After the explosion, I ran back to my room. I looked at the room, I became familiar with it over the last few weeks. But I can't stay here, it's about to be even more crazy. I need a plan, fast too. I grabbed my other bag, a duffel bag. It was filled with things, I can survive without it. Money, laptop, and knick knacks that I had gotten. What? I was hoping that this would past by like the flu. But it's not and I felt my heart break. I sobbed, goddammit! I kicked the table, I yelled, screamed and just let everything out.

My throat felt sore, I looked around and dumped out everything. Grabbing this loud noise maker, I stared at it. Taking off Eddie, I opened the smallest pocket and put it in. Looking at everything laying on the bed, I sniffed. I looked at my beloved laptop, I kissed it goodbye.

I walked to the door of the staircase, I groaned. I think my four pack is turning into a six pack one. I was fine with four and I was fine with my body. Okay, sometimes I wish I had bigger boobs like my mom's, but that's only sometimes. I sighed, well, here I come. I put out my flashlight and started to wind it up. Hello again, creepy stairs.

I walked down fast, skipping steps and I don't know what's starting to hurt more my legs or my arms? I think it's a draw. I wonder what the guy's name was. Does he have a wife, a kid or was he married to his job. How old was he? Did he have a dog? I wonder what kind? A German Shepherd, an Alaskan husky, golden retriever or maybe a fierce Chihuahua? Yes, fear me, fear the Shaking Chihuahua! Muahaha!

I got to the door, I stared at it. I hadn't realized I was here and now this metal door holds off the outside. Everyone left, but I stayed. I growled at myself, I am not backing out, not now. Putting away the flashlight, I grabbed one of the machetes. I jumped in my spot, I can do this. I will do this, I rolled my shoulders. I backed up and...ran against the door.

It flew open and on the other side was...nothing. There was blood on the walls, but other than that, nothing. I waited for a bit and still nothing. I slapped myself, what the hell am I doing? Wasting time like this. I ran to the dinner/cafeteria, pasting by piles of bodies. I stopped as I saw one of them move. I froze, jogging over, I looked down at them. I watched as this thing tried to crawl from under the pile. It was making this sound between a growl, a groan and moaning. The skin was pale, the eyes had this glossy look in them and it was shot in the chest.

Left up my machete, I brought it down with a silent scream. Splat. The sound of it almost made me taste the peaches again, not as good as it is the first time. The head came clean off, but it was still moving. This time, I wasn't able to stop myself, I puked all over the head...right into the mouth. I puked again, thankfully on the floor. I stared at the head, gagging. I turned around and started to breath in deeply. Which I regretted because I smelled the only thing it could be, Death.

I felt my eye twitch, I walked away and ignore the head. I walked into the cafeteria, it didn't have any windows just doors. Putting out my hand powered flashlight, I looked at the empty space. Locking the door behind me, I bent down looking for anything that could pop out. Finding nothing, I stood up and knocked on the table. It echoed throughout the room, sending a chill down my back. I stopped winding up the flashlight and listened. My right ear started to move up and down like it does whenever I listen for something.

After hearing nothing move, I walk towards the counter. Looking behind it for something when nothing popped up. Walking cautiously behind it, I looked around. I found a map, a map for the hotel. It was taped on the wall, grabbing a knife, I cut it off. The office was just down the hallway into the kitchen, the drop-off place farther down the hallway. Today is my lucky day.

I ran into the kitchen, leaving behind the map and here I made a mistake. Read the first sentence of this paragraph, do you see it? Well, I didn't, I was so excited to leave. I ran head first into an unknown area without checking. Slamming the door open, I ran in. Something had grabbed onto my leg and it tripped me. I gasped as my nose hit the ground. Fuck! It hurts! I kicked it in the face as they had almost bitten me.

My heart raced, I tried to scramble up as I repeatedly kicked it off. My hand manages to grab something with a cry, I hit it on the head. Over and over, I had hit it. I was huffing as I stood up. My eyes slowly adjust to the dark. I tripped over the unmoving body as I walked towards the light switch. I hissed as the bright light turned on. Looking at the disgusting scene, I puked up in the sink. Damn, I lost my breakfast, lunch and dinner. Maybe I should leave in- §No! Leave tonight!§ I heard a familiar voice. I don't squeal, okay? I scream like a fucking man!

§Pay attention! Leave before morning and make your way to this location. § I paid attention to her directions, what? She's a goddess and she gave me Eddie. I started to write them down on a paper. §... end up at this camp.§

"Why there?''

§ Don't worry about it, just go there, okay?§

"Alright, thank you." I grabbed spices, canned foods and I saw something that made angels sing in the background. Pop, candy and fresh apples. I didn't grab any fresh foods, just long lasting foods like dried food, peanuts and canned food. Plus, half of my food was in the car. I forgot about it when I gave the jeep away. I didn't notice that until I got out of the shower.

Laughing, I had bitten into it and moaned. Oh, how I miss fresh food! And I want warm food now. I sat there eating three whole apples. I left the rest there and processed to look around, I had opened the refrigerator and almost puked. The lights were on, but why wasn't the refrigerator on? Can you turn it off? I kinda want to look inside, but I am done with puking. The bag was getting heavy, so I cleaned off a cart and started to put stuff on it.

I had grabbed enough food to last me a month or so, if I rationed it carefully. Pushing the cart down the hallway, I stopped at the office door. Grabbing my bat, I walked in carefully. I knocked three times, "hello, anyone here?"

I waited and nothing, absolutely nothing. This was very calmer than what I had in mind. Shit! I jinxed myself. I thought as I push away the thing. I hit it with ease, the sound had me gagging again. Goddammit, I sallowed my puke. I looked at it, noting how human like it is. I want to believe that they are sick humans, but if I did, I would go crazy. Twenty-three, I had killed twenty-three.

I looked at how the head was smashed in, the bite marks and gunshots. The dark red blood, was almost black. The smell was strong and I closed my eyes. The picture was burned into my memories, please, please let them not be human. I looked at the hooks with different keys. Green tag, green tag, green-right there. I grabbed it and walked out the office, I looked at the body one last time. I hope you found your way home.

"May you rest in peace, now." I said softly. I pushed the cart, feeling a little better and a whole lot more restless. I walked down the hall, I started to hum quietly. Walking to the door at the end of the hallway, I breathed in deeply, I can do this. I will survive, I survived my life, I will make it or I will die fighting...literally.

-x-x-x-

He was getting overwhelmed by them. He couldn't stop, he can't, his father needs him to be strong. But he wasn't a close-up fighter, he always seemed to mess up when fighting up close. It wasn't even those things that were attacking him, it was his fellow humans. Gang members from the looks of it. They were murdering everybody around them. They had set their eyes on his father's pawn shop. He wasn't surprised, his father had a good eye for weapons.

Hell, he was raised around them. By the time he was five, he was learning about them and how to handle them. He learned everything he could from his father. The explosion from earlier had been like a sign to go wild for people. Fire, screams, gunshots and chaos started up. He wanted to panic and yell, but his father handed a gun to him. His father made him promise to fight. But he didn't understand, he was confused and he kept shooting at the others.

He thought he did well, but he was only one person against many others. His father was in the back room, he was turning into a heater. Owen knew what that meant, he saw his mother get turned into one of those things. He watched as his mother took one last breath and came back as one of them. A tiny scratch and she turned. His father had a bite and he can't let him die alone. He pointed his gun and shot at them.

A brown wagon came and run over three of the members. It stopped and reversed over them again. He watched wide eyed as a tall female stepped out calmly and grabbed a gun from one of the Fallen members. She aimed it at one of the other members and shot him with no hesitation. He dropped to the ground, a bullet size hole in his head.

Then he quickly shot down a member who was about to shoot her without really registering what he was doing. The lady shot at members, always aiming for the head. He followed her example and pretty soon the members were on the ground. He watched as the lady walked towards him. He stared as he started to make out her features. She looked like a badass Pocahontas, her long brown hair was straight, and holy crap. He still can't get over the fact of how much she looked like Pocahontas. Only her hair is a dark brown, her skin color was a little lighter, but other than that, she looks like she just stepped out of the T.V., and got a makeover.

"You should find a better hideout, more people are likely going to come here." Her voice was as beautiful and deadly as she was. He blushed, he remembered his father and ran back inside. He jumped over the counter, he ran into the back room. "Dad!"

"Son!" His dad called out, his voice was raspy, he coughed. Owen looked at his strong dad that looked so weak and pale. He bent down, he slowly hugged his father. His father, who never was a person that showed his emotions, hugged back. Owen started to shake, he sobbed as he felt like his father skin that was too hot. It felt like he was trying to hug a fire.

"Well, shit." A familiar female voice said softly behind him. He didn't look, he continued to hug his father. "Who are you?" His father asked, coughing a bit.

"Call me whatever you want."

"Pocahontas it is, thank you for helping my son."

"No problem," her voice never changed volume, always at that calm volume. As if the world is not ending. As if his father was not dying right in front of her. As if they didn't just kill living people. He got up quickly and puked into a tiny garbage can.

"Pocahontas?" She hummed, "take my son and protected him." Owen looked at his father, "no! I want to stay with you until the end."

"Son, please. I don't want you to see it." He coughed out blood, Owen looked at him horrified. "N-No, I-I want to-"

"P-Please," his father begged him. He sobbed, he hugged his father. He didn't want to leave him. A hand grabbed his shoulder, he looked at his savior/new babysitter. "T-Take every*cough, cough*thing and go."

Owen stared at his father, he grabbed a bag and started to do what his father told him to do. Leaving behind Pocahontas and his father. James Lake knew that the young lady would protect his son until he could survive by himself. He watched the other native American who was looking into his eyes. She held out her hand, showing a tiny handgun. He grabbed it shakily, she looked at him with sad eyes, but he saw no pity.

"Thank you."

"-is my name." She said simply, she closed the door behind her. James looked at the gun, he grabbed a photo of his family. Don't worry, I am coming, Felicia.

-x-x-x-

Owen flinched as he heard a gunshot come from the back room. He hurried in grabbing the knives. The guns were unfortunately stolen earlier. He had packed away the BB guns, no one had grabbed them. But they could be used for practice. Pocahontas had started to pack away the knives too.

She was so calm, he kind of hated her for it...but was thankful that she was. Suddenly she threw a knife behind her, he looked back as he saw a body fell on the ground. She didn't even look at it, who she is?! She kept on working like it was nothing. He was amazed by her. He started to work again, looking at her in the corner of his eye.

"Come on," she gestured for him to follow her. He looked at the pawn shop, it was filled with bullet holes and everything was ruined. This was his second home and now it's gone too. She grabbed a small ax and she held it out to him. He gulped, his hand wrapped around the wooden handle. It felt heavy in his hand.

They had two full duffel bags of knives and other kind of weapons. He had grabbed a bow and some arrows to go with it. He had one of the holding bag thingy, he never learned the name for it. Or maybe he didn't remember, he had just cared for, the more physical side if it.

They walked out, ignoring the chaos around them. Pocahontas had got into the wagon, she looked at him as he looked at her car. He flushed as he realized she saw his judging look. He climbed in hesitantly, he was barely buckled in as she drove off fast.

She drives fast and a little crazy. But, that could because of everything on the road, she is naturally a crazy driver or a bit both. She turned sharply as a car passed them. He squealed as he noticed how close they were in a crash. He saw Pocahontas look at him with amusement. He coughed into his hand, he put down his legs. "That...was close." She smirked at him.

She drove and drove, he looked outside and watching people running, killing each other and he fell sleep to her soft humming.

-x-x-x-

Waking up, he didn't see Pocahontas. He started to panic, where is she?! He looked around him, his breathing quicken and the car is getting smaller. He felt a sob tore through his throat. A knock on the window caused him to point a small gun at...Pocahontas. She stared at him with furrowed eyebrows. He threw open the door, it hit her nose. She cursed quietly and held it carefully. He gasped, "oh god! I am sorry, I-I"

"Right, calm down, it's okay. I stopped it before it could do any real damage." Her nose was a bit red, he felt guilty. But her soothing voice continued to whisper reassurance things to him. He hugged her tightly, she let him. He was shorter than her, his head reached just below her nose. She rubbed his head. "I got gas," she held up a red 5 gallon gas can. He nodded, looking down at his feet, then he looked up at the empty street.

He saw a small child form walk into an alleyway, he looked at Pocahontas, who was busy putting the gas in the car. He walked slowly towards the alleyway, peeking at it. He saw an alley filled with those things. And in unison, they looked at him. He turned around and started to run towards the car. "Pocahontas, start the car!" He yelled.

Her head snapped up in their direction, she closed the gas hole thingy. She hopped in the car, she tried to start it, but it kept making noise. He was close to the car when she opened the passenger door and started to try to turn on the car again. He hopped into the car and barely closed it in time. Those things started to hit the car, Pocahontas was trying her best to turn it on. The back window cracked, Owen stared at it.

"Come on, Baby, work for mommy." Pocahontas begged the car as she finally turned it on. She and Owen laughed, she stepped on the gas. She ran over two of them, another one rolled on the hood. She reversed and then went forward. She turned sharply, Owen hit the door with an 'oof'. "Buckle up, sweetheart." Owen quickly followed her order as she turned again.

They smiled at each in relief, Owen looked at her, she had little bags under her eyes. "Do you sleep last night?"

"Only a little, it was too dangerous." She said simply. Owen frowned at her, he looked out the window. "I can drive," he offered her.

"...Wake me up if you are afraid." She said seriously, he nodded. He would have woken her up anyways. She stopped, looking around, she got out. Owen climbed over to the driver seat. Pocahontas ran over to the passenger seat, she got in and Owen started to drive. "Always go faster than 30mph."

Owen started to move around in his seat, it was weird seeing the roads empty. He looked at the directions, he turned left and decided he liked empty, creepy streets as he stared at the hoard of those things. He slowly reversed, looking at them and then he heard a scream. He watched as they pulled in a teenager and a woman, tearing them part. He froze, he felt puke coming up. "Drive." He followed her order easily. The tires left marks as they turned. He pushed the car as hard as it could. He looked in the rear view mirror, the hoard was huge and, "turn left."

"I hate driving!" He yelled.

"I hate your driving," she said, a bit green.

"Me too!"

A/N: I liked this one. Pocahontas is the main character. I am actually liking this story, somewhat. I was wondering what would happen to her. She found a tail, Owen Lake.

Next time: her point of view. What was really going on in her mind? Was she really that confident? How does she see Owen? Will they make it to their goal? Who knows! :)