The second he heard the gunshots he peaked outside the tent and saw it...they were under attack.
He watched as everything got burned down, people getting shot down in their tracks and madness taking over the camp site.
He scanned the crowds of people for New Jersey and Utopia and then spotted them, they were to far away to see him, in fact they were running hand and hand towards the woods.
"Be safe guys." He said to himself, and then without thinking he spun around.
"What is it?" Hunter asked with wide eyes.
Michael didn't say a word, he picked Hunter up and went out the back of the tent.
They had all made an escape plan in case this ever happened, but right now no one was thinking straight. everyone but Michael, who was only thinking of the safety of his son who he had met just a matter of a couple of hours ago.
His mind was racing, and he wasn't even scared, he had to get Hunter out of there before it was to late.
He started to pick of speed as he carried Hunter and then went into a wooded area.
He found the pick up and put Hunter inside.
In the back were five riffles and seven tanks of flue.
He got inside and started the engine, and then took one of the back roads, leaving the massacre behind him.
He drove as fast as he could past the roads, and onto the highway, the sun has risen almost an hour later.
They hadn't said anything to each other, in fact Hunter just sat there looking straight ahead.
Michael glanced down at him and never before in his life had his heart filled with so much joy, he was the most beautiful thing he ever saw, and he had made him.
God had a plan for him...and that was keeping him alive so he could made sure his son was safe.
He drove on until Hunter asked...
"Where are we going daddy?"
"Back to the island you told me about."
"But..."
"I know what you told me, but that seems like the safest place now, and maybe the others might still be alive."
"Like mommie?"
Michael faced his son and locked eyes with him.
"Yeah...maybe."