Aaliyah looked at her older sisters, they were grim. She looked at her hands, everything had changed. Their grandma wanted to see her sister here and they wanted to surprise her. So, for their grandma's birthday they give her a huge box that was filled with red paper and at the bottom were six airplane tickets.

Everything was going great, then their grandma had started to get sick. They had watched as she died coughing, watched as her soulless body got up. Cried as she tried to eat them, sobbed after Fiona, gentle Fiona grabbed a book and hit her. And continue to hit her until her body stopped moving. Aaliyah can still picture her grandma's soulless eyes staring at her hungrily.

Aaliyah was afraid that the image of her grandmother would be forever ruined in her mind by that monster who used her body to attack them. Or the bloody snarl would replace her toothless smile or her grin. The unhuman screech would overlap the voice of her closest thing to a mother.

"Aaliyah, what's the matter?" Gwen looked at her with a concerned

"I miss her." She said knowing that her older sister would understand, somehow she always did. Like Maria had always understood Fiona, Fiona with Jordan and Jordan with Gwen. It could be an older sister thing that she doesn't know.

"I know," she smiled sadly. Aaliyah leaned into her. She wrapped her arms around her. Aaliyah prayed to anyone who was listening that they would let her sisters and her live for a long time.

"Hey, let's go, we have to decide who is going." Maria ordered them, Aaliyah gripped her sister's shirt knowing that one of them will have to go.

"I love you guys." She said softly.

"Love ya too, brat. "Jordan smiled at her.

"Aww, we love you too." Fiona smiled softly.

"Love you." Gwen told her.

"To the moon and back." Maria smirked her.

-x-x-

Pocahontas's POV

Apparently, I give off a vibe that people think they can just cuddle me like a teddy bear. Owen, I get it because we were together for like two weeks, maybe one in this hell hole alone. We were also in a small car, but waking up to three people holding me. Yeah, you see I have an invisible borderline around me, usually people know that. Some get it, respect it even, okay, I can go on and on.

But my problem is that there are little people on me, around me and I have to go to the bathroom. I also have another problem, it's that I have a soft spot for adorable sights and people. It may not seem like a problem, but I haven't seen anything as adorable as them in this fucked up world.

I am not kidding you, it's adorable. I need that dose of adorable, I have seen nothing but blood, gore, chaos and just how cruel this world can get. But I have to go, very badly. This is probably the most difficult problem I had in my life. Continue to awe at the sight or go to the bathroom and not piss the bed.

§ Are you really debating that?§

Of course, I am.

§You are going to the bathroom, mortal.§

*sigh*Alright, my dear Goddess.

I gently pushed off the small red haired girl onto her brother who was holding my arm. Carefully, I switched my arm for the girl, the boy held his sister easily. I slowly pulled my arm from Owen's hold, he snapped his eyes open. He looked at me confused and grabbed my arm again, pulling me down.

I groaned quietly, I tried again, but he kept pulling me back. We continued to do this for a few minutes, both of us were getting more annoyed. I was pulling my arm when he suddenly let go causing me to fall back. I panicked and I started to wave my arms, trying to stop myself. I had ended up falling on the ground as I cursed. What the hell?! I thought I was going to land on the siblings!

I heard a sleepy giggle, looking up at the bed. I see J.J, Sarah and Owen, looking at me with big smiles. I scowled at them and they broke into giggles. Getting up, I started to make my way to the door. Stopping to put on my shoes and grab a machete.

"Where are you going, Poke?" J.J asked.

"The bathroom and stop calling me Poke." I told him as I yawned.

"Never, Poke~" he laughed as I groaned.

"I have to pee, too!" Sarah said as she jumped off the bed excited. I sighed as they all started to put on their shoes. How are they always this happy in the mornings? Is it a kid thing? No, that can't be it, Ally has never been a morning person.

"I want a piggy!" Sarah held up her hands with a smile, I looked at J.J questioningly. He rubbed his neck, "piggyback ride."

Bending down, she hopped onto my back. I almost started to gag as she tighten her arms too much before she loosen it. I grabbed Eddie and put it on, so it was in front of me. Dammit, I have to walk down the stairs with her.

Why do they call it a piggyback ride? Does that make the rider a pig or does make the holder a pig? Probably the rider. Wait, it could be the holder cause it's a piggy back ride. You know I miss riding the octopus and the orbiter. I miss the greasy food, the hot dogs, the caramel apples. I miss the times where my only worries were making sure my mom hadn't died from overdose, that Ally got her homework done, that I was saving money for the trip.

"Hey-"

"Aren't you suppose to be at school, Ally?"

"It was a half day." She smiled at me, a mischievous look in her eyes. "Let's go do something-"

"No, Ally." She pouted.

"Come on-"

"No, that it is fin-"

I came back to reality as I made it to the door where the room we use for a bathroom. Well, we use the bathroom in the room, not the room. Sarah slid off my back and ran to the bathroom, closing the door behind her with a tiny giggle. I closed my eyes, it's okay, I will be next.

Sarah came out with a big grin, I pulled out hand sanitizer and she held up her hands. I squeezed the bottle, the sound of a door closing came behind me. Snapped my head towards the door, I glared as the sound of someone going to the bathroom was heard. That's okay, calm down, Pocahontas! You are going next and Owen ran in. Oh god, he better hurry up or I am going to pee my pants.

I crossed my legs, I bit my lip. Owen came out, I pushed past him without a thought. I sighed as I started to go to the bathroom. Finishing my business, I walked out and caught the bottle. Opening the blue bottle, I started to rub it in.

"Let's go to the sisters, we still need to talk." I grabbed the offered machete, "thank you."

Pocahontas stared at her group, three young women, three teenagers, one kid and one toddler. The five of them were sisters, Maria the oldest one, was probably going to be her second in command. Fiona (second oldest), was the peacemaker, Jordan was more likely going to be the runner or a great fighter. Gwen was surprisingly a great shot and finally the youngest at the age ten was becoming a great lock picker or a locksmith (what is called it again?). Their last name was John.

Her boy Owen will be a runner, J.J will be something and Sarah the youngest in the group who knows what. Not enough fighters in her opinion, by that she means someone who can last in a fight by themselves for more than six minutes with the Enders or take down a small hoard of 10 by themselves.

Jordan and I will go, the paper had read. Pocahontas took all the objections of everyone easily. She nodded at them, she acknowledged their reasons for it, but she's stubborn.

"Enough." She said, tired of how long it's taking them to calm down. She grabbed the paper and started to write.

I know I am needed here, but we don't know how dangerous it is. Jordan and I are the strongest out all of us. We need to make sure everyone lives. Owen, you are in charge.

"What the hell?! Why is he-"

"You said you are a natural follower, so follow." Pocahontas stared at her as Maria glared back at her.

"Fiona, you are in charge of the food, J.J keep care of your sister. Maria you will keep your sisters in check. Jordan, we will leave in a bit, be ready." Pocahontas walked away and started to make her way to the room. Owen ran to her, looking at the woman who don't seem like she just command someone who listened, even though they hadn't meant to.

She seemed confident, relaxed and ready to fight any moment. If Owen hadn't seen her break down before, he would say that she was made for this. Made for this world, made for war and made for leadership. He still would say it, because he can't help believe that she might not be the unstoppable leader now, but she would be.

She would rule, command and dominant anyone who got in her path. She would manage it with her unnerving calm posture that she seems to wear anytime she wasn't in the privacy of her own room. He could picture it with ease, he can see other people acknowledging it and accepting her as their leader in time. He felt proud of the fact she trusts him enough to watch her group, it wasn't theirs, it was hers. He accepted that fact, knowing he was part of it. He walked behind her, trying to always keep at least three steps between them.

As soon as the door of their room closed, she started to talk. "If we are gone more than two weeks, chances are that we are dead. After a week, they are going to lose hope, keep them going. If you guys get low on food, send Gwen out for supplies. Have Maria on guard duty on the ground floor, and then have someone on the lookout on the rooftop with binoculars. Make sure no one uses guns unless required, a last resort thing. Always makes sure you guys are secured, be paranoid as hell. If you guys are overrun, you are the glue. Meaning you have to keep them together and be stubborn as hell."

He nodded sulkily, but his eyes gleamed with determination. She walked around the room, tidying up the room here and there. She was distracted and maybe a bit trouble with what was going to happen next. She looked at him a bit, her eyes had darkened with something dangerous and hardened with determination.

He felt a shiver pass through his body, she looked away slowly. He clenched the bottom of his shirt, he gulped back his thoughts that were trying to escape. "What if another person showed up?"

"Do not trust them, you may let them stay, but do not trust them unless they proved that they can be. Make sure they know who leads the group, understood?"

"Who?"

She looked him in the eyes, putting a hand on his neck. Her thumb was on his Adam apple, she pressed it down a bit and she did just enough to make him feel uncomfortable. He felt fear and the need to submit to her command. "You know who, Owen." He felt like he had committed a crime and he nodded, a little shame of himself for it. She stopped, but kept her hand in the same position.

"Sorry, I understand." He could still feel the pressure and felt his throat close a bit.

"Good boy." She patted his head.

Jordan hugged her youngest sister, she savored it as much as she could. Her eldest sister stared at her, she stared back. They never had mixed well, they tended to clash a bit more than the others. They loved each other, just didn't sit well together after a bit. It could be because she was always more independent and Maria was too used of helping them out. But in Jordan's opinion, she was too smothering and pushy.

Maria stepped forward, and Jordan closed the distance with a strong hug. Maria wrapped her arms around her with a shaking breath. Jordan shut her eyes tightly as she felt her hidden fear come to the surface. She wasn't ready to die, she wasn't ready to leave her sisters behind with a kid in control. But if Owen is anything like Pocahontas, then they have a great chance of surviving a bit longer.

"I am not ready, sis."

"I know...I know." Maria held her tighter.

"I-I don't wan-want to say goodbye, yet." Her voice wavered.

"Then see you later, my Lil sis." She felt a few tears slip down her face.

She looked at the farm, it was beautiful. She had taken shelter with the family with her mom when a neighbor had broken into their house ate her mom's boyfriend. She felt guilty that she really doesn't have the need to grieve for him. He was a nice dude, but she hadn't cared enough to grieve over his death too much. What she cared about was her survive.

She looked disgusted at her clothes, she had to do some of the dirty work. She wished her so called 'best friend' was here. Then she wouldn't have to do all these disgusting work and she would most likely have more food too. Tch, that stupid bitch had the fucking guts to die trying to save her brother from those things.

"Come on, sweetie, the horses need a good brush." She smiled at her mother, but as soon as the woman turned away, she frowned darkly. Great, those stupid horses never sit still for her, always fucking moving around.

Jordan looked at the beautiful native that was taking in their surroundings and she could see the way she was making plans and noting the exits for them. Jordan looked at her face, her eyes never stayed in one spot, her right ear was moving around. Kind of like a dog, she mentally compared. She doesn't know about her left, but either way, it was kind of cute.

Jordan stopped as Pocahontas held up her hand, she turned her head. Jordan looked in the direction she was facing, Jordan noticed the reflection in a window. A figure was moving around fast in the building across them. Jordan narrowed her eyes, trying her hardest to see their features as she could.

The figure ran around, sometimes stop in the window where the reflection can show them. Jordan subtly looked at the older woman beside her, her hardened eyes looked at the window and she gave nothing away. Jordan licked her lips, what is she thinking?

Suddenly a loud familiar sound of gunshots was heard. Jordan cursed, "that fucking idiot."

Pocahontas grabbed her hand and pulled towards the building where the idiot is. She easily took down the Enders that were in reaching distance. Jordan couldn't help but think it was hot. She shook her head with a tiny blush and started to help her.

Jordan kicked off one and brought down her machete that Pocahontas give her. She winced as the blood splattered across her face. She gasped as Pocahontas took down an Ender that was too close for her liking. She hit another, trying to ignore her racing heart.

They slowly made their way towards the room where they had guessed was. They ran towards it when they heard a loud scream. Jordan cursed as she almost fell. This idiot got upgraded to dumbass, congratulations! She growled in her head at the unknown person.

Jordan busted into the room with screams, she could see some of the fuckers banging on a door. She killed one of them as Pocahontas blocked the entrance door to the best of her ability. She pull out her machete with a grunt and quickly killed one that was close to her.

Pocahontas continue to stack things in front of the door. Jordan gasped as she finished the last one. She glared at the quiet door, the dumbass better be alive or else she will bring them back to life, just to kill them herself. She stalked towards with a sneer.

Grabbing the door handles, she threw open the door. A geeky man with lean muscle stood there with a surprised face. His shirt was a bloody white shirt that had some kind of an animated character. His coat also had a nerd vibe going on, she frowned.

"You fucking asshole." She hissed quietly.

"S-Sorry, I-I," he tried to explain. But Jordan grabbed the front of his shirt, she pulled him towards her face and glared.

"You better be fucking worth it." She warned him.

"I-I made weapons! Before all this started, "he waved his hands." I made weapons for fans, like the weapons from Naruto, Bleach and other things. I have a lot of weapons at my warehouse, I swear! It's not that far from here! " He said frantically as he tried to pull away from her hold. "They weren't built for my body type, yes, I could pick them up. But I would get too tired, too fast. And I needed food and I messed up and I am sorry!"

"Jordan." She said simply, Jordan dropped him and pushed him away angrily. "We get you out, we will send you to our territory and you will not betray us, understood?" He nodded madly. "Good, because if you did and I lost my group, I will hunt you down and trust me, you don't want that." Pocahontas stared down on him, he shook as he nodded faster. Jordan glared at the wimp, "and if you touch any of my group inappropriate, I will fucking punish you."

"We are going to have wait this out." Jordan said as she looked around the room.

"...we can take the vents, it would be a tight fit, but.."

-x-x-

Jordan scowled as she slowly army crawl in a dusty ass fucking vent. It was dark, tight and dirty, she was going to kick some serious ass after they get out. "Hey the vents are getting bigger, but still dark as hell."

Jordan sighed in relief as she was able to crawl. The only sound was their shuffling and breathing. God, it was hot as hell and she sees a light. "So, do I kick it out or..."

"I will do it, we will just back up and you guys will stay in that dead end part, okay?"

"Huh?" Jordan rolled her eyes.

"We all back up and when we get to the vent that had a dead end, we will back up into it and stay in there as she goes pass it." She explained.

"Oh.."

"Idiot, let's just go." Jordan frowned, this is not how she imagined her day. She hoped that they at least would've made it to the library.

"Passing it," Pocahontas said from behind, Jordan groaned. She slowly made her way into the passage way thingy backwards. She winced as she accidentally leaned into the corner causing it to dig into her ribs harshly.

"Hey! Calm the fuck down, I don't want your ass in my face." Jordan said harshly as she felt the idiot's ass get shoved in her face. She pinched his leg, ignoring his panicky apologies that he was squeaking out.

"Don't hurt me, Pocahontas! I didn't mean to do that! Please understand that!" He yelped as Jordan pinched him again.

"Just hurry, you little wimp." Jordan sneered.

She leaned back as she waited for Pocahontas to pass them. She sighed, god. She sighed again, she yawned widely. Jordan flinched as she heard a loud banging sound, she felt excited at the loud crashing sound.

"It leads to the elevator and it has windows for some odd reason."

"This is an old building, well not old, old, but old enough." Jordan felt a long ramble coming on, she can feel the headache too.

"Hey, nerd!"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up." He started to mumble something and she got more annoyed. "Speak up, wimpy idiot."

He cleared his throat, "I-I said-d m-my name is Avery Smith."

She snorted, "even your name is wimpy, girly too."

"Hey! I will have you know my name means the ruler of the elves." He said defensively.

"You aren't helping yourself," she snorted. "And it's more like the ruler of nerds."

"Stop flirting and start moving." Pocahontas said as she looked back into the vent. Jordan glared as Avery started to stutter out denials. Jordan pinched the wimp's leg again, he yelped again.

"Stop that!" He looked back at the annoyed female. "Stop being so annoying!"

"I didn't even do anything to you!"

"Your face is annoying!"

"It's called genetics and your butt!"

"What about my butt?!"

"It's very annoying to me!" He nodded, she grit her teeth together.

"Why's that?!"

"One cheek is bigger than the other one, it's very asymmetrical and annoying. There, I said it." Jordan gaped at him, that little asshole!

"Take that back!"

"No, I will no-"

"Start moving your asses or I am leaving both of you behind!"

"She/He started it! No, I didn't!"

"Shut up or we are turning around." Pocahontas started to climb out the vent. They grumbled and started to move to the opening.

"Holy crap!" Avery said as he looked down, "that is-"

"Our only way out and move!" She said as she felt her stomach drop. Pocahontas looked at them with a deadpan expression. "Both of you are wimps." She slowly started to walk sideways on the pipes.

"It's called survival instinct." Jordan said.

"It's called I am going to drag you down here if you don't start moving your ass." Avery laughed nervously, he slowly set his feet on the metal pipes.

Jordan looked down, the ground was a good 40 or so feet below. She looked at the guy who was just now moving a bit. She took a shaky breath. Oh, okay, you can do this shit. You are Jordan John, you are a fucking John girl. And she wishes she had a better last name.

"It seems like we have to climb the other pipes and go to another window. Too low." Jordan looked up to the window, maybe fifteen feet.

"Well, shit/poop." Jordan looked at Avery, really? Can't he be a bit normal?

"If I fall and go splat with my eyes popping out of my head, with a pool of blood around me...I am blaming you."

"Nice image." He said dryly as Pocahontas ignored her.

They slowly made their way up the pipes, Jordan gripped them as her palms started to sweat. She almost lost her grip as a loud crashing sound was heard. She looked up as Pocahontas started to knock out the glass from the window frame. She watched with wide eyes as Pocahontas got ready to jump.

"What are you-ahh!" She screamed as Pocahontas jumped. She urged him to go as her palms started to get more sweaty. He sped up, her thoughts were running a mile a minute.

"I am okay!" She heard her leader's voice and sighed in relief. "Jesus Christ, you crazy bitch. Scared the shit of me." She yelled back, her voice echoing off the walls.

"That jump is pretty far." Avery said as he looked out at the window. Jordan groaned, that fucking wimp.

"You either jump, get pushed out or get pulled down, choose?" She growled, her palms were hurting and if he doesn't do anything soon, she will fall down. "...Jump."

"Okay, three, two, one...go." He pulled back at the last minute, oh come on. He bit his lip, " maybe, I should go-"

"Just jump, you pussy!" She yelled in frustration, he screamed as he jumped. She started to climb, her hands were burning and slippery and it was not a good combination when climbing pipes. She huffed as she got to the ledge of the window.

Looking across, she smiled. The roof was a good four feet away and it was lower the window. They made it safely, she thought, now it's my turn. She bent her knees, grabbing the frame of the window, she prayed to her grandmother. She jumped, for one tiny second she was weightless and then gravity kicked in, she started to fall. Her heart stopped as she quickly notices that she didn't push off enough. She wasn't going to make it.

She screamed as her hands grabbed the ledge of the roof. Causing scapes on her hands and her body to slam against the brick wall. She felt her arms tremble and she started to kick her legs, her heart pounding in her ears. She felt her eyes sting, her arms tried to pull her up, but they were too shocked at the sudden weight they were forced to hold. Pocahontas grabbed her arm and pulled, Jordan was a bit shocked and couldn't really register what was going on.

"Come on, help!" Jordan didn't know who Pocahontas was talking to, but it snapped her back to reality. She began pulling herself up as Avery grabbed her other hand. They huffed as she made it on the roof safely, a bit hurt but still alive.

She cringed as she had landed on her hurt hands. The rough roof had sharp tiny bumps that dug into her open scraps viciously. She looked at her hands, she cursed, they couldn't afford this. Pocahontas looked at her, she looked back scared. Pocahontas slowly reached into her never-ending bag, pull out a yellow and white tube with a small red box.

Opening it, there was a small bottle filled with a clear liquid, some kind of tissue, a roll of bandages, scissors and some kind of tape. Grabbing the bottle, she opened it and pour a bit on the tissue. She looked at Jordan expectedly as she held out her hand. Hesitatingly, she put one of her hands in hers. She hissed as a stinging sensation went thought her hand as Pocahontas cleaned it with what she guessed was rubbing alcohol.

Pocahontas cleaned Jordan's wounds, she had put on an ointment on them. She tightly wrapped the hurt hands in bandaged. Jordan cringed as she felt Pocahontas clean her cheek. "When we get back, I am taking Gwen with me. You have to stay there and keep your wounds clean." Pocahontas told her, Jordan was about to start to protest it when she realized she could watch the wimp to make sure he doesn't do anything.

"Fine," she spat out. "But we need to get the wimp's weapons first, easier to do it now than wait for later." Pocahontas nodded at that.

"Avery, my name is Avery." The quiet nerd suddenly said. Jordan rolled her eyes, "whatever, loser."

"Let's just go you, idiots."

A/N: Jordan doesn't like like Pocahontas, it's like a tiny lady crush or something like that. Funny thing is Avery was going to be this big buff guy, a soldier that didn't have anyone before the apocalypse. Jordan and Avery was supposed to get along like wood and fire. But Avery is now a wimpy nerd who made weapons for other nerds before it started, in Jordan's opinion. Who happens to have a problem with her ass. Hahaha, man, I am going to love writing them together. I don't even know how close they are going to be, but I just know I am going to love writing their scenes together.

Next time: The warehouse and back to the hotel. Meanwhile, Gwen spots a hooded figure. Are they a enemy, a new ally or maybe even a new member? What's going to happened next? Who knews! (I do, for once!) :) Until next time!