Terry was standing in the surf, his pant legs were rolled up and the warm crystal clear water bubbled up and made the smooth silk feeling sand, squish in-between his toes. He had been standing there for the past seven minuets or so.

They arrived on the main land less then two hours after Ana sent them off onto the boat...Terry had no idea where to go, for all he knew those things were still in full mass on the main land.

But the boat wasn't gonna run forever, and he needed to take Hunter someplace safe.

They found the bay...which Terry had left less then four years ago with the others...it now looked old and over grown by weeds and plants.

The boats that were once new and high class, were now empty skeletons tied up to the rotting docks.

Main land made chills rush through him...something uneasy made him not wanna set foot onto it.

So he drove the boat further down, until they found a small opening...almost a small bay which opened up to a small hidden beach.

They had been staying there for the past week or so.

They ate fruit from the large hanging trees above them and drank the sticky juice from them...but the sun was getting hotter, and Terry knew they couldn't stay there forever.

So far there had been no signs of those things or Ana...Terry knew the men must have got her.

But he was so scared to say it out loud, for all he knew Kenneth was dead to.

So he waited. But time was now passing, and he had to take Hunter somewhere.

So he stood in the surf, trying his best to think...for the first few nights he couldn't sleep...he kept seeing Nicole fall onto the sand dead...shot right in front of him.

But why hadn't he cried yet?

He then brought up his hand and rubbed his neck...his whole face was now growing a stubby beard, and his hair was growing into a short shag.

He sighed and then turned to see where Hunter was.

Hunter was further up the beach, playing with one of his trucks that he had brought with him.

He was such a beautiful boy, a Godsend almost.

Terry couldn't tell him he thought Ana was dead...it hurt his heart to much.

So he walked up to Hunter and sat down beside him, looking out at the ocean.

"What's wrong Terry?"

"Nothing buddy...just thinking."

Terry then looked over at him and saw he was looking at something.

"What that's."

Hunter looked down at it and then handed it to Terry.

"Nicole gave it to me a while back, said she took it back when mommie and Daddy were alive."

Terry took the photograph in his sandy fingers and looked at it closer.

It was a photo of Michael and Ana back at Crossroads...it was the photo they had taken the day everyone was fooling around on a skateboard he had found...he smiled remembering how Norma and Monica tried to stand up on it.

The photo was of Michael and Ana, both standing on the skateboard...arms around each other and laughing.

Terry looked at the photo and tried to remember, even back then when they were happy.

Terry smiled still looking at the photograph.

He then knew...sitting around here, looking back for the past wasn't going to help anyone...he needed to find help.

So without another word...he told Hunter to put his things back in his backpack, and to jump onto his back.

They walked further up hill for a while until they reached the dock yard...so far none of those things.

They walked further...and then found a car...which looked as if it hadn't been moved in a thousand years.

Terry sat Hunter down beside it and Terry looked it over...until he found something sticking up on the hood.

It was a piece of paper...old and fadded.

It said...

Gone to East Buffalo, Pittsburg Pennsylvania...take highway 98, then East until state line, gone to camps there...safe.

New Jersey, Utopia, and Michael.

Terry held the note in his hands, he knew that people were still alive, Kenneth in fact said durning one of their runs for supplies, that he had found notes and signs like that all over the city.

People going to different states, where safe camps where.

Terry had no idea how old this note was...but it showed a place which didn't seem that far in his mind...maybe a place with people.

He bit his lip and knew that if this car even started...who knew how long the gas would last, and if there were gonna be more of those things along the way. He did have Hunter to worry about now.

But looking down at Hunter...sitting down and playing with his trucks, he knew he had to take a chance.