A/N: Please bear with me! These next few chapters aren't the most exciting or devistating parts in my story. But I know that if I write chapter 5, I will have to keep going for quite a while. I wouldn't want to do that unless I knew there were people actually reading my story. Read & Review; It'll help me so much. Arigato. ~Twi-Hoster Girl.
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I stood in the game hall, feeling a little out of place.

Everyone had been exuberant to know just how much human survivors there were, and even more exuberant at the thought of how much more survivors there could be.

Of course, human survivors.

Everyone was just so happy! And I know, I should be happy too. I mean, they were literally shining. I knew that what I was feeling wasn't right, so I just stayed quiet. Their conversations caught up with me, though.

"93 human survivors!" Brandt shouted with a loud whoop.

"And that's just around here! Think of all the other places!" Aaron quickly informed with a wide smile on his face.

I wanted to leave. I desperately wanted to leave. But Ian had to go unload the van since we were all prepared for a raid. We would have to go another day. He's always so protective of me; he forced me to stay in this direct spot. I couldn't just break a promise. Well, not to Ian.

I waited and was soon awarded. He was so familiar to me; I always knew when he was here and when he was not. I quickly turned to the sight of him--his blue icey eyes, his hair as black as ink, and his skin always as pale as snow. I couldn't help but smile. But my thoughts were still muddled with all the extreme happiness going around.

It was as if I had just posted my thoughts on my forehead. Ian's eyes narrowed when they saw the touch of sadness in my eyes. He might've even guessed I was jealous.

I quickly turned away. I tried to dispel the men speaking, but they were as loud as can be; I just couldn't not listen to what they were saying. Brandt, Aaron, and Andy were in the middle of some enthusiastic plan.

"And if we can just round all the humans here-" Brandt said.

"Then work together so when we reach them up there we'll-" Aaron started.

"We'll give 'em hell!" Andy finished.

"Andy!" Paige scolded.

They cheered loudly, but it was only them cheering.

They were trying to murder my poor souls. My poor souls who could do nothing to defend themselves. They couldn't even scream for them to stop.

"HEY!" Ian barked so loudly I flinched. Everyone instantly looked at him. But when they looked at me they froze. I didn't want to look at them, so I looked at Ian.

He looked so gravely apologetic. But for what? He wiped something from my cheek and showed it to me--clearly answering my thoughts.

Oh. Those traitor tears were so vivid on my face.

I quickly wiped them off and all of a sudden everyone was surrounding me--patting my back, my hair, and crying out that they were sorry. But they didn't do anything wrong! Even Brandt, Aaron, and Andy were apologizing.

"I'm so sorry, Wanda! You know, we didn't mean that! You know that, right!" Aaron quickly said.

"Yeah, we never meant to kill or anything, alright? We're really, really sorry! We were just talking about future plans and all-" Brandt mumbled awkwardly.

So they did mean to hurt my fellow souls?

"No one's going to be doing any killing," Ian said sternly.

I just noticed I was lucky that not so much people were in the room. If Mel had heard that, she would've kicked their faces. And if Jeb had heard that, he would've cocked the gun. And Jared…Jared…? I didn't want to linger on him. I wanted to think about something else.

Ian's hand suddenly moved from my waist to my right hand. His eyes had a touch of sadness in them.

"Let's go to the kitchen. I'll bet you're hungry." was all he said.

He didn't even wait for a reply before he pulled me along. Ian knew I was thinking about Jared. I didn't like making him sad. It ate away at me every time I saw that sadness in his eyes. If it meant never seeing Jared again, I would gladly take that than to be forced to witness this.

Why couldn't I just get over him!?