I glared at the annoying pair, honestly, we are in danger and they are arguing with each other. I looked around while trying to find another way to go. The streets were crowded with Enders. They fell silent suddenly. I looked at them, it seemed they finally noticed the pile of shit we are in. Avery stood closer to Jordan, who didn't push him away.

I looked back, the enders are attracted to sound. I grabbed a huge rock from the ground. It was big enough to fit in my hand comfortably. I looked around, most of the cars were too close to us. I breathed in, I pulled back my hand. And threw it.

It hit a car that was barely peeking around the corner, it was a good thirty feet away. The rock broke the glass, the loud, sharp beeping started to go off. I grabbed their hands and started to run between the scattered Enders. My heart pound, my throat threatened to let out a loud scream. My eyes teared up a bit, this is stupid and I have to keep going.

Avery nearly tripped, but I pulled him forward. He stumbled as I kept going. I can't let us slow down and I can't let him die. My legs moved even faster, I could hear them. I could hear the groans and moans of the dead that rules our world now. I went in an alleyway, there was a dead end that had a metal gate. No Enders, we are going to have to climb over it.

I let go of them and grabbed the metal fence. I quickly climbed over and hopped down. I heard the others following me. I looked at them, Avery was breathing heavily and Jordan was getting there. "Where is it, Avery?"

"From the looks of it, two buildings that way!" He said happily as he pointed left. He better be right, we aren't going to last that much.

"I hope you can hold yourself." I said as I grabbed my other machete and held it out to him. He looked at it, he gripped and I turned around.

I grabbed the one in my hand, let us live. I ran out of the alley, swinging at the closest ender. Swish! Splat! Whoosh! Splat! I kicked off the ender that was stuck on my machete. Barely in time, I swung it at another. I saw a huge green metal warehouse. I smiled in relief and killed another one. I started to force myself to go faster.

Avery ran in front of me, I killed one that got too close to him. I frowned at his back. Jordan cursed and ran to catch up with him, I frowned even deeper. Fuck it! I started to run, dodging the rotting claws. Avery made it to the door with Jordan, killing one that was grabbing him.

My heart got louder, my vision focused on them and everything else disappeared. I could feel my feet hit the ground and pushing off it. I could hear the hungry moans of the dead, but all I could see was them. A hand bushed against my arm and I pushed myself harder. I was almost there, couple more feet.

"Shit!" *SLAM!* The door shut as I barely made it through. A loud thump was heard as something pound on the door. I was gasping as I leaned on the table. I grabbed my chest, I could feel my heart beat against its jail that was called ribs. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh god, th-that was.." Avery tried to say something, but ended up laughing with me. Jordan joined us, I don't why we were laughing. I was just relieved that we could.

I sighed as I sat on the ground. I looked around the place, it had machines that I couldn't name or know what their purpose was. There were random scraps of metal, some I could guess what they are for and others were who knows. The light was from the windows that were high up and it was barely enough light to make some colors stand out.

"Welcome to my metal home." Avery said with a wobbly smile. I could barely hear the car alarm in the distance.

-x-

Earlier that Day

The Hotel

Gwen sighed as she looked around bored, she was getting used to the sight of Enders. Their bloody appearance would probably always send a chill down her back, but she wasn't screaming her head off at the sight of them. Her cheeks felt a bit too hot for her liking and she hopes she doesn't get a sunburn. She grabbbed the small walkie talkie, pushing the button as she brought it up to her mouth.

"Hey, can someone bring me the sun-wait, that's not.."she trailed off as she noticed the moving figure. It was too sneaky and moving smoothly to be an Ender.

"What's happening, Gwen?" Her little sister asks concernedly, Gwen grabbed her binoculars.

"I see someone, "she said, bending down. "I can't tell what they look like.."

"I will tell the others, " Aaliyah told her. "Be careful, make sure they don't see you."

"Sure, sure." Gwen looked at them, trying her hardest to make out their features. "Stay away from windows." Aaliyah snorted. "Oh darn, I was planning to waving them over here. Was going to grab a flashlight, just to make sure they see."

"You little sarcastic brat."

"I learned from the best."

"Oh, me?"

"No, Fiona"

"You better go, before someone does something." Gwen ordered her. "Quickly, now."

"Yeah, yeah." Gwen watched as the figure started to climb up the building across them.

"Hmm, looks more manly, most likely a male." She nodded to herself, "holy crap! What the hell is he?!"

She looked at the figure as he jumped to the next building. She felt dread as the figure looked at their room, more specifically at her. She hunched into herself as the figure waved at her. She cursed and lay flat against the roof.

"Aaliyah? You there? Aaliyah? Answer me, please." She said desperately into the device.

"What? Are you okay?" Fiona asked her. She licked her lips, "I messed up."

"What do you mean?" Owen demanded after a bit.

"He or she saw me, now they are waving at me or were waving." She looked across at the still waving person. "Nope, still waving."

"Wave back," she gulped. "Just wave, okay?"

"Yeah, okay, it's just waving." She hesitantly waved back. "Just waving.."

"We can send up someone else." Maria suggested.

"No, no, it's okay.."she trailed off. "Just stay close by."

"Alright." Gwen looked at the man through the binoculars, definitely a man.

"What do I do now?"

-x-

He looked across at the figure across him, he felt uncomfortable as he noticed the figure held binoculars. So, they can see him, but he can't see them.

He shifted in his spot, are they alone? Are they willing to let him join them? He had been alone since the beginning, his 'friends' had left him behind when they had got in a sticky spot. He tried to join a different group, but they ended up being sick fuckers. He wished he could have helped the women, but the men were all bigger than him.

He felt his little lunch come up as he thought about how he had to kill the guard to escape them. He prayed to anyone who was listening that this person or group were good people. He looked at the piles of dead bodies in front of the doors. He really hoped they were all dead walkers, that none of them were human.

While it's very disgusting, it was brilliant, the smell blocked out the human smell. Plus, it blocks the glass doors, making it harder for humans and walkers to come in. It also shows the person or group were strong enough to kill all those walkers.

He got excited, he has to go see them. There must be some kind of opening. He jumped back to the other building easily, he started to climb down the ladder. He was going to see a human, maybe more than one human. Human contact in the first time for five long days. It was like the days had dragged for months. No human, only those dead that walked the earth.

He quickly made his way through the streets, trying to find an opening. He walked around the hotel, he almost started to burst out laughing when he saw the name of it. Walkers' hotel, they must have a dark sense of humor or it was just a coincidence.

Come on, where is the open- the garage, he thought with a smile. Without thinking he ran into it, as he started to make his way to the door. He heard a voice, "don't fucking move." A young male voice said.

He froze, a cold, sharp metal press against his throat. "Hey! Hey, I got him." He called out, a lady in her late twenties stepped out of the door.

"I hope you understand this, " she started off. "But we have to be safe." She pulled out a rope. He stared at them, "please, I promise I won't hurt anyone."

"We will have him watch you, we have to wait for our other members come back to the hotel ." She ignored him as she started to tie the rope over his hands. "We will decide what we will do with you then."

He honestly couldn't bring himself to care, he was just happy that there are people. Really living people. Yeah, sure, they are tying him up, but they are alive. Plus, they had a woman who is leading them. He doesn't want to be a sexist, but he has a better chance to live with that. So, he allowed her to do it, allowed her to put a pillowcase on his head. Allowed her to bring him around in circles until he forgot where the door was. Allowed them to bring him up and down the stairs. Allowed them to take all his weapons.

He was set down on a bed by someone, most likely a female if their small hand was anything to go by. They took off the pillow case, it was a male. He felt embarrassed and hoped they didn't notice. The only light was just a candle as the windows were blackout.

"Hey, I a-am Light, you know, like th-the anime character." He rambled as he waved his tied hands around a bit.

"I didn't watch cartoons, "the younger male said flatly. Light winced, "it's anime."

"Same thing to me," the small teen leaned back on the arm chair. "Did you eat yet? Thirsty maybe?"

Light beamed, "you have water?!" He asked excitedly.

"Of course, I guess you want it, then?"

"Yeah! I mean, sure, whatever." He practically vibrant in his spot. Nodding, the teen grabbed a gray walkie talkie.

"Hello, we need a water."

"Alright, I will knock on the door." They sat in silence, it was starting to get awkward for Light as the teen looked at him, just him. Nothing else, just him. He squirmed, "yes?"

"How old are you?"

"Sixteen, why?"

"I hate you." The teen looked away from him. Light sat there confused, why would he hate him unless...

"Wait, are you sixteen too? You are so small!" He said without thinking. The teen glared at him darkly. He laughed nervously, he put up his hands. "Don't kill me."

He sighed in relief as he heard knocking, the teen glared at him for the last time. "Thank you," he said to someone he couldn't see. They hummed cheerful and he could hear their loud footsteps going down the hallway.

"Here you go, they had brought some trail mix too." The teen handed an unopened water bottle and a small bag filled with dried fruit and nuts. Light smiled, he looked at his water and food. He tried to open them, but his hands were tied too tightly. Well, crap, he looked at the teen with a helpless look.

"Sorry, I forgot." He grabbed them, opening the bottle with a twist.

"Thank you," he said automatically. Slowly he drank the lukewarm water, savoring the first drink he had since yesterday. He wanted to chug it down, but he didn't know how far their kindness would go.

The teen watched him closely, sipping his bottle. "How long?" Light tilted his head and hummed questioningly. "How long were you out there by yourself? Are you in a group?"

"Five long days and I was in a group." He paused, remembering how horrible they were. "It wasn't pretty, they were just horrible to their women. I don't know what happened to the kids. I tried to ask what happened to them...the face she made...her cries and all of it was so heartbroken." He stared pass the wall, remembering the young woman cries about a baby that died too soon. Remembering the other mothers' cries, they spared no child, no male besides the new members.

"What did you do to survive?" The teen snarled, Light flinched. Light started to stutter and shaking his head. "Tell me! If you are a threat to he-my group, I need to know. "

"I am not like that, I am not, I promise." He shook his head harder. "I had a sister, supplies and-I failed, I failed." He sobbed, her cries for help echoed throughout his head, HELP, PLEASE! "I had to sit there and listen to her cries, they-they told me after that I had to work for them. I was their slave, if I didn't get enough supplies, they will kill her. I-I had it, I SWEAR I HAD IT! They just had-had come out of no where." He looked at his tied hands, he kept mumbling that he had it, he had the supplies.

He looked up as the teen had set a hand on his shoulder. "I had it, I had the right amount of supplies. I dropped it, I fucking dropped it. They killed her because I dropped it, I dropped the damn bag." He cried out, it was his fault, it was his fault. It repeated in his head, he slowly lost himself in the past. The first time he cried, the first time he cried about her death.

-x-

Owen felt bad as he watched Light wept in front of him. He hadn't meant to make him break down. He had to make sure he wasn't that kind of guy, what with all the females in the group. He bent down, bringing the broken brother towards him. He slowly brought his hand through Light's curly hair.

They sat there for who knows how long. Owen couldn't really bring himself to ignore the obviously broken person in front of him. "Owen, my name is Owen. I am sixteen, I had lost my mother and dad. I was saved by a young woman named Pocahontas. I was brought here after my father had shot himself to stop from turning into one of those things."

Light sniffed, "I am Light, I am sixteen too. I had lost my mother and sister. I was captured by you and brought here because I wasn't thinking clearly. I stumbled upon you guys after I had lost my sister. She ha-had died from blood loss. She was murdered by a leader whose group had kidnapped us. I ran away when I had the chance."

Owen sat there, "are you hungry?"

"Are you serious?" Light looked at him, Owen shrugged.

"I could make a joke." Light sighed, "Knock knock."

"Who's there?"

"Howard."

"Howard who?"

"Howard give me a kiss...sorry, that was the first joke popped in my mind." Owen said as he rubbed his head. Light continued to stare at him before he started to laugh.

"Nah, pretty funny in my opinion." He said grinning, Owen blushed in embarrassment and smiled at him. Light grinned, "you know? For someone who held me at knife point, you are alright."

A/N: Uh, I just to want know if you guys like this or not. So, please leave a review. (...I feel so awkward for some reason.) And thank you for reading.

TheStormPooper (hahaha, nice user name): If the bag is not close all the way, it doesn't count as one thing. So, let's say a bag is closed right, it counts as one bag of xxx then somehow it rips open, everything that is in the bag gets counted. I hope that helps a bit.