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Disclaimer; I do not own Hills Have Eyes. I do, however, own Cameron Grey3.

My Family.

I had a feeling that we were being watched. We had taken an hour; cleaned up Brenda and Doug, who were both all cut up and dead tired, let them rest, then we started towards the gas station. Bobby and Doug were in front with Beast. Brenda was behind them with Catherine, and I was lagging a bit behind, with the supplies I had gathered. I couldn't shake that feeling of unsafe. I ran up to where Doug was handing Beast to Bobby so he could take Catherine from Brenda.

"Here Cam, I'll take the blanket and stuff from you. I need to be holding SOMETHING." Brenda said, taking the blanket I had filled. After handing it over, I continued to catch up to Bobby. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulled me close, and kissed my temple. We walked with his face in my hair for a distance.

"Bobby." I whispered, not wanting to chance the others hearing. "Do you feel it?"

"Feel what?" He pulled back, looking extremely worried.

"That feeling... Like something's watching us.. Like we're not alone..." Bobby stopped and pulled me close. Sanctuary.

"Cameron, you're okay. It's expected to be paranoid after everything, but you're okay. They're gone. No ones watching us." I laughed.

"You're probably right." We began walking again. I sighed, I had only agreed to make Bobby happy. I KNEW there was something out there. Three uneventful (Thankfully) hours later, we could see the gas station. I felt a collective sigh go through the group, and the morale was lightened.

"Just fifteen more minutes." Doug guessed. He was more or less right. Fifteen or so minutes later we reached the gas station. It wasn't exactly a pleasant sight. The outhouse door was open and inside was a body with the head blown off. I assumed it was the gas station attendant. The car in the middle of the yard had its drivers door thrown open. The windshield was bloody and cracked. It hadn't been that way yesterday. The uneasy feeling of being watched grew. If there was anything left out there, SURELY the gas station would be the first place they'd come looking for us. But we needed the protection, the food, and the water.

The front door was unlocked. "Wait here." Bobby instructed as he pulled out his gun and went inside to inspect the place. I could have sworn I heard shuffling behind where Doug, Catherine, Brenda, Beast and I were standing. I jerked around and could have sworn I saw a flash of red by the outhouse. I KNEW I FELT SOMETHING! I told Brenda and Doug to stay put and started walking towards the outhouse.

"Cameron." I turned around and Bobby was glaring daggers at me. If looks could kill... "Where do you think you're going? Did you not here me say 'STAY HERE'?"

"There's something back there, Bobby!" I glared back as I pointed to the outhouse. He glanced in that direction, glanced at me again, then walked in front of me, grabbing my hand and pulling me behind him.

"Cammie, there's nothing out here, but I really don't want you wondering away from the group. You might get lost or get hurt somehow. Please, just stay with us."

"Okay, Bobby. I'm sorry. Dang, don't have a hernia. I love you."

We started to round the outhouse and Bobby let out a yell and pushed me back the way we had came. he pointed his gun at something. "Who the hell are you?" He yelled.

Doug was by our side in a second, pushing me back to the store. "Inside." He grunted. I obeyed, dragging Brenda and Catherine along with me. We went around trying to find food for Catherine, confident that Bobby and Doug would take care of whatever was outside. We were drinking waters and feeding Catherine Mandarin oranges when we heard the door open.

"Girls?" Doug sounded nervous at the fact he couldn't see us.

"We're back here." Brenda replied. They walked back to where we were sitting by the freezers. Doug reached down and picked up Catherine. then he pulled up Brenda, took the oranges can and continued feeding his child. Bobby pulled me to my feet and into his chest. "I'm sorry I didn't believe you." He whispered into my ear, so that only I could hear.

"Guys, are you gonna tell us what happened or not?" I complained.

"Brenda, do you remember the girl who sa-"

"Sacrificed her life and saved us?" Doug nodded. "Of course."

"How we thought she died? She didn't. She followed us here to make sure we got here okay. Didn't get turned around somehow."

"Well where is she?"

"Waiting outside. We wanted to explain before we brought her in."

"Well bring her in now, cause I wanna hear what happened." I told Doug. He got her and was back in less than a minute. We ventured deeper into the station and found a bed and several chairs. Doug, with Catherine, and a girl in a red sweatshirt sat in the chairs.

"Hey Bobby, I found your sweatshirt." I smiled at the girl. "I told you I didn't want the smelly thing." Brenda sat on the edge of the bed, I sat beside her, and Bobby, of course, beside me. "Tell us your story, dear." I urged her. So she did.

Everything. How her mom had died from sickness, her brother murdered, leaving her, her brother, who died from being mistaken as one of "them", and her sister, who died from the same sickness their mom had. How "Big Mama" had taken her in. How she was always trying to help the victims, but only succeeded twice before. How she had been with us from the very beginning, but had been too afraid to show herself to us. Her name was Ruby. She thought she was around fifteen years old, and she had had such a horrible life. I felt nothing but sadness for her. I reached out for her. She flinched away at first, but then just seemed to give in to my hug.

"Thank you." I whispered. "For saving my family." I pulled back and she was smiling. Brenda spoke up, saying the words I had been thinking.

"Come back with us! You can live with us, and have a normal life."

"But - I'm a..." she paused, looking embarrassed. "Mutant. Look at my face! Look at my hands!"

"Mutant?" I laughed. "Have you ever looked at yourself? I think you're beautiful. You've got beautiful eyes, a beautiful shaped face, and an amazing smile. And the real world accepts people who are ... different." I exclaimed. She just sat there for a few seconds, with everyone staring at her. Then she smiled.

"I've never been called beautiful before. It's always been Girl, or B*tch. Mutant. Freak... Well, okay. I'll come." Doug interrupted our lifetime family movie moment.

"Did you guys see any diapers up there? I think Cath needs a change."

"Cath?" Brenda, Bobby and I exclaimed at the same time. Everyone knew he HATED the name 'Cath'. Doug got a far off look in his eyes.

"Lyn always wanted her to be called Cath, and I always said no. She loved the name Cath." I understood.

"Diapers are on teh second row. Wipes are right beside them."

I ate some chips and drank some water for supper. Hours passed with us talking with Ruby, sometimes about her life in the desert, sometimes about what it was like outside of the desert. Eventually everyone decided a good nights sleep was exactly what they needed before tomorrow's attempt to get out of here. Ruby showed where Nate, the gas station attendant, kept three roll away cot beds, for when she, her brother and her sister would hide out here years ago. Doug took one for him and Cath, as we all called her now, into the front part of the store. Brenda and Ruby took their beds into the middle room with the desk. Bobby and I shared the bed. Thankfully, Nate lived at the gas station, so there was an actual bathroom. Shower, sink and the store had hygiene products.

The shower felt amazing. I felt like I was washing the last twenty-four hours away. I was the last to shower, so by the time I got out, Everyone had gone to their own rooms. Bobby was sitting up in the bed, head laid back against the wall. I crawled in beside him and leaned my head beside his. "Bobby."

"Cammie."

"It's over..."

"It's not over yet. We've still got to get out of this damn desert. And what are we going to tell people? If we tell them the truth, they'll never believe us. Call us crazy. Lock us up in an insane asylum. Or, worse, think that WE killed my parents and Lynn..."

I looked at him. My beautiful boyfriend. But he was more than that. He was my best friend. And he was hurting. He was acting strong, as if the loss of his family wasn't much more than when you lose a goldfish. But I knew that this strength wouldn't last. Sooner or later, and hopefully sooner rather than later, he was going to break. The longer he went on acting like this wasn't affecting him, the worse the break would be.

"Bobby. I know you're not okay. And you need to just... freak out. You need to scream and yell and cry and cuss and hit something."

He looked over at me and smiled that adorable smile. "Not quite yet. I don't know that it's hit me yet. I know they're gone. And I know that they're not coming back. But, for some reason. I just, can't cry. Not anymore. I can't scream, or yell, or cuss, or hit something. Not towards you or around you. Or any of you guys. This isn't any of your faults. It's theirs. And someday, there will be Hell for them to pay. Someday, they WILL regret this."

I slid my head onto his chest and just laid there, listening to his beating heart.

"Someday, I will avenge my family."

Ahhh! So, it has been AGES since I've updated! And I've gotten MANY reviews asking me to update and I just honestly, haven't had time. Started college, best friend moved away, boyfriend, parents divorce, boyfriend break up, and now i'm back in classes... life has been BUSY BUSY BUSY! BUT, this is the END of this story! There WILL be a sequel, focusing on Bobby and Cameron, as well as Ruby's introduction to the "real world"! And i PROMISE to update that one more frequently! and i will hopefully have the first chapter of that up within the next week!

Go hawks!