!" Kaitlyn almost screamed. I sighed. "It's a long story, Eli should tell you, he knows more." Kaitlyn nodded in response, and picked me up. "Listen, don't do that." Kaitlyn requested. "I get she did some awful things, but we're on guard duty, and screaming your head off isn't going to help in the slightest."

All I did was sigh. "I understand."

MATT'S POV:

"-and that's how I got a serious reprimanding from my officer." Sal finished his story, causing howls of laughter to be heard. Sal told the story about how he and his navy buddies were fed up with a guy they hated, so they put firecrackers under his bed and the room caught fire as a result.

"At least navy man wasn't a stick in the mud." Quinn said, causing some more laughter while Sal flipped him off. Heath then returned, still resisting the effects of alcohol. "Alright, now my turn." Heath sat down in between Cody and Terrance. "So, the neighborhood I lived on was great, nice and quiet, perfect for a night's sleep after doing small shows that were actually exhausting."

Everyone nodded. "Well, one day, this internet singer moves in next door, and he decides to give out his address so fans are all trying to meet him, saying he's hot as hell when in reality, he looks like his face caught fire and someone tried to put it out with a damn hammer." A few laughs were shared. "He's also a absolute cuntlord, saying he's the most popular guy on the street."

"Sounds like it." Eve said, to which Heath smiled. "He was indeed." He cracked his knuckles. "Not only that, he'd play some of the worst music I've ever heard, and I swear to fucking god, a five-hundred pound man after eating six pounds of Taco Bell is basically Mozart compared to him."

More laughter ensured, due to Heath's bizarre comparison. "So one night, I actually hear my place being broken into, and when I investigate, there's these teenage bitches trying to steal my TV and take it next door."

"Did you hit them?" Haley asked, and Heath shook his head. "Regardless of my anger, I would never, ever hit a woman." Heath paused. "Unless they hit me more than five times." An uncomfortable look was shared, but Heath kept going. "So it turns out the TV there was broken because the guy fell on it, and wanted a free TV, so he sent those girls to break into my house and steal my TV, and needless to say, the cops got involved, and they were sent to jail, but not before comparing the douche to god."

Heath took another drink, slammed it down, and sighed. "Man, Cody, you really know the good stuff, what is this?" Cody shook the bottle he was holding. "It's Dalmore 62, it's expensive as hell." Heath laughed at this and offered some to me, and I shook my head. "I'm trying to not get too buzzed, just continue your tale." Heath laughed and nodded.

"The guy comes over the next morning, angry that the cops were called and now needs fifty thousand dollars, and wanted me to pay." Heath said. "I slammed the door in his face, and about two days later, the guy holds another party, and actually tries to invade the house with his fangirls, saying it's goddamn 'savage'." Heath put quotations at that with his fingers. "So I sneak out, and I see he has these trophies in a display case, so I proceed to steal them, and melt them down."

Lex, Sal, and Terrance laughed extremely loud, with Lex even falling out of his chair and slamming his fist numerous times. "Then I used it to make some jewelry for Beth." Heath said. "You haven't told us where you punched him." I said. "Oh yeah, so the guy now wants me to hold the party at my house, and if I don't, he'll sue me." Heath continued. "He later shows up and tries to force his way in with the party, but all I do is punch him square in the jaw, knocking his stupid ass out, and someone recorded it. It ended up on some site, and it caused me to get some attention, and I ended up suing the guy for a nice sum of money."

"Heh, that sounds pretty damn nice." I said, and Heath leaned back and sighed. "Beth still has that jewelry." I looked over at Eve.

"You know, I don't think we've thought about the future, and what will happen if we survive." I said, and Heath nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I mean, what next?" I shrugged.

"Only one way to find out."

If only I had known that the one way to find that would be very difficult.


Well, another long ass chapter, and I'm pretty happy.

Additionally, I've been planning to get together with a friend and work on a visual novel!

Ciao!