I slowly started heading back to the house, I really needed to convince myself that Dylan wont be mad but in all actuality he will be extremely angry. I was now a block from the house and my mind was starting to race, my anxiety level skyrocketing off this planet.

I heard a sudden growl, I recognized it but kept walking, I know it was Dylan.

I stopped five houses before the one we were at.

"If you're mad come down and tell me." I shouted, another growl, I blinked and Dylan was in front of me.

"You bet I'm angry." Dylan said, his anger waved off him worse then what happened with Allen.

"I'm sorry Dylan." I muttered, Dylan snarled.

"I'm not accepting your apology." He said, I quickly shot a look at him.

"Well fine, I'll just find somewhere else to sleep tonight, cause I'm obviously not allowed in the bed!" I exploded, all my feelings bursting out in that sentence, I turned around, Dylan grabbed my shoulder, I pulled my shoulder away, without realizing how hard Dylan's grip was, he ended up cutting my shoulder a little.

I stormed off, I knew for a fact he would be angry at me, but what I failed to realize is how angry I really made him. I found a place close by, for my own safety, mostly in case something goes bad I have a chance to go back.

I stepped inside the small house, it had one floor, and one bedroom, it was the smallest thing I could find in the short amount of time I had.

I sat on the lone chair in the living room, I kept on thinking why Dylan wouldn't accept my apology, I don't get it, he didn't even give me a chance to explain why I left in the first place. I pulled my knees to my chest, I get that he was worried but he didn't need to act like that.

I felt the sting of tears coming again, I blinking them back, I don't need to cry, I have no real reason to.

I suddenly heard the shooting of a gun, crap, it's close, it sounded like a pistol to me, it would do less damage to me well depending on where I got shot but let's not test that.

I got out of the chair and made my way to the single bedroom, I wasn't staying out in the living room in cause luck isn't on my side tonight and the person ends up breaking in. I sat on the bed, the walls around me were a plain white, the dresser was broken in pieces, blood splattered across the ceiling.

I heard more gunshots, they were right outside, I lay curled up in a ball on the bed, I told myself over and over 'Please don't break in here.'

I heard the window smash, god damn it, of course, with my luck it shouldn't surprise me that something like this would happen.

I got off the bed and slid into the tiny closet, the survivor probably came in here for food, I pray they don't come into the room. I heard footsteps but they were no where near me, I heard the sound of cupboards opening, I took in small breaths trying to keep quiet, last thing I need is to get shot... again.

Dylan's PoV

I sat in one of the chairs in the living room, I don't understand why Leah would leave. I just wanted her to properly apologize for running off without telling me.

"Dylan." I heard Sam call, I moved my gaze towards the top of the stairs.

"What is it Sam?" I asked folding my arms over my chest.

"Where's my sister?" He asked, his tone obviously worried, I sighed heavily.

"She ran off." I mumbled, Sam walked down the stair and headed towards me.

"Why aren't you out there trying to find her?" Sam asked, I looked up at him.

"She's mad at me, she wont want my help." I said, Sam smacked the side of my head, that caught me off guard, I spat out a low growl.

"You love her don't you? GO GET HER." Sam yelled, I sighed and stood up.

"Don't ever hit me again." I said looking down at Sam, he shrunk back in fear before nodding.

"Sorry, just please go get her." Sam said, I smirked. I walked past Sam and rushed out the door.

The slap was uncalled for, but he was right. I needed to get Leah back.

Back to Leah's PoV

I could still hear the person searching the house, they are bound to come into this room and I have to be ready when that happens. I heard the footsteps come into the room, I held my breath, please don't look in here. The closet door started to open, a sudden noise stopped the person from opening the closet door.

I heard something scratching on the walls, I flattened myself against the wall of the closet. Gunshots rang out, I flinched at each shot, a loud scream rang out once the gun shots stopped. I slipped out of the closet, my body still pumping with adrenaline, the metallic scent of blood hit my nose, it was human. Whatever came into this house just saved my life but if it wants to spill more blood I need to get that gun to protect myself, my claws wont do much if I can't get close. I peeked around from the bedroom, the darkness making the hall seem so much longer. The moon light bounced off something shiny, it was the survivor's gun, I watched the black figure move from the body towards the kitchen, the figure was tall and menacing, it made me want to get the hell out of this house ASAP.

I attempted to build the courage to go diving for the gun but my adrenaline was wearing thin.

The tall dark figure emerged from the kitchen and started heading my way, I ducked my head back into the room, I slowed my breathing in any attempt to hide if that figure did see me.

A hand slunk around my neck, it's grip slowly getting tighter. I attempted to claw at the hand but it didn't move didn't even loosen.

I felt nails being dug into my neck, pain rushing though my body, the figure now stood in front of me, the light from the window illuminating the dark blue sweater. It was a Hunter and I'm more than certain it isn't Dylan, the stature seemed different, the red eyes that peered at me from behind the hood seemed darker more threatening.

The Hunter flashed me a grin, before opening his mouth like he was about to eat me, which in all honesty made no sense since he had just killed a human survivor, I closed my eyes and expected the worst.

Yaay Chapter 37

I thank you guys so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed.

Also you're welcome for the cliff hanger.

Kassy/MynxMoon