A/N: Thanks to all my reviewers! Thanks to you I didn't stop writing this. (bows) Well here's the next chapter, it might have been out sooner but every time I sat down to do so I began thinking about where I was going with this story. I got the ending figured out, well pretty much so. (shrugs) Well on to the story!

Sorry guys this chapter is a bit wimpy. (Like those Hefty bag commercials 'Wimpy, Wimpy, Wimpy!')

Robbie shrugged too and got up, giving me a hand and pulling me up.

"I think it's safer to travel at night, but there's no cover here and for a while, so we can only hope."

I nodded and put the money up, still a bit dazed at the amount of money in my possesion.

Following the fence (that is apparently miles and miles long) Robbie and I talked quietly while staying low to the ground. We had several encounters with Tripods, as they walked by we hid in the tall grass. It apparently wasn't looking for stray humans much as it went around spraying red stuff. My conclusion to what it was exactly left my heart beating senselessly against my ribcage.

Robbie spoke nothing of it or even the tripods, the only time he seemed to take notice of them was when he was shoving me face first into the grass or to say, 'the coast was clear.'

Around mid-day we were forced to stop as it became very difficult for me to travel, my 'small' cold had became a huge cold. From constant sneezing it was hard to breath and every time I swallowed I felt like my ears were burning. Robbie had said we could keep walking and to just blow my nose on my sleeve. Which grossed me out to no end, but there was nowhere else to so I complied. He finally decided to stop when every time I swallowed I made the sound of an injured puppy.

With his silence I thought he was angry at me for slowing him down, but from his constant looking around I could tell he was more worried about the Tripods. When he finally spoke I almost fell over at the pain searing into my ear. I gasped loudly, which caused him to look at me frightendly. He grabbed my wrist pulling me closer to him as he scrutinized my head.

"You said it hurts to swallow?" I nodded, "In your ears right?" And I nodded again.

He released my wrist and sighed, "You've got an ear infection, my sister get's 'em all the time."

Well isn't that lovely?

"Were you on that ferry?" He asked. I nodded remembering the cold water and how I walked wet almost all night.

"So I guess you have a little cold too."

Ah so we won't be dying today.

I was about to agree when his hand clamped over my mouth

"There's no where to hide…shit!" He said and looking around quickly I saw he was talking about a quickly approaching tripod. There was no grass to hide in.

We're so screwed…

"Act dead," he hissed with a familiar hand shoving me into the grass.

As the tripod came closer it's loud gliding slowed down until it stopped in front of us. Robbie and I remained as still as possible, breathing in and out slowly. It stood still for a minute before a arm swished down and picked up Robbie. My heart stopped fearfully…

Please…no, not him too. NOT HIM TOO!

Taking a chance I slowly moved my head to see what was going on. Robbie was several feet in the air, motionless. The arm that held on to him brought it closer to it's head…I think. It shook Robbie, to see if he was really dead. Obviously uninterested in him it dropped him, I winced as Robbie hit the ground with a dull 'thud' He made no movement once on the ground, but I could see his very slight breathing.

It glanced in my direction, but then turned and began walking away. I sighed inside.

Thank the Gods!

Robbie lifted his head and gave me a small smile, I smiled back. It was walking slowly away so we both knew we couldn't move. I was just so thankful that we survived.

Then I sneezed.

A/N: Was that even a good cliffhanger?