Author's Note: And I am back!! Weeee! Ok, please review.

Chapter 10-

July 1- No One Wants to be Alone

Josephine sat there, totally out of breath, but wonderfully happy. People. And not just dead people. And not just one or two people. But a whole fucking group. Seven or eight people. Companionship.

"So, what's your name sweetheart?"

Josephine looked up at the woman who sat across from her in the back of the truck, which was now moving again down the sidestreet. She was in her mid-30s. She was petite, but from the stoic, indifferent look on her cold face, one could definitely see both her physical and mental power. She had these striking blue eyes and long blond hair that barely hid a dangerous looking scar on the side of her face near her ear, which had at least 6 piercings. She was pretty, even in her shorts and baggy t-shirt, but didn't look like the type of woman to get into a fight with. This was probably the woman who helped her into the truck.

"I said what's your name?" the woman repeated, mildly annoyed.

"Joey." Josephine replied. She watched as the woman flicked her cigarette out of the truck and pulled another one out of a quickly-dwindling pack and lit it.

"Mmm. I'm Lisa. Ok everyone," she said with a certain air of authority to everyone else in the truck, including the people in the front, "Introduce yourselves to Joey, here." She made herself comfortable and rested one hand on her raised knee while puffing on her cigarette.

It started with the woman to Lisa's left. "Marie." she announced quietly. She had short, choppy brown hair and brown eyes with a dainty voice to accompany her dainty figure. She was even wearing a short dress with yellow sunflowers all over it. She seemed meek, like she didn't know how to defend herself. She was a crowd-follower.

"Freddy." said a bulky man maybe a little older than Lisa who sat next to Marie. This was probably the guy who helped Josephine onto the truck. He had shaggy brown hair and a white t-shirt and tattered blue jeans. But she distinctly noticed a medium sized blood stain on his right shoulder. Very suspicious. His brown eyes caught her staring at the patch of red and he quickly folded his arms and turned so she couldn't see it anymore.

"I'm Casey." said a young boy maybe a year or two older than Josephine. He was a good-looking kid. He had black shaggy hair and green eyes. He seemed kind of slouchy and scrawny. He wore a blue t-shirt and faded jeans. He was the only one to smile at Josephine.

Lisa then banged on a murky-colored sliding plastic cover that gave an ok view of those in the front. A man then opened it up. He was the driver. He glanced back with an embarrassed smirk. He had dirty red hair that was in a crew cut and cheerful blue eyes. "Oh yeah, um, Steve." He seemed to be in his late 20s, but was rather a bluky one, like Freddy.

A woman then poked her head out. "Sherry." she said. She was 30 or so and was the motherly type with brown curly hair and soft brown eyes. A little girl, no older than 8 poked her head out below the woman's. She had light brown hair and a quirky smile. "And this is my daughter, Christine." Yes, the girl did look like her mother.

And so the introductions were done.

Lisa cleared her throat. "So, why the fuck were you at a drive-in?" She puffed on her cigarette some more.

Josephine sighed. "I'm not really sure. I had been traveling... by myself for a day or two now and I just needed something better than walking among dead bodies." She wisely left out Davey.

"Mmm hmm." Lisa said like she didn't care. "Yeah, dead bodies are a pretty common thing nowadays."

Josephine looked at Lisa, disgusted. She was beginning not to like this woman. "How can just sit there and say shit like that?"

Lisa cocked an eyebrow and brought her cigarette away from her mouth. Everyone in the back of the truck had their eyes on the two women. Even those in the front opened the sliding plastic window and inch or two.

"Everyone is dead. Everyone. And you sit there with your stupid cigarette like your on a fieldtrip to the fucking zoo, like everything is peachy keen, like the world isn't ENDING. How?!?" Josephine said, enraged. She was starting the tension already and she had only been on the truck for a few minutes.

"Because it's easy. Becuase I can. And because I want to. And if there are any goddamn fucking problems with that, do keep them to yourself or get the hell off this truck." Lisa replied with a low growl.

Josephine gave an annoyed chuckle and kneeled and grabbed her stuff. She saw how the plastic window was slightly opened and she saw two sets of eyes staring through. "Stop the truck. I'm getting off." The truck began to slow down. Josephine had a certain amount of pride. And her pride and sense of rightness would not be contradicted or overruled by anyone, especially a woman with no respect for the thousands of dead bodies scattered about. She seemed arrogant and almost evil.

"Wait, no!" Casey said. He looked at Josephine. "Don't go. We're trying to pick up stragglers, not fight with them. Please. There's no point in you going. No one wants to be alone."

Josephine looked at him and how desperate he was. There was something about him. He looked different than the others. He looked normal. Everyone else had this uncaring expression. Something was very wrong about them. They looked like regular people who had just been through this traumatizing incident, this life-altering experience, but underneath was something sublte and unspoken. But you had to search to find it. But to the untrained eye, they were just as normal as Casey. But some things aren't always what they seem.

No one wants to be alone. And she knew that Casey was alone.

She sat back down but the truck had almost come to a complete stop. Freddy squinted his eyes for a moment at her and then looked to the front of the truck.

"Keep going, Steve."

The truck sped up and everyone sat in silence for quite some time.

Author's Note: Yeah, there is something wrong with these people. I'll go in depth with this later. Wow, this story has really evolved since it began. This was just going to be a nice lil tale, but now I'm noticing reoccuring themes like lonliness/being alone and the belief in God. I have amazing ideas for this story and the characters in it. Especially at the end.

And yeah, I need to skip ahead a few days. I'm lingering too much on certain things.