The little boy whose name is Brian and his father Jack Martin are in the counter being fed by Percy while I'm cuddled in one corner with a blanket around me. I wrapped my arms around my legs and stared at my wound. I didn't realize that Michael joined me until he sat on the long seats across me with a sigh.

You're reading my mind now, aren't you? I heard his thought, looking straight at me with a serious look.

I nodded in guilt.

That wasn't a very smart thing you did earlier and I'm sure you know that.

I nodded again.

But at the same time, it was heroic. Saving somebody else's life you don't even know. Why risk your life for them?"

His question made me smile and I snuffled and leaned my chin on my knees. "My dad and Jeep would've done the same thing though I'm not related to them. And you also, you save people you don't even know. You disobeyed god's orders to save sinners. You should know the answer to your own question"

For the second time, he smiled, looking at me with a weird look.

"You are really strange from other humans" this time, he spoke.

I raised an eyebrow, with a crooked smile. "Coming from an angel, is that a bad thing?"

"Being different isn't a bad thing, remember that"

"Yeah, I know that. It's just hard being different and people think of me as a freak"

"Think of it as a gift from God. Just rest for now, we'll be leaving tomorrow"

I nodded, yawning, and slid on the long red seat to lie down. Just as Michael left, Jeep accompanied me and gave me his sweet smile. I placed my head on his lap, feeling more comfortable.

"Hi" I muttered, my eyelids getting heavier by the minute.

But not drowsy enough to miss his smile.

He gently strokes my hair back and forth that gave me a tingling sensation on my scalp, making me drowsier. He usually does that to me to make me fall asleep when I can't.

"You were so heroic today" he whispered.

I just smiled, closing my eyes and listening to what he's saying.

"I couldn't be like you, Rebecca. When I saw those monsters running after you, I chickened out. I accidentally let go of my gun and just watched you scream. If it wasn't for Kyle, you would've been dead. I am so pathetic"

My body is too weak to react and I just listened more, hearing him sobbing like a little kid. And his weight above me, hugging me tight.

The next morning, I woke up with the sound of metal from a distant. Jeep fell asleep beside me with my head on his lap. Slowly, I rose, trying not to wake him up. I massaged my head, still feeling a bit dizzy and realized that everyone else is still asleep. I looked through a small portion of the barricaded windows and saw that the garage is open. I got up and went outside to see what's in there; more importantly, who's in there. The metal sound was coming from inside, from Michael to be specific. He's gathering up some dangerous tools such as a saw, an axe, or anything that could kill. He is going out with it when he saw me standing by the entrance.

"Good morning" he said and passed by me and I followed.

He loaded the tools inside our trailer van and went out again to get some more stuff from the garage.

"Why are you loading those things on the trailer? Aren't we going to use Kyle's van?" I asked, watch him carry more stuff.

"His van can only accommodate five to six people, we're twelve" he said.

He went towards the police car he used yesterday and took the remaining guns and I helped by carrying the bullets.

"You don't think that it's over yet?" I asked again, putting the bullets on the trailer van's couch."I mean, Judgment day was yesterday and we're still alive"

Michael sat for awhile, looking at me with a serious look. "I'm sure it's not yet over, I can feel his presence"

"Who?"

"Gabriel"

We both went back to the diner and Michael starts waking everyone up and telling them to go get ready for our journey. Charlie, the Anderson, and the martin all stayed in the trailer van while we stayed at Kyle's van. Jeep makes sure that the trailer van is safely attacked at the bumper of the van and went in as soon as he's done.

"Where we heading?" Kyle asked Michael, looking at the rearview mirror.

Michael is at the back seat with me.

"Where you came from" Michael answered.

"What, in Vegas?" Kyle asked surprised.

"Yes, we'll be much safer there"

"How will it be safer when there are no more people left alive there?"

"That's why we're safe. It'll only be us there"

Kyle started the van, muttering complaining words about Michael going crazy or something.

"Hey Rebecca" dad called out from the front row.

"Yes?" I asked, while I tie my hair up.

"Don't do anything reckless or you'll be in big trouble"

He didn't look at me, but I can sense that he's just worried about me. The drive would be quite long and what else can I do but to bombard Michael with questions. It's not every day that you bump into an angel.

"Why'd you cut your wings?" I asked eagerly, watching his serious face.

"Do you think that people would take me seriously if they saw my wings?" he asked me.

Oh, right.

"I would" I answered with pride.

"Not all humans are like you, Rebecca"

The first time he ever mentioned my name and I felt Goosebumps all over me. I shake my head a little and think for new questions.

"Do you miss it there, in heaven?"

Michel sighed, meaning that he's getting tired answering my petty questions.

"Yes, I do"

"Of course you do. I'm guessing that heaven is peaceful, everything is free, and you're friends with everyone. Unlike here, it's the complete opposite"

"And like I said, you're a strange girl"