Hey everyone and welcome back to the story, yes, I saw that a lot of you were angry at Carver…and Troy, those losers. They suck but anyway, I'm not going to get into it much but I'll just say what would have happened if we rested. Everyone would have been alive, no wounds. And the death of Carver. Yes, you heard me; Carver would be DEAD if you chose to rest. Oh well. Anyway, ON WITH THIS STORY! Also, King James, your OC will be here soon.

Cristina's POV

I woke up on the ground. Well, at least it felt like ground. Ok, time to get up- THAT HURTS! OW, oh yeah, I got shot by that Carver guy. Wouldn't I have bled out by now? Unless someone is still here and patched me back up. Hmmmmm… ok, get up take two! OW, that still hurts like heck. Okay, up, look around, campfire, night, bandage on wound, big scary guy staring at me with blood on his sweatshirt, what else- WAIT IS THAT BLOOD ON HIS SWEATSHIRT?! OK, OK, OK, YOU ARE NOT GOING TO FREAK OUT! Ok, staring contest between you and me bud, just reach for my hidden knife under my boot- and its gone, ok, plan B gone.

"Uh, hi." Ok, he's not mute. That still does not mean he is friendly though…

"Who the heck are you?" Ok, that just came from me. He raised an eyebrow.

"Uh, Chad. Who are you?" Ok, first of all, sit up, there ok, now to answer question with as much enthusiasm as possible. Ok, sticking out for handshake. Smile.

"I'm, Cristina King, pleased to meet you!" Ok, good so f-

"Great, your actually alive, hoped you would die, shouldn't have even tried to bandage you. Guess I better be going." This guy was a party pooper. Eh, I'll make him come around eventually.

"That's great! So, what do we-"Cut off again.

"There is no "we." There is only me, I survive by myself and I intend to keep it that way." Dark. I like it. Getting up, walking over to him, plop down, done.

"Soooooo… what did you do before this?" He just looks at me.

"Nothing, I went to swordsmanship classes. That's it. Now leave me alone." Mysterious.

"What happened to the people you traveled with?" Side long glance. Nothing to say? Ok. Open mouth- interrupted again.

"Now leave me alone, god, you must be the devil himself!"

"The devil is a dude." Shrug.

"The devil can come in many forms. Apparently, your one of them." Now that's just mean. Now, what to do about my friends, I don't see them anywhere- TIRE TRACKS! MYSTERY!

"Hey, if you don't wanna be nice, could you just help me? I think my group was kidnapped. And-"I'm starting to dislike being interrupted.

"No way I'm coming with you." Ok, persuading powers GO! Take on innocent look.

"But Why?"

"I don't know you nor do I want to, I prefer to work alone, I did enough for you."

"You're coming with me-"OKAY, AT SWORD POINT.

"Listen here, I'm going nowhere with you. I don't CARE about you and your friends."

"Then why did you save me?" Ok, got him there.

"Because I value life."

"If you value life, wouldn't you save my friend's?" Ok, didn't mean to say that. Now he's sighing, ok, moving sword away and into obscured sheath.

"Fine, I'll save your friends ok? That makes you any happier?"

"THANK YOU SO MUCH! For a second, I thought you were serious!" Ok, quiet game or what here? He's rolling his eyes.

"Ok, I'll take first watch."

*a few hours later*

Ok, now we're heading out to follow those tar tracks. I mean, their going south west, according to Chad anyway. So, here I am, trudging through a dense as hell forest next too Chad, my new partner- not that we were romantically involved or anything… heh, heh. ANYWAY, I have to stop thinking so many dirty thoughts about last night. So, just trudging through the woods, nothing to do. Conversation time!

"So, what happened to the people you were with?"

"Dead."

"How'd they die?"

"I killed them."

"Uhhhh… why may I ask?"

"They were a threat to me and my wellbeing."

"What does it feel like?" Turns to me.

"I mean, how does it feel like to kill another?"

"You won't be able to forget their faces. You'll see them every night in your dreams. Once you murder someone, it's like part of you is taken as well."

"That doesn't sound very pleasant."

"It wasn't and it isn't."

"That's some pretty hardcore stuff."

And for the rest of the way we pretty much just talked. That is until we heard a buzz from overhead. I and Chad immediately ducked into some brush for some cover over what may be coming. We soon saw a type of old plane flashing by with a teen in it, Chad later told me it was called an ultra-light, an old fashioned plane used around the nineteenth century.

"What the hell?" I heard Chad mutter. Anyway we just continued on as if nothing had happened.

Ok, that's it! Sorry this took so long, so many goddamn things happening… So, who was in the plane and more importantly; are they friendly?