So, kinda a short chapter, but it's a pretty eventful one... xxx.

I guess that's what I get for assuming.

I opened my eyes as the assumed Big Bob laid me on the bed.

It was definately NOT Big Bob. Who- or what- ever it was, had a half formed face. Half of it was mainly normal. The other half ... looked like it had been carved off with a knife. (A/N: THINK VINCENT IN HOUSE OF WAX.) I started to scream. "BOBBY!"

He put a finger to my lips and shook his head. I felt Brenda squirming, and looked over to see another... mutant, for lack of better word, grinding on top of her. I knew it was no good to struggle, but I couldn't understand. Where is everyone?

I heard the creature on Brenda shout "NOOOWWW!". I heard horrible screams of agony. I heard Ethyle get up screaming "BOB!". I heard Lynn screaming "DAD!". I heard Doug shout "Cammie, Brenda, Watch the baby!". I heard someone come in the trailer and shut the door. I heard screaming and crying. Know what I didn't hear?

Salvation. Safety. Help.

I felt my clothes being tugged on. I felt my body be violated. I was, up until then, a virgin. I lost my virginity to a rapist mutant. I don't remember much more besides pain. I do remember watching Ethyle fly backwards as she was shot. I remember Lynn falling to the floor after a third mutant shot her in the head while she was stabbing a screwdriver into his leg. I felt myself being ripped off the bed. The mutant that shot Lynn grabbed Brenda. The other one, that had been grinding on Brenda, grabbed Catherine.

They all three leapt out of the trailer. The one with the gun attempted to shoot Brenda, but it was out of bullets. "I'll come back for you, ya hear?" he promised. The one with catherine was already running away, and the one holding me threw me aorund until he was holding me bridal style.

"Cammie!"

"BOBBBY! BOBBY PLEASE!"

The mutants began running away. The one carrying me was running slowly, thanks to the extra 105 pounds. "CAMMIE!" I heard gunshots, and I felt myself thrown to the ground.

"CAMMIE."

"Bobby! Bobby. Bobby. Oh, Bobby." I felt myself dragged up and into someones chest, and I could tell, by the touch, the smell, the feel, that it was Bobby. I broke down in his arms. "Bobby, Bobby, Bobby. I'm so sorry, Bobby. I'm sorry."

"Shhh. It's not your fault, CamBam. It's not your fault." He reassured me.

I couldn't understand how he didn't understand. I had slept through the first mutant going over to Brenda. I had slept through the second mutant picking me up and moving me to the bed. I had just slept. I was too lazy to wake up and sound the alarm. I could have saved someone. At least Ethyle. But NO, I was too 'Tired.' It was my fault. It was my fault.

I pulled away from him, unable to look him in the eyes. "We shouldn't leave the others." I mumbled. He seems to realize, what just went down, and began to follow me. Then we heard something behind us. The mutant he had shot scrambled up to his feet and tried to make a run at us. Bobby put his arms around me and held up the gun. I could tell he was aiming for the heart, but I pushed his arms up slightly, so he was aiming for the head. I didn't want this one to leave him alive. *BAM*

Blood. Everywhere. I hadn't realized how close he had been when Bobby shot him, but I had his blood all over me. I stood in shock at the fact I had just watch a ...guy, and I use the term loosely... get his head blown off three feet in front of me. Bobby grabbed my hand and pulled me back into his embrace. "I never should have left you." He whispered.

I wondered if he had seen the inside of the trailer yet. I grabbed him by the waist and we walked back to the trailer. As soon as we stepped in, I saw Brenda on the couch, hugging a pillow. I immediately broke away from Bobby to go to her. She threw the pillow down and grabbed on to me for dear life. "I'm so sorry." I kept whisper/sobbing over and over again.

Bobby was still in the doorway, staring at the scene before him, and Doug was on his knees, crying into Lynns lifeless chest. Bobby finally seems to come to grasp with things, and broke down. Doug stood up, and went to Ethyle. I was still holding a rocking Brenda. Doug and Ethyle were having a conversation. I could tell from her voice that she wasn't doing good. Bobby had taken a blanket and gently laid it over Lynns body. He was acting so strong. I knew it would only be a matter of time before he broke.

I was right. After his mother passed, that was it. He stood up, cocking his gun. He turned and kissed Brenda on the top of the head and me on the lips. "I'm not gonna take this sh*t." He said as he walked to the door.

My heart stopped, knowing that if he walked out the door, this would likely be the last time I'd ever see him. Thankfully, Doug jumped up. "Hey! You're not going anywhere! Do you wanna die too?"

"I DON'T F*CKING CARE!" Bobby screamed. My heart that had stopped now broke into a million pieces.

"You wanna die, huh?" Doug threw Bobby up against the wall. "Look what they did to your mother! Look what they did to your sister! To Brenda! And Cameron! HUH? You stop and think! You're not a f*cking child anymore! You won't make it three feet out there! We need a plan - We need to think." He let Bobby go. "We need- we need to think."

"Think about what, Doug? They have Catherine, They have your daughter and you're just gonna sit here and do nothing?" I hated seeing Bobby in hysterics like this. My strong Bobby. "That's cause you're a f*cking pussy, just like my dad said!" he poked Doug when he said this. I couldn't tell if he really meant it or if he was just trying to get Doug to man up by provoking him. If it was the second one, I could tell it was working. He threw Bobby against the wall again.

"SHUT THE F*CK UP! SHUT UP! SHUT YOUR MOUTH!:

"F*ck You." Bobby whispered.

I couldn't take it anymore. I jumped up from the couch where I was still holding Brenda and got in between the two guys. "GUYS!" I was sobbing. I turned to Doug. "Please. Stop. Please just stop." He looked ashamed and pulled me into his chest. "I'm sorry, seesa."

I pulled away and turned to Bobby. "Please?" He too looked ashamed. "Of course." He also pulled me in tight. His death grip around my was was oddly comforting. I rested my still crying head on his chest and wrapped myself around him as much as I could. "I'm sorry Cameron. I love you."

This only made me cry harder. I didn't deserve that from him. Bobby raised his head to look at Doug. "Doug, man, i'm-"

"No, me too." Doug cut him off. They hugged around me, then:

"Goggle? Goggle?" came from outside.

Like I said, short but eventful. possibly another one tonight. Pretty tired. not sure If i'll be able to get one more posted or not.
xxx.