A/N: Now for chapter 3. A warning before you read on...

The following chapter does contain some sexual situations. I am therefore changing the rating of this chapter to M to be on the safe side.

A/N: I want to know what you people think about my story so far. REVIEW!

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(From the Journal of David)

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It's amazing sometimes how destruction can be so beautiful. As the sun rose, the smoke rising gave it a blood red color; almost as if it was hurting as well.

It has been 4 days since we arrived here. We have fortified the gate so it would take hundreds to break through. But sooner or later there will be hundreds. By tens and twenties, the group just keeps multiplying.

Slowly but surely, we are going hungry. The last of the food ran out last night. We are so close to a grocery store, yet, it is just out of our grasps. If we didn't get some food soon, we were going to die anyways. We are also running out of gas for the generators. We even drained what was in the cars we don't need. Damn the owner for having such gas sucking generators.

Also there is the point of survivors. Patrick has been worrying about his family a lot. I can tell. I wish we could wait a little longer but we can't. If we are going to go, now is the time. If I don't make it back and write more…well…you know what happened.

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(End Journal)

"Well, I guess that's that." I muttered, closing the notebook and placing it on top of the desk. I put down my pen and leaned back in the chair. We only had one thing left to do.

Leaning forward, I grabbed the 45 off the table. After searching through all the desks, we had found 3 guns. Two 22's and the 45. In the end I had taken the 45 and Patrick took the two 22's that had a belt of ammo. They were up on his grandfather's wall. They were probably more meant for show than use but beggars can't be choosers. The 45 only had one clip of ammo and that was the one in it. I took the machete with me also just in case.

I walked behind the building and went up to my Dodge Ram. To think I always wanted to drive one of these. Never thought I would HAVE to drive one. Inserting the confiscated key and turning, the hemi engine roared to life. Patrick pulled next to me in his Dodge Ram which was red of course. He has always been a picky bastard.

We pulled up to the gate in broad daylight. The amount of zombies had increased at a drastic rate over the last couple days. They must have been getting desperate. The gate was starting to lean a bit now. A couple more days and it would be down.

I got out and made sure all the gas tanks in the back were taped down tight enough. I slowly walked over to the gate and stood a foot away from it. The zombies increased their pushing against the gate as I got near.

"Sorry boys but my ass ain't on the menu." I reached in my pocket and pulled out the keys to the lock. I unlocked it and jerked the lock off quickly. Zombies from other parts of the gate had noticed activity and joined the ever growing mass at the gate. Not feeling like getting eaten at the moment, I sprinted back to the truck. The chain that was around the gate slowly started to unravel itself. A moment later, the zombies burst through the gate, most falling and tripping the others.

I put the truck in drive and gunned the engine. I barely felt it as I smashed through the zombies still standing, sending them flying in different directions. It took a couple seconds to get through the group but once we did, we were relieved to see that most turned around and started following us. At least the place will be alright' I thought.

The entrance to the store parking lot was blocked off by a mass of wrecked cars. I pulled up to a group of cars and put it in 4 wheel drive before slowly pushing them out of the way. Patrick drove up and worked on another group of cars. We made it into the parking lot and parked right in front of the door.

We quickly jumped out and ran in. The electric doors weren't working so I busted the glass with the back end of my machete and getting a nice cut in the process. We quickly ran in and started the fastest shopping spree ever. I grabbed a cart and ran to the grain section and started dumping boxes and boxes of rice into my cart. I pushed it back outside next to the truck and started throwing it all in the back. I looked over towards Malson's and noticed that the zombies had already closed the road and were trying to make it up the steep bank.

"Lucky for us their stupid." I said after pointing them out to Patrick as he dumped boxes of water bottles and jugs into his truck. "Pull our trucks around towards the back and we can load it from the truck ports." He nodded and got inside his truck. I went inside my truck and grabbed my gun and machete and walked back through the store towards the back. The emergency lights had long since stopped working and now the only light there was came from the skylight in the middle of the building. It did not provide much light, just enough to see shapes. I stepped over boxes of cereal boxes that had spilled their contents all over the floor. The people that had been in there must have been in a huge hurry to leave. I finally made it to the double swinging doors with a sign saying staff only.

I pushed against the door lightly. It didn't budge at all. I put my shoulder on the door and placed my weight against it. Still no movement. I then proceeded in mentally slapping myself for not thinking. I stuck my fingers in between the doors and pulled the right one back. It opened easily. A forklift was blocking the door. I got inside and slowly let the door close. A faint hum of machinery I guessed was a generator was running in the background. I heard a sound to my right and tensed up while slowly crouching down. It sounded like a zombie moving around. I looked over the forklift and saw an office in the corner of the building. It was dimly lit. A shadow moved across the window. I pulled my gun up and checked it to make sure it was ready. To say I was on edge was an understatement. I was on the edge of a cliff, standing on one foot while jumping rope or something along those lines. I slowly walked over to the office.

I crouched down beside the door and placed my hand on the knob. My hands started sweating. I opened the door an inch and listened.

"UHH UHHH OH GOD YES YES YES OHH" I slid the door closed and pondered for a moment.

"Zombies having sex…that's not right…" I slid the door open farther and stuck my head in. They were not zombies, but two teenagers.

"How stupid are they, don't they know the light and the sound will attract those bastards." I thought to myself. I opened the door a foot and slide in quietly. I crawled the male and sat in a chair in the corner. I could make out their shapes but a lot of their features were hidden because of the dark. The girl was laying on top of a pool table which I guess they had converted to a bed with all the blankets on top. The male was standing on his tippy toes ramming into her. The girl had her legs around his waist, driving him in farther each time. They both seemed caught up in themselves and oblivious to me sitting there.

The male pulled out. He had 5-6 inches. Not bad I thought. The girl's breasts were a handful and her body seemed to be in pretty good shape. Not bad either. The boy reached over and grabbed a box of condoms and took one out. He ripped open the package and put the condom on. He slowly slid back into the girl and started driving in again. It was so funny; it was hard not to laugh. Two lovebirds, thinking they are going to die and just say what the hell, lets fuck ourselves to oblivion before the end. And I, although technically an adult at 18, found my hormones forcing me to stay and watch.

I then remembered Patrick was waiting for me. "Damn" I muttered, getting up and slowly walking over to the door. I opened the door and was about to slip out when the girl screamed and had and orgasm, the guy soon followed. I smiled but then looked back over to the double doors and realized I had made a mistake. I had left the door open. A group of 20 or so zombies had made their way over the forklift and were now blocking off the exit. There was a smaller group coming from an exit door that had been broken. They now blocked off the way to the gate to get outside and to Patrick. I cursed my luck and turned to the couple that were now starring at me.

"If you don't want to die, I advice you to get your cloths on. Their coming." They both scrambled for their cloths as I walked out into the middle of the floor and waited for them. I couldn't let them surround me so I charged the group coming from the forklift. I easily cut through the first couple. It seemed the entire group from the dealership had made it to the store. All I could see behind them were more zombies. I kept dodging their grasps and cutting their heads in two or completely off. The group from the exit door had just made it to me. I was attacking two while dodging 3 all at the same time. And I was starting to get tired. The couple finally made it out with their cloths on. They looked around in shock. "Well don't just stand there, help me out" I yelled, dodging another lunge.

The guy looked around and picked up a crowbar and started stabbing a zombie in the chest with it. "Aim for the head." I said cutting off one.

I moved over and grabbed the girls wrist and took her over to the shutters. I told her to grab one end. We lifted it and were met with a horrible sight. There had to be 1000 of them. They covered the entire area. Most were focused in the middle where Patrick was sitting in his truck. Trying in vain to start it. It wouldn't budge.

"PATRICK!?" I looked over at the girl in surprise.

"Megan?" I said, my mouth hanging open.

"DAVID" Megan said giving me a hug which I happily returned.

"Then that must mean that that's…oh shit Cameron." I hurried over to where the zombies had surrounded him. He had climbed up on some crates and was hitting them in the head when they got close enough. One grabbed his foot and started pulling him down. I pulled out my 45 and shot the zombie who had ahold of him in the head. It instantly fell. He got back up on the crate and backed against the wall. I unloaded on the zombies, hitting each zombie in the head and created a path for him. Who would have thought that shooting cans on a fence would be good practice for killing zombies?

Cameron jumped off the crate and ran over to us. Megan jumped in his arms and hugged him tightly.

"I guess this is the end." She said, looking all around with tears in her eyes. I checked my clip. 3 bullets in the clip, plus one in the chamber. That was enough for each of us. I looked over at them and they seemed to know what I was thinking. They both looked down without saying anything.

"We wont resort to that, not until the very last second." I said, putting the clip back in the gun. I looked toward Patrick who was looking at us, still trying to get the engine to start. "We are going to make a mad dash for that truck." I clutched my machete tightly in my hands. The zombies behind us were getting close. We had no choice. It was now or never.

"GO" I yelled taking off in front of them. I started hacking madly at any zombie that got in my way. Cameron and Megan followed closely behind. We made it to the Ram and jumping on the back. Patrick opened the back window.

"I cant get the damn thing to start." The engine sounded like Patrick's did onetime when his tailpipe got bent. I looked over the back. A zombie had been impaled by the tailpipes. It wasn't letting any air out. I cut off the heads of the nearest zombies and jumped down. I kicked the zombie off the tailpipe. The engine reved to live and Patrick put it in drive and gunned it. I was barely able to dive for the edge and grab it before he left me. I tried to pull myself up and was helped by Cameron. I dropped my machete in the back and jumped off the bumper. I laid down on the back breathing hard. I just closed my eyes and smiled. We had made it, barely.

"What the hell is that." Cameron said backing up. I leaned up and look for myself. Something was throwing the zombies in every direction. When it finally came out of the group, it looked around for a bit, spotted us, and took off at amazing speeds.

"Shit it's a hunter. Get inside the truck!" It had already closed half the distance between us. I looked over at Cameron who was still standing there. "GET INSIDE, HURRY UP!" He nodded and climbed through the back window. I picked up my machete and braced myself. It had reached the truck. It stopped for a moment and jumped high into the air. It came down directly on me. I held up my machete and blocked its claws from ripping into me. Its body was pure muscle. Its teeth were at least 3 inches long. A drop of its saliva dropped on me as it tried to bite me around the machete. The saliva burned through my shirt and just kept eating outwards. When it tried to bite me over the blade, I slid out to the right cutting its claws off. It howled in pain. I slashed it across the back which to my horror, healed right in front of my eyes. Its 5-foot tail knocked me backwards, making me lose my balance and fall. I caught the edge with my legs and just sat there dangling while Patrick dodged zombies all over the place. The hunters newly healed claws came up on the edge and it leaned over. I reached in my pocket and grabbed 45 and aimed at its head. When it opened its mouth, about to eat me, I shot the last 4 bullets into its mouth. They ripped out the back of its neck. It fell backwards and laid motionless. I grabbed the edge and pulled myself over. I leaned against the back window and sighed.

"Damn that was close." I muttered, wishing I had something to drink. I reached over and grabbed a water bottle and opened it up. After drinking the entire bottle in one go I threw it off the edge and closed my eyes.

I figured I should throw the monster off the back so I got up and made my way over to it. There was no blood and the wounds in its neck were gone. "What the fu.." The monsters jumped up and lunged at me in less than a second. I had just enough time to bring up the blade before it could gore me with its claws. My body slammed against the back window and almost fainted. I lost my grip on the machete and the hunter swatted it over the side. It's claws went strait through my shirt and into my chest, through my ribs, and into my lung. My breath caught as I saw white flash before my eyes. 'Well this is the end' I thought as it pulled its claws out and licked the blood off them. All I could do was sit there helplessly as it opened its mouth and prepared to have dinner. Cold metal fell on my shoulders. With the last of my strength I grabbed the guns and pushed against its forehead and started firing. By the time the bullets ran out, there wasn't much of a brain left. I kicked it backwards and it fell off the truck and rolled on the ground.

Patrick drove up next to my truck and everyone got out. They opened the tailgate and got up on the back. Everyone gasped at the amount of blood that was everywhere. Most was mine. Patrick ran over and ripped my shirt off and put it against the gaping hole. I cried out in pain as he applied pressure to it. He took the tape off some of the gas tanks and put it around my chest. He lifted me up which brought another surge of pain that almost made me faint. Cameron and Megan got under one arm and Patrick got under the other as they took me off the back and carried me towards the passenger seat.

"Put me…in the drivers…seat…." I said.

"You don't need to be driving."

"PUT ME IN THE GODAMN SEAT!" I said while trying not to pass out. Patrick stopped for a moment as if thinking about it and then nodded and carried me over to the black Ram. He opened the door and helped me up into the seat. I reached over and grabbed the door handle and pulled it shut, sending another round of pain through my chest. I leaned back against the seat and breathed hard. It was difficult when only one lung was working right. I cranked the vehicle and put it in drive. The passenger side door opened and Megan and Cameron got in.

"He said to make sure you make it." I smiled and nodded. I droved off and back to the dealership as quickly as I could. I stopped before I got to the gate and waited for Patrick. When he got there I rolled down the window.

"We need weapons, lets go over to the pawnshop while all of the zombies are still over there."

"Do you think you can make it?" I nodded and we left the dealership and drove the very short distance over to the pawnshop. I slowly got down, leaning heavily on the door and walked over to the building. The door was open so we made our way inside. I grabbed Cameron's arm and motioned the others over to the weapons.

"Well how was it?" I said while weakly smiling. He looked confused so I pointed towards Megan.

"It was great." I nodded and pointed over towards the jewelry cases.

"Why don't you get her something? After all it's all on the house." I limped over toward the jewelry cases and looked inside. "Hmm nice. Well go ahead and pick her out something. Ill keep her distracted." I limped over towards the weapons where Patrick and Megan were putting all the handguns they could find. I tried to think of someway of keeping her busy. I then remembered something my brother-in-law had told me. He used to work there and said that the boss of the place had his own collection in the back. I tapped Megan on the shoulder and motioned for her to come with me. I started limping over towards the back before she came next to me and put my arm over her shoulder. I smiled at her and we made our way to the back. There were three doors. One led to a copy room, the other to a store room. The last one led into an office.

There were no guns inside the office. I was starting to wonder if maybe he had cleared them out before I noticed there was a string hanging down from the ceiling. It appeared as though it was hooked to the light fixture but by looking closer I realized that it just ran against it and then was painted white to match the ceiling. I couldn't see any seams so I pulled on it. A staple holding the string up fell down and I felt resistance. I pulled harder and the door came down as well as a ladder. I quickly dodged it while grabbing my wound as it fired up with pain again from moving to fast. I then realized something strange. My wound had stopped bleeding and it was starting to actually feel better. It had only been maybe 15 minutes since I had got it and it was already healing? I was confused but I figured I could worry about it later.

I started climbing up the steps and up into the attic. The room was completely dark except from the light coming from the window in the office below. It was just enough to seem a gleam of metal here and there. Actually, it was everywhere. The whole south wall was covered in guns of all sorts. I slowly walked forward and ran into a box.

"Can you see anything?" Megan said behind me.

"Find a light somewhere." I said, backing away from the box and walking along the walls. My hand came against a metal box on the wall. I felt over it and it had a lever. I hit it and the room was filled with light. Guns guns guns. Not only the south wall, but the north east and west wall were full of them. All seemed to be put up in a display fashion. I walked over to the south wall. Each gun had a label under it saying what it was and a number. All the guns seemed to be in alphabetical order. The numbers were mixed up.

"What are these numbers?" Megan said, running her fingers over one of the boxes. I walked over and picked up a crow bar off one of the wooden crates and used it to open it. Inside were metal cases which upon inspecting, were full with ammo. The crates had a number such as 100-120. Inside the crate, each metal box had one number which corresponded with the gun it went with. Whoever this guy was, he was ether an arms dealer or he was preparing for World War 3. Guess he never arrived. There was a crate with a green X on it in the corner. I went over and opened it up. It was filled with army food packets. The crate next to it had a blue X and was filled with water jugs.

"Go down and tell Patrick to come up here with a bag. No, make that bags." Megan went down the ladder. I started picking guns off the wall and then finding the boxes of ammo for them. First off was my favorite gun, the socom pistols with laser targeting and modified clips that hold 16 bullets. I smiled as I saw them and found a belt to hook them to. I went into a crate and got 3 full boxes of ammo for them. I opened one up and took a couple clips out and put two in the guns. I then realized that I had no pockets or shirt on. I went looking around in unmarked crates until I found one with cloths in it. They were wrapped in plastic. The first appeared to be a snow camouflage suit. There was a jungle, wooded, and desert area suits. I finally found one I wanted. It was a black suit made for street and night operations. I took it out of the plastic wrap and started putting it on. It was a little to big for me but it was comfortable. The black pants were thin and had lots of pockets for ammo and other things. It came with a utility belt and some socks. I took off my shorts and put the pants and belt on. I looked down at my wound before reaching around and pulling the tape off slowly. I twitched a couple times as the tape pulled hair with it. When I had all the tape undone, I slowly lifted the bloody shirt and gasped in amazement. Besides the dried blood and darker skin, there was no sign that there had ever been a wound there. The skin was a darker sort of pale green color. I had noticed it was a little easier to breath than before but I didn't expect it to be completely healed. I took the bloody shirt and wiped off what blood I could and then put it inside the plastic rap. I then searched around and got 2 more suits of the same size and got one smaller one. There were boots along the bottom so I got out 4 pairs that looked to be the right size for us and put mine on. I took the black t-shirt and put it on. Then I put the long sleeve shirt and left it unbuttoned. A toboggan and face paint also came in the package but I decided to just put them in my pocket. I then went back up to the wall and grabbed a Hk94A3 variation. It was silver and came with a 30 round clip and laser scope. It had a removable shoulder rest and silencer on the barrel. I then grabbed two 45's and put them in my belt with the socoms. The HK went on my shoulder.

"Holy shit, look at all the hardware." Patrick said while looking around at all the guns.

"We should open all these up, see what's in them." I pulled the black gloves on and started prying open the crates. Patrick and Cameron did the same with other crowbars.

"All these over here with the numbers have ammo."

"These over here have explosives and those over there have gadgets."

I looked in all my crates. "These over here have food, water, cloths, and different tools for cleaning. I guess we can take some of the food and water. We definitely need to all the ammo we can get our hands on. Take a couple bombs with us. We will worry about the gadgets later. Everyone go pick out some guns. Be greedy. Oh yea, there are cloths over there for everyone." Megan went over behind a crate to change while Cameron and Patrick just changed on opposite ends of the room. They all came out with the same cloths on. They then went over to the wall and started choosing out guns while I started picking out some explosives. Patrick chose two sawed off pump action shot guns with a couple belts of ammo for each. He took two oozies and two 45's off the wall and stuck them in his belt. Cameron took a police assault rifle and a 30-30 rifle with a scope. He took two 40calaber police edition pistols and put them in his belt. Megan didn't seem to know what to pick so I walked over to the wall next to her and looked over the selection. I gave her two 22 pistols that had clips instead of being a 6 shooter. I gave her an automatic 22 rifle with a scope. Both 22's had good fire rate and they didn't have a hard kickback. Everyone started finding their ammo and loading their guns. "Alright everyone take all the ammo you can carry for your guns and take it to the truck." I didn't really want to take the leading role, but as far as firearms went, none of them had any idea about guns. They put the boxes inside the large duffel bags Patrick had brought with him. Patrick and Cameron went downstairs and I dropped the bags to them.

"Start putting the food and water in the bags Megan." I walked over to the bombs and put them in the bag carefully. I had about 10-12. I figured we could set them up as mines or something. I then reached in and grabbed two boxes full of grenades and put them in the bag and zipped it up. I took them over to the attic entrance and gently lowered it. "Whatever you do, make sure you are extra careful with these." If one of those grenades went off, we were done. Megan handed me two bags with food and water in them and I dropped them down to Cameron. I then looked over the guns some more. I saw a rocket launcher and grinned. I took it off the wall and handed it down to Patrick. He looked back up at me and then walked away shaking his head and laughing. I took the missiles for it and laid them in a bag. About 10 or so. I handed that down. I saw a Gatling gun and a large sniper rifle and dropped those down as well. I took a couple boxes of ammo with me and crawled down the ladder. I helped Megan down and then pushed the attic door back up and threw the string around the light to hide it. I knew it was mean, but I wasn't going to have any other people taking our guns.

We were walking out of the building when I noticed something in the corner. In a glass case, was a samurai sword collection. The light from the windows glared off of the brilliantly decorated sheaths. I waved Megan on and she walked outside. There was a pattern of shades of blue, which on closer inspection, were flowers. There was the main sword, the shorter sword mainly used for defense, and the dagger. The price on them was $3000. No wonder they hadn't been bought. I took one of my socoms and shot the lock off. I opened the case took out the sword. It's beauty was astounding. I unsheathed the blade. It definitely looked sharp. I verified it by stupidly running my finger down the blade. I sheathed the blade and put it in my belt. I put the shorter blade in the same place but against my body. The handle of the sword was longer than the other blade so it stuck out farther. They formed an X at my belt, both handles pointing forward. I leaned down and put the dagger in a pants pocket and strapped it around my leg so it wouldn't move excessively. I looked at myself in a cheep mirror selling for 100 dollars. I gave myself the rock on sign and then made my way outside.

The windows of the building must have been sound proof because as soon as I opened the door, the sound of gunfire filed my ears. I ran outside quickly and hid behind my truck where the others were gathered. "What the hell are you shooting at!" I yelled at Patrick over the gunfire. He pointed over truck and I looked. At first I didn't see anything, but then a shadow caught my eye. It was as if the air had taken a shape. I ducked down as what looked like claws shot towards me. They hit Patrick's truck and stuck in it before melting into a liquid. The liquid burned through the metal surrounding it before dripping on the ground and burning a hole through the concrete.

"Holy shit." Was all I could say. If one of those bitches hit you, you were pretty screwed, even if you didn't die from the claw wound. Its place only became visible if it moved. Cameron was firing madly but if it was anything like the hunters, it wouldn't die unless it was shot in the head. I took out my socoms and waited for it to move. When I saw movement I aimed and started firing at the spot. I ducked down again when it shot more claws at me. One went across my neck and put a small gash in it. Blood came out at a steady rate. I grabbed my toboggan and placed it against my neck. I applied pressure but was surprised when I didn't feel any pain. I took the toboggan off and rubbed my hand across my neck. The wound had already closed up. My hand started to shake as the realization hit me. I was changing. Whatever that hunter had done to me, I was changing. For better or worse, I didn't know. But in the back of my head I knew, I was going to change into one of them. I looked over at Megan who was crouching down and had her arms around her knees rocking back and forth. Patrick was firing his oozies and then ducking down every time. Cameron was doing about the same. I sat there not really looking at anything for a while. The gunfire became a little more than a whisper. I felt it. My body was changing. My muscles were growing. Pushing against my skin a little more. My eyes were becoming sharper just barely. And I could smell everything, even the monster, I could smell it as if it was right in front of my face. Patrick shook me and snapped me out of it. I looked up and he handed me a grenade.

I nodded and pulled the pin on it. Cameron and Patrick stood waiting, after it fired its next volley of claws, we threw the grenades towards the area where the claws came from and ducked for cover. The burst sent shrapnel everywhere. A cry of pain came from the monster as it fell with a thump. We came out from behind the truck and walked over to it. It looked like a giant lizard with spikes all over its body. Patrick took one of his shotguns and placed it against the monsters head. The shot splattered its brains all over the concrete. He cocked his gun and put it back on his shoulder. I heard something almost like a whisper before my eyes locked onto more claws about 20 years away. Before my companions even knew what was happening I had my sword and had slashed the 6 claws in half. They fell harmlessly to the ground before melting into the concrete. We jumped behind the side of the building. I leaned against the wall and peered around the corner. My eyes scanned the area until they rested upon the monster. I could see it just as well as if it was not cloaked. I quickly shot out from the corner and ran towards it. My speed had doubled and I was already ¾ the way to it. It launched some more claws at me, which I dodged effortlessly before jumping in the air and striking downward.

The monster lost its cloak as it fell into two pieces on the ground. I wiped my blade with my toboggan and threw it on the ground as it started to burn up from the acid like blood. I sheathed my sword and walked back over to the group. They stared at me with shocked expressions. I also noticed that I smelled fear, I actually SMELLED fear upon them. Patrick was the only one who wasn't afraid.

"Lets go before more of them come." He said and walked over to his truck. I walked to mine and got in. No one joined me, not surprising. Who would want to be sitting next to a monster? I had finally accepted the truth. I was becoming a monster. As I drove out of the parking lot, thoughts of my family ran through my mind. It had actually been the first time. For some reason, I hadn't felt the need to see them or even think about them. But now, if I was going to change, I wanted to see my family one more time. I wasn't going to let myself change into a monster. No matter what. I stopped the truck in the road and rolled down the window. Patrick pulled up on my left and rolled down his.

"I'm going to see if my family is still alive. Think you can keep safe while I'm gone?" Patrick knew, I could tell by looking in his eyes.

"Well we wont have to cause I'm coming with you." He said while twisting and popping his back.

"How did I know you were going to say that?" I said shaking my head.

"Because, your like a bro to me and you know it. Remember, we are always on the same page. Just sometimes you're a faster reader." I nodded and smiled. He was right, I was a faster reader.

"Well BRO, if we are coming, make sure you keep up. Wouldn't want you to get lost." I said as I pressed down on the gas and squealed off. Patrick soon followed as we raced side by side over the hill.