Hello. I'm back. Did you know that Scary Movie 4 is out (unless you read this way after it came out). I want to see it because I've seen the others and it has a scene from War of the Worlds. I'm trying to add more gore to make true to the rating. Oh, and if you are wondering where I got the name Reginites for the story and why an still writing this story is thanks for SupremeReginiteOverlord who always leaves reviews and writes great stories.

We woke up the next day. I was asleep on the couch while the two girls were on the bed. When I woke up, I felt really stupid because I could have slept in the bedroom upstairs. Thinking of that, went upstairs. Too bad I couldn't. The entire upper floor was ripped off the house. And so was part of the lower floor. I ran to the bedroom the girls were sleeping in and saw everything was okay. How could I sleep through what happened? I asked myself. But it didn't matter. Everyone was okay. Alex woke first then Zoe. We ate something and began our journey to Kansas. We stopped at a 7-11 to get something to eat. Unfortunatly, the chips and cookies were crushed to uneatable sizes, drinks were either empty by people before us or had a leek, and the only thing eatable was a green blob on the ground that everyone rathered to starve than eat.

Our next town, that we reached was filled with homeless people. Rich people talking to poor. The satisfied sharing food with the starving. It seemed weird. I have never seen such a large gathering of homeless people except in the movie The Day After Tomorrow. And I of course didn't think I would be with them. I remembered a question I asked my parents once. "If my life was a movie, what would it be rated?'' Now I know the answer. Rated R. We passed a body of a man, with a hole in his head and a gun in his hand. It was obvious that he killed himself so the Reginites wouldn't. Along the way were some army men that reminded me of the Artilleryman. There is a slim chance he is living. But there was an even slimer chance I would have survived. I tried to eavesdrop on conversations to see what the news about the Reginites were. There was few talking of it. I heard that there is no news of one coming down. They were pretty much invinsible. Even in the Tom Cruise version they had sheilds and some went down. I guess that was just a movie.

We passed even more distorted bodies, some by heat ray, some by others, laying to rot in the hot sun.On bodie was almost all the way decayed except for a few patches of dry skin. There was a little bit a flashing light in hte distance. No one seemed to notice. Then you could hear gunshots. That got everyones attention. "Everone! Move inside or by a building!" No one had to be told twice. I grabbed Alex's hand and led them to a building (axually, she kinda led me). There were to many people in the building. We tryed to push our way through but the only place we could go was in the alley beside two buildings. Others were there before us but not many. We pressed ourselves to the building causing the dead end. There pointed leg off the tripod smashed through the top of the building we were leaning on. We were forced forwardburied under some rubble. I never let go of Alex's hand.On the ground I looked around to see another leg of the tripod slide through the building on my right like a knife through cheese and the people getting hit by the leg as it moved. The building to my left exploded by a shot from the heat ray and the people around that building were either burned to crisp or knocked dead by flying rubble. As the buildings around were being destroyed, we were piled by under more debree and none of us dared to move. I brick hit me in the head and knocked me out.

I woke the next day to water being poured on my head. I jerked awake remembering what happened and looked around for the tripods. I saw none and noticed that Alex and Zoe were standing around. Alex had a bottle of water that she was pouring on my head to wake me up. " My head hurts," I groaned at touched my head. I found a wet peice of cloth on my head with red stuff on it. The red stuff was blood and the rag was a ...rag, to help me stop bleeding. The brick gave me a large gash in my head. We looked around at the completly destroyed buildings. Suddenly part of the ground in the destroyed building at my left and a man apeared in the ground. He motioned to me and we went to him looking at the destruction as we went. There were many charred bodies and some layed under the rubble. We passed a man who's head was crushed under what was probably the tripod's leg. Where the head should have been was a puddle of blood growing more as the blood was coming from the neck.

We reached the hole and the man let us in. The hole turned out to be a basement. "Ya'll can rest 'ere," the man said. We looked around and saw we weren't the only ones that was down there. Up against the walls of the basement were bunkbeds for everyone in there. "Yall must be starving." He led us into a room that was filled with bread, water, and other food. He tossed tyo me a piece of bread and a bottle of water, like he did with Alex and Zoe. He led us to a bunkbed ans said, "The young girls may keep the bottom and the lad can 'ave the top."

"Can I have the bottom?" I asked. "Everytime I sleep on the top bunk, I fall off."

"But if the girls have the top, they'll push each other off,'' he replied.

"Fine." The man started to leave. "Wait. Is there a bathroom?" He turned.

"It's next to the food storage." He left.

I was washing my hands at the sink and I examined my cut. I unwrapped my bandages and looked at it in the mirror. It was pretty long, and caked with dry blood. I gently touched it and a soaring pain went through my head. I carefully put the bandage on, but not escaping the pain. I finally got it on and looked back into the mirror to see how I looked. Like a guy with a broken head. Perfect (there's no sarcasm in that word). I took a last glimpse in the mirror and saw something that took my breath away. A window! I turned around and looked out the window. I saw something else that made me gasp. A sign! On it was something that made me rubbed eyes to make sure I was really seeing it. Words! I'm such a drama queen (king). I read the words and they said "Anthony, Kansas City Limits."

I walked out of the bathroom and to the beds were I found Alex and Zoe (I actually jogged. I would have ran, but that would look weird). I asked Zoe if she still had the note from her parents. I nodded and handed it to me after searching her pockets.I read it and bowed my head in shame. "What's wrong?" asked Alex. She read it and looked at me questioningly (if thats a word). "So? What's wrong? What's up that is bringing you down?"

"We're in Anthony," I murmured. She starred in space (I wonder if she did this before the invasion see saw the Reginites coming?).Zoe began to cry.

"Can we go to there house?" Zoe asked.

"If we can find it," I replied.

That night I got out of bed and checked to see if Alex and Zoe were still asleep.They were and I got a little snack from the food closet. I sat on the ground with my back against the wall and began to nibble my bread. I asked myself questions like, "What are we going to do now?" "Will the Reginites ever leave?" and "What is all of my friends and family doing if they are even alive?" I kept wondering.

"I told you the chances of their survival were slim." I jumped and saw it was Alex. She sat beside me. "What are you doing up?"

"Couldn't sleep."

"About her parents?"

"No. I'm afraid of the top bunk." She laughed.

"I guess you didn't have a bunk bed at home?"

"Actually I did. But it had rails that made it so I didn't fall off. That one doesn't." I scowled at the bed. She laughed again. There was a silent pause.

"So. How's your head?"

"Good." I then yawned a great yawn. "I may be able to go to sleep now."

"Great. Lets go back to bed."

"I'm not going anywhere near that thing!" I exclaimed. "I'll sleep here." I layed down on my back and put my hands behind my head. "Good night."

I had a dream that night that I was Ray from Tom Cruise's War of the Worlds. I was looking at the collapsed houses as I walked. Rachel (Ray's daughter in the movie) was ahead, looking forward to seeing her mom again. Then she stopped. She was looking at a house in the intersection. Her mom's house. Her mom laying on the ground with a large hole in her back. Rachel began to cry. Sob is a better word.

The next morning, I awoke from the hard ground but still had a great sleep (except for the dream. I woke earlier than mostly everyone else in the basement which includes Alex and Zoe. Once again, I got bread and water from the closet and got ready to go. Finally, Alex got up and soon afterwards, Zoe did too. "Let's go!" I said cheerfully.

"We can't leave! Your injured and this is the safest place will be able to find!" Alex protested.

"But I promised Zoe that we would go and try to find her parent's house." Alex agreed then we left.

We walked through the debri, Alex and I next to each other and Zoe a couple yards in front of us.I kicked a piece of wood off some house numbers. We were close. The parents house was the house ahead. Zoe already reached it. It was in an intersection litteraly. It was moved off its concrete slab and in the middle of the road. Zoe began to cry. I then remembered my dream and noticed that Zoe looked like Rachel in the dream. So did the scenery except here mom wasn't lieing on the ground with a hole in her back.

We caught up to her and just looked at the torn down house. There was a whirlwind of trash around my feet but I ignored it.Then a piece of paper hit my head. I looked at it and it said, "Going to the Rocky Mountains. Not safe here anymore." It was in the same handwriting as our first note. And for some reason I smiled. "Zoe, I don't like your parents."

"Why?" Zoe asked.

"Now they're sending us to the mountains." They saw I was holding a note, and came to look at it. I flipped it over because of a arrow pointing to the side. On the back was a map of the house to the Rockies and an X where they were going to be. "So I guess we're going."

"What? We can't go!" Great. She was going to talk about where we were it was safe and I'm injured so it would be to risky. The same thing she talked about before. Guess what she said next. "Where we are staying is the safest spot around. A-and your injured. It would be to risky to go!" she kept shouting.

"Your hurting my ear. Besides, you believe in God, don't you? I hear you praying everynight and before eating. You shouldn't fear death. For all we know, this is Armageddon. The fight between good and evil."

"When was that suppose to happen?" asked Zoe.

"The end of the world," replied Alex. Zoe freaked out.

"So we're going?" I asked.

"I don't know."

I put my hand on Zoe's sholder. "Think about Zoe."

"Where going." Alex finally decided.