Almost two months after Terry and Hunter had left the bay, they arrived in Pennsylvania together. They barely made it across the state line, the journey had been rough on the two of them.

It seemed as if every time they put another hundred miles behind them, something went wrong with their transportation. They walked a lot, and twice came close to running into those things. Hunter was scared out of his mind and most nights couldn't stop crying, as Hunter carried him around, begging him to calm down in case any of those things heard them.

They slept in the dirt, always letting the elements get to them, and becoming sick most of the time. Hunter had a bad cough, his dirty face seemed to always be running with tears and he had nicks and bruised all over his torn clothes. Within a month he was starting to look like one of the boys from Lord of the Flies.

Terry had kept his hair as short as he could cut it by hand, but soon it became to hard and he gave up. For a while he thought his ribs were broken after running with Terry and throwing themselves to the side of the road, He craved for a warm meal and a fresh bath, but they took whatever they needed, and always in a hurry. He didn't care about anything else, as long as Hunter was okay.

But more then once, whenever they couldn't find shelter, and Hunter took at least three hours to fall off to sleep, because he was so busy crying his eyes out...scared that those things might find them and eat them, Terry would cover his shaking body in the pouring rain, and pray to God that if he didn't made it...Hunter would.

Time wore on, and one rainy dull gray morning, Terry was giving Hunter yet another piggy back ride, and walking down a never ending highway, on each side was miles upon miles of farm land and fields...lush green forests, and no one in sight.

Terry was tried, hurt and about to drop over...his feet slowly dragged, across the pavement, when he stopped dead and saw the sign that told them, they made it.

Terry could have cried.

They both then went into the fields, until they found the closest barn, and broke inside to get away from the rain.

Inside the place seemed moldy and old, the smell of dried up hay filled his nose as he looked around, his hands on Hunter's wet shoulders.

"What are we doing?" Hunter asked, looking up at Terry who scanned the dim lit barn and the stacks of hay around them.

"We're gonna sleep here until tomorrow."

"Why?" Hunter asked, sounding weak and tired.

"Because we're both tried and need our energy to find one of those camps near by."

"With people?"

"Yep, lots of people...it's gonna be safe for us."

"Will they have food?" Hunter asked, his eyes big.

Terry laughed.

"All you can eat little guy."

With that he took Hunter by the hand, and slowly led him up the ladder to the second platform, where the whole floor was covered in soft dried hay. He cleared a spot, and set down their two bags, he took out an apple, he had picked on the way down the highway, and gave the whole thing to Hunter, who ate it like a hungry mouse.

Watching him eat made him happy, somehow he felt the feeling of hope start to raise, they made it, and were gonna spend the night in someplace dry for once...and before dawn tomorrow, Hunter and him were going to be safe.

They then laid themselfs down, and Terry put his arm around Hunter's thin boney body. He sighed and hoped he could dream tonight...since his dreams seemed to be his only escape.

Ever since they had started out, he had been having strange dreams about her, in them they were married, and Hunter was his son, both were back at the island, and watching Hunter play in the surf, and each time before the dream ended and he found himself laying in the darkness, she would tell him she loved him.

And with that, both fell alseep.