Muhaha… I return for yet another chapter!

This chapter was kind of rushed, as I really wanted this to get this out within a week's time… But, I think I did a good job.

So, read… Enjoy… Review…

"You are kidding… Right?" I asked Lindsay, hoping for a yes. I mean, I was nearly covered from head to toe in another man's blood… Yet she had already begun to pick up one of three suitcases from the trunk, but put it back after some thinking.

"Hmm… Well, I suppose we could get it later… Yes, that's a good idea… Let's get you cleaned up," she said, pushing the suitcase back in its place and shutting the trunk. I love how she starts to randomly speak out loud to herself… Kind of like the same thing that I do in certain situations. I then turned around and walked up the small flight of stairs as she clicked her car shut with its remote on her key-chain. It would probably be a good idea to call the police and tell them about the dead bodies… Especially the one that was still laying down in the driveway…

"Should we not call the police and tell them all that went on?" Cyram said as we walked into the living room. Never ceases to amaze me…

"Umm… Yeah… That would probably be a good idea… But, would you mind if I wash myself off first?" I said, turning towards Cyram. We were now standing in a little triangle, with Cyram across from me, and Lindsay to left of me, almost directly in the middle of the two of us. I hadn't taken the time to examine Lindsay thus far. Her hair was in its normal position… Streaks of her beautiful blonde hair was covering her right eye, while her left eye was completely shown. Her ears held two small, gold loop earrings, the same ones that I bought her for her birthday last year. Her eyes were a deep, dark blue, and sometimes looked as if they were the depths of the ocean. Below her eyes was a medium sized nose, not too narrow and not too wide, and freckles sprinkled along her cheeks. I wasn't a big fan of freckles, but it was a nice touch on God's part. Around her neck was a silver necklace, with a time piece hanging on the end of it about an inch or two above the bosom. This necklace has been around her neck everyday for as long as I have known her. She was wearing a blue t-shirt, which showed little to no cleavage, which wasn't rare for her. The blue t-shirt was tucked into a pair of dark blue jeans, which were cuffed up around five inches above the ankles. She had a thin, black belt going around the jeans, which was completely unnecessary, but she wore it, anyway. Each of her wrists had identical gold bracelets, which were two sizes too big and sometimes went over her wrist onto her fingers. The index finger of her left hand held a beautiful ruby ring, which I had gotten her for on our three year anniversary. She had a similar ruby ring, but somehow lost it about a week or so before that anniversary, so I thought it would be appropriate to get her another one. She was wearing black Nike sneakers, with short white socks.

"Sure, go ahead," said Cyram as he nodded his head.

"Alright… Well, Cyram, help Lindsay get her stuff inside… And then call the police when you are done with that, they should get here around the same time I get done," I said, turning towards Lindsay.

"Right," she said, turning towards the doorway, followed by Cyram.

"Wait… Cyram…," I called out to him, as he was halfway out the door. I dug into my pocket, and pulled out the case of the six bullets for the revolver.

"What?" he said, turning around.

"Take this," I said, holding out the revolver. Blood still dripped slightly off of the gun, so I wiped the remains off. Looking down the barrel, I noticed there was a chunk of something lodged inside. I gripped the revolver around the cache, and started to shake it up and down. After four shakes, the chunk fell out. Nobody bothered to inspect it any further. Cyram looked wide-eyed, as he grabbed the revolver and bullet case. "You got some experience, right?"

"A bit…" he said, putting the bullets in his left pocket, and the revolver in his right.

"Alright… Well, keep an eye out," I said to them. "I should be out in ten minutes or so." They both said two words of agreement in unison, and I couldn't make out either of them. They then headed out the front door towards her car. I was slightly worried about the two of them… But, Cyram should know what to do if anything happens… Never mind that… Just hurry up… Everything will be fine…

I went into the bedroom and pulled out a pair of charcoal-gray shorts and matching shirt, as well as a pair of new socks that were tainted as well. Just to make the shower complete, I grabbed a new pair of boxers which had a flannel pattern on it. The shoes had a small amount of blood on them, but could easily be washed off. I put the new set of clothes down on the bed as I took my shoes off and placed them away and to the left of the fallen pile of shoes. Before I left the bedroom, I kicked the pile of shoes into the closet, closed the closet door, and then picked the clothes back up. Before actually leaving I glanced over at the clock, which read 5:17 P.M.

I walked into the bathroom, and put the new set of clothes on the little shelf by the sink. As I closed the door, I grabbed a blue towel from the towel rack, which was behind the door. I put the towel on the side of the sink, and then relieved myself in the toilet. I avoided contact with the mirror, as I didn't want to see how bad I looked at the current moment. I took the clothes that I was wearing off and dropped them into the empty hamper next to the sink. I pulled the shower curtains open towards the left side of me, and then reached over and turned the water on. Just as I did this, I heard the front door open, and the sound of voices, which I could not make out at this point. I heard a slight thump, and just assumed that it was one of the suitcases. I pulled on the tab on the top of the shower pipe, and I then turned on the handle of the knob that controlled the temperature of the water and put it in the middle of "Normal" and "Hot", just the way I like it. I then hopped in, and shut the shower curtains.

I closed my eyes, and put my face in front of the showerhead, feeling the blood wash off of my skin. I turned my head down and began to rub my hands in my hair in an attempt to clean out all the blood and gunk that may be in there. I backed away from the showerhead and opened my eyes. I then turned my hands into a fist and thus began to rub the water out of my eyes. I looked down towards the drain as I noticed how some of the blood was swimming towards it. I stood there for a moment letting the water rinse all of the blood away and then watch it splash down the drain.

I turned around and let the water spray onto my back, which was very relaxing to me. I stared down at the floor, thinking long and hard about the events that had just taken place. I had bought that revolver and taken lessons just incase. I had never lived a dangerous life, but I thought it would be better suited to have a firearm in the household. Just incase. The lessons that I had taken with the revolver were not that long, about an hour-a-day for a month. Learning to reload, aim well, how to aim, how to deal with the recoil, how to clean it. I had not learned how to use many other guns, though I was also taught how to use a shotgun and a rifle with a scope, but that was it. The cost was very little, but the knowledge was always good. Just in the matter that I would ever need it.

These things… The way they move… Act… Attack… Everything seemed very familiar to me. Like some sort of nightmare… Zombies, I would call them… Zombies… I had remembered an old childhood scare that had to deal with zombies… The ultimate nightmare to me was being chased by a huge humanoid, which was called "Nemesis" in the video games… It was probably the only thing I would literally cry over if I ever ran into it… Nemesis

You know there are no such thing… Don't scare yourself anymore than you are already… Just keep your cool…

It was hard, but I had reasoned with myself to not think about anything of this. Just people… Wanting to eat you… Cannibals…

I turned around and faced towards the showerhead, and I then grabbed the shampoo bottle that was on the shower rack. I squirted some of the shampoo into my left hand using my right. Then, I put the shampoo bottle back onto the rack, and then ran the shampoo into my hair with my left hand. Then I began to rub the top of my head with both hands, spreading all of the shampoo throughout my hair. I then let it sit for a minute or two, just as the bottle suggests.

I couldn't stop thinking about It anymore… The ultimate nightmare… How would I be able to sleep tonight in peace, and not sorrow or disbelief? I felt that my death was inevitable, unless I did something

Flee the city…

After counting a hundred and twenty Mississippi's, I directed the showerhead onto my hair, and then flattened my hands onto my hair in an attempt to squeeze all of the shampoo that was still left, out of my hair. Normally I would do this for two minutes as well… But I was in somewhat of a hurry.

I heard another thud outside of the bathroom, and then I heard what seemed to be my bedroom door, shut. The bang did not sound like the bang of a gun or anything, but it was pretty loud. Louder than the previous thud. Stop being so paranoid… Take your mind off all of that crap…

I heard Lindsay's voice from outside the bathroom. I couldn't make out what she was saying, but she was definitely talking to Cyram, as I heard his voice as well.

I grabbed a bar of fresh soap from the rack under the shower head, and began to apply it to my left leg. I wasn't doing this very meticulously like I normally would, just one quick scrub.

I moved the bar of soap over to my right leg and began applying the soap in identical ways to that of my left leg. After finishing that, I directed the showerhead downwards and I cleaned off the soap on both legs.

I heard Lindsay's voice outside of the bathroom once more. This time, Cyram's voice was not heard… She's calling the police… Not to worry, they won't show up for a while, anyway. I'm sure this isn't their first call about bodies, right?

I started to apply the soap to my left arm. Going up and down on all four sides, and focusing mainly on the arm pit. Lindsay's voice was still in the background, as I moved onto the right arm, applying the soap the same way I did on the left arm.

I heard the basement door open and then close soon after, as Lindsay's voice moved on to the kitchen. Seems as though Cyram went into the basement…

I applied the soap to my chest and the rest of my upper body, parts of my face, neck, and whatever I could reach on the back. I directed the showerhead towards the middle of my chest, putting my arms in front to clear them off and turned around to wash the soap off my back. When I was completely soap free, I turned the water off, and opened the shower curtains.

I reached over the toilet onto the side of the sink where the towel was. I grabbed the towel and dried myself off inside of the shower. I didn't completely dry myself off, but just enough so that I wasn't dripping wet.

I put the towel back on the towel rack to dry, and then put on my new set of clothes. Behind the door was nothing but silence.

I opened up the bathroom door and peaked out to look for anyone. But there were no sign of life. I crept out of the bathroom, and skulked over to the bedroom and peaked inside. The curtains were out of place, and the telephone wasn't on the receiver. This led me to believe that they were outside, or in the basement.

I walked out of the bedroom, and noticed that the basement door was wide open. Perhaps I did not hear Cyram return from the basement… I walked further into the kitchen, and noticed that it was barren, as well. I felt a gust of wind coming from the living room…

I walked into the living room, and noticed that the front door was left open, yet again. But, still, I heard nothing. One would think they would be talking out there... Not even a flashing light, or a car, or a person could be seen from this angle. I didn't have a view on my neighbor's driveway, so I couldn't tell if that body was still there or not. Turning around, I went back into the bedroom to get a pair of shoes so I could investigate the outside.

I opened the closet door, and nearly tripped over the pile of shoes that were on the floor. Do you remember anything you do?

I randomly picked out a pair of charcoal-gray shoes and slipped them on. Looking further, I noticed that the safe was still open. Just as I was going to go to the safe, I heard footsteps on the stairs in front of the house. Could this be…

I ran to the back of the closet, and pulled out the combat knife I had purchased along with the revolver. This combat knife was nearly a foot long, and could almost be considered a dagger in some places. Also, it had the word "Bird" inscribed along the knife itself. Looked really cool…

I heard the footsteps walk across the kitchen floor, as I moved out of the closet, trying to make my presence unknown. I put my back against the wall next to the closet, which was right in front of the entrance to the bedroom. I have investigated before, and concluded that I could not be seen by from the outside of the bedroom. Stealth…

I heard the footsteps get closer and closer to the bedroom, and I got ready to attack, if necessary. I heard the bathroom door creak open, and I quickly darted my head around the doorway to see who was there.

"Looking for me?" I said, stepping into the bedroom doorway. Lindsay turned around in complete surprise.

"Umm… Yeah, what were you doing in there?" she said, giggling.

"Well… I didn't know it was you that came into the house, if you know what I mean," I said, showing her the knife. I had shown her this knife along with the revolver before, so she knew that I could provide protection here.

"I see…," she said, crossing her arms and looking down at the floor. She looked a little nervous, like she wanted to say something but just couldn't.

"So… What's up? Where's Cyram?"

"Well, he's outside with the police right now. After we took all the stuff inside I parked my car into the driveway, and then called the police. They said they would be here in a few minutes, so we waited outside. After waiting a few minutes, the guy in the driveway… Woke up… And started to walk towards us. Cyram was about to get up and go shoot at the guy, but then the cops showed up, and took him down for him… It was quite interesting, though," Lindsay explained.

"Oh… Well, I suppose we should go out there with him, right?" I said. I found it quite amusing how she was acting as if it was nothing…

"Yeah… They are probably going to want a word with you," she said, smiling.

"Figured…," I said with a laugh. I went to go put the knife into my left pocket, but then I noticed that these shorts had no pockets. So, I picked my shirt up and put the knife between my shorts and my side, handle up. I let go of my shirt, and walked by Lindsay towards the front door. "You can stay here if you would like," I said, turning back to her.

"Nah… I wanna see what happens," she said, uncrossing her arms.

"Alright," I said with a chuckle, as I headed into the living room. As I walked into the living room, I saw Cyram sitting on the steps looking to his left. The floor boards creaked as I walked on them, which alerted him. He looked over his left shoulder, and noticed that we were walking towards him. He slowly got up, and stood there as we exited the house.

"So what took you so long?" Cyram asked with a slight chuckle. His right hand held the revolver.

"Bah… I heard you almost killed one!" I said, laughing. So… It's a joke to kill one of these guys now, is it?

"Just about," he said laughing. I looked in the background, and noticed that a SWAT team was actually called in, along with the police. A huge black truck with the word 'SWAT' on it was in front of the house next to mine, and two police cars were in front of the truck.

"They must be serious," I said, looking over by the SWAT team. There were about ten men dressed up in SWAT gear, and four cops looking over everything. An ambulance stormed down from up the street, and parked in front of the house directly across from me.

"Yep," Lindsay said from behind me. She was leaning against the house, with her arms and legs crossed. Cyram shook his head, and looked over as the paramedics began taking the bodies away on stretchers.

"What do they need them bodies for, anyway?" I asked. I figured it was for scientific research… But, did they really need stretchers and such?

"I suppose for the scientists. They still don't know why so many people have this virus, and what the virus is doing to the body and how we can prevent it… So, they are collecting all the bodies, and, when they find out they are useless, they burn them," Lindsay said. Seems as though she knows everything…

"I see… How do you know this stuff?" I asked, staring up at her. I noticed that the barricades down the street were gone now, and traffic was flowing just as much as it usually would, except that it was a bit more backed up than normal.

"I watched the news, and read some reports on the Internet…" she said, making it seem that it was nothing. I sometimes hated how she knew everything… Though it was useful more times than not.

"I see… Well, Cyram, were they looking for me or anything?" I asked him.

"Yea, actually, the detective from earlier is here, whom is right over there," he said, pointing towards a crowd of people. I spotted the detective out of the crowd. He stuck out like a sore thumb with that hat of his. He looked up noticing me, and began to walk over, taking out a pencil from his pocket. The pad was already in his hand.

"Mister Peteroy, we meet again," he said with an abnormal smile on his face. This was the first time I had seen him smile… But, then again, I've only 'known' him for a day…

"Indeed," I said, chuckling. He put his hand out, and we shook hands.

"I see you are armed… Very good… You will need that for the night," he said, jotting some information down.

"Yes, I have a firearm," I said.

"Alright, well, will you be okay for the night?" he said, finishing whatever he was writing.

"Umm… I should be…," I said.

"What I meant was, do you have enough ammunition and other supplies?" he said.

"Yeah, I got plenty of ammo and supplies. I'll be fine," I said. It was the truth, I had planned on going target shooting after Cyram left, so I stocked up on ammunition. Surprisingly enough, it was on sale.

"Okay, good. We are going to have SWAT units and police units watching over the area for the night, and we will most likely be evacuating tomorrow. We aren't so sure yet, but if this stuff keeps up, we may not have any choice left, you know?" he said, putting the pencil back in his pocket.

"I understand," I said, suddenly wondering about Colomb. You have to get Colomb with you…

"Alright, you'll get a call on further information if this is actually happening. Are you two staying over?" he asked Lindsay and Cyram.

"Yes," Lindsay said.

"Yeah," Cyram said.

"Good. Stay with him, he'll protect you," he said, winking at me. "Good day," he said, walking away.

"You'll protect us! What about me! Oh I hate that guy," Cyram said.

"Hmph… Well, let's get inside. I think it'll be a good idea if Colomb comes over… Right?"

"Sure, oh wonderful," Cyram said.

"Sure it would," Lindsay said, nearly at the same time. They both looked at each other, and then we all started to laugh a little.

"Alright, then… Let's get inside," I said, turning around and going inside my house. Cyram followed me inside, and Lindsay followed in after. I looked up at the clock, which read 6:25 P.M. gets darker in an hour or so… I closed and locked the front door, leaving the men to work in silence.

"Well, it's almost six thirty… How's dinner sound?" Lindsay asked.

"Dinner? Sounds wonderful! Let me call up Colomb to see if he is coming, first," I said.

"Okay, I'll go see what you have," she said, turning around, and heading towards the kitchen.

"And I will stand here and wait!" Cyram said. I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic, or serious.

"No you aren't. Come with me," I said, walking towards the bedroom.

"Crap," Cyram said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Alright, I'm going to call up Colomb," I said, crawling over the bed. I picked up the phone, and dialed Colomb's number.

"Okay then," he said, sitting on the bed. He placed the revolver and the bullet case on the bed. Colomb's phone continuously rang in my ear on the other end. I pulled out the knife, and placed it next to the revolver. Cyram picked it up, and started to examine it. After seven or so rings, Colomb's voice mail came on. It wasn't that the cell phone was off, it was that he didn't pick up. What if… Leave a message, anyway.

"Hey, can't pick up right now… So, leave a message," Colomb said over the voice messaging system.

"Hey, it's Bird… Call me when you can," I said. I was never a really good at leaving messages, but I'm sure he would understand. "Well… This sucks," I said, putting the phone back on the receiver.

"Yeah..." Cyram said, rotating the combat knife in his hand.

"Cool, eh?" I said, laughing.

"Why didn't you tell me you had some of this stuff?" He then brought the knife up to his arm and let it glide over his skin for a bit. He looked at the skin and smirked since it seemed it did not cut him.

"Didn't want to make you think I would kill you," I said. I couldn't really find an honest answer as to why I didn't tell him about it, but that's the best one I can come up with.

"Ah, well, do you know anything about where we will be going if we are evacuated?" Cyram asked.

"I don't know… I have a few places in mind," I said, thinking about that for a moment. Where will they put us…

"Okay then," he said, his arm started to bleed, he stared at it for a second before putting the knife down next to the revolver. "You got any other guns in here?" Cyram asked. I heard the sound of people running across the road outside…

"No… This is all we have, aside from the extra ammo I got." I really wish I did buy an extra handgun or something… But, I suppose nobody could ever predict something like this. A robber? Maybe. An assassinator? Probably not. Mindless zombies? Hmm… Definitely not. I heard footsteps moving across the hallway, as Lindsay popped her head into the door way.

"How does macaroni with meat balls sound?" she said, walking in.

"Sounds pretty – " I was interrupted by the sound of massive gun fire. We all jumped up, and looked out of the window, looking for who, or what, caused the gunfire.

I tried better on the ending… But, is it only Cyram that has complaints about the ending? If you review, let me know

And… Umm… Expect another chapter in about a week…

Until next time…