If your wondering why this isn't the 13th chapter, its because that is bad luck. Besides that, I don't have much to say. That's all I have to say. Oh, one more thing. Mostly directed SupremeReginiteOverlord, I like Simple Plan better than Evanescence (if you have no clue why I brought that up, read...uh... its bio). No offence S.R.O.

We went back to the basement and stored bread and water and we followed the map on the back of the note. We stayed on a highway and saw a tipped wagon.We thought it would be great for storing food and/or sleeping passengers. Zoe was the first passenger. So I was walking quitely by Alex. Soon she broke the strange silence.

"Why are we going to the mountains? We could be walking into a death trap." Not AGAIN!

"I thought we already had this discussion," I said as calmly as possible. "Out of every pastor or his children I've known, I have never met one afraid of death."

"I have two things to say. One, I've never wanted what my dad wanted to be spoiled. It's like unpluging the unpluged plug that my dad pluged in." She took a deep breath. I was dazed trying to understand that. "Two, I never met just anyone that wasn't afraid of death." She started to sound a little mad. But I wasn't afraid.

"Since when was I just anyone!" I started to shout.

"Since I met you!" No she didn't! "Remember, you tried to decapitate me with a baseball bat!'' Zoe stirred in the wagon. Then I realized how loud we were and calmed a little, not wanting to wake.

"You tried to do the same and I..." I exhaled. "I want to help Zoe." Then I just walked not even looking at Alex. She paused but continued the conversation.

"Why are you devoted to this?"

"To what?"

"Zoe, her family, her." I stayed silent. She became quite also. Then I spoke.

"My brother, I don't even know where he is. I don't know if he's dead, alive, alone, with others, lost, found. I know nothing. But Zoe, I no everything I need.And I feel like her fate is in my hands." I glanced at her than added, " Is that enough for you?" She nodded.

"Let's stop here." I stopped in front of an Acadamy.

"Why here?"

"Supplies." I still had anger boiling up in me, but it was starting to cool down. Still pulling Zoe with the wagon, we entered the store. Inside, we "borrowed" hiking back packs, three fishing rods, food, bikes, and a bake rack that took hours to put on the wagon. We attached the wagon on my bike so I didn't have to pull with one hand and steer with the other. I would surely wreck. Once finished, we left.

After awhile, I noticed that Alex was slowing up. I stopped and saw she was tired. She stopped and rested. "We have a wagon to sleep in," I told her.

"But wouldn't it slow you down?"

"A little." She hesitated but got in the wagon and I took off. It started out slow but I gradually gained speed. I grew hungry so I stopped to eat. I saw that both girls were sound asleep and they were using the loafs of bread as pillows. So I just hoped back on the bike and left.

Night broke out later that night and I stopped once again to sleep. I found the basement of a devastated house most likely made back during the Cold War because it had a bomb shelter with five beds. I pulled the wagon and supplies in it and picked out a bed. Sitting on the bed, I drank some water and slowly drifted to sleep.

There was an explosion and I sat up. "What was that?" I ended up asking myself because the others were sound asleep. But they were in a bed. There was another explosion, but louder. Loud enough to wake up Alex and Zoe. They sat on my bed, under the covers, thinking that it would be enough protection. They found they were wrong when the ceiling collapsed. I, as usually was buried alive in rubble, tried to get out for breath. Air never tasted so sweet after being captured airless for twenty minutes. Alex was knocked out and Zoe was under the bed for better protection. I joined her but then remembered that Alex was on top of it so, I got her and dragged her under. Now if the tripod wouldn't step on us or the bed collapse. My life lies in many things' hands, I thought. Everything calmed and we looked out (Zoe and I. Alex was still asleep from the blow. She slepped most of the chapter. I just noticed that and I'm writing it). The whole shelter was blown apart and so was the wagon full of things. Whoever found our things owes us $265.87 even though we didn't pay for it.

"Great, back where we started," Alex said, daised. She awoke!

"At least your not litteral. I would hate to restart this. It would be like an unsaved game." I looked around. "There goes our SS."

"SS?" asked Zoe.

"Shelter and supplies."

If you've been keeping up while I was writing (S.R.O.) or read all this way and reviewed, I thank you. And please tell me if I should change the rating from M to T. I'm not sure so I shall ask you.