Okay, the mention of the CA thing is actually a part of WWZ.
The camp broke up shortly after Jake's death. People just couldn't stay. I couldn't stay, that was for sure. And all those who had had a part in it...no one could really talk to them. It's been two months and I still haven't said a word to Phil. Right now, the three of us are trying to head southwest. There was a rumor that a large group was going to try to defend a college campus in California...hopefully they've been successful.
Phil finally got a fire started as we ate. "Bella..." he began, sounding unsure. "We only meant to have Jacob leave. He asked us to...well...fire. He didn't want to turn into one of them. He said he'd rather be put out of his misery then than become a zombie and possibly hurt you."
I could feel the tears going down my face again. I don't think I've ever really stopped crying since it happened. I don't know if I ever will.
"Sweetie..." my mom began, but then froze. All of us did as we heard it. It was loud, and there were a lot of them.
"I want you girls to run away. Bella, take this." Phil said, handing me his gun. He picked up a few hand weapons. "Go. Now." He ran towards the noise.
I grabbed my mom before she could follow. "Mom, Phil knows what he's doing. Just like how Jake knew. He's protecting those he loves." I started pulling her behind me.
"I just wish I could tell him I loved him one more time." she whispered as we began to run.
"I know, Mom. I wish I had told him I understand."
We ran for a long time, only stopping when the only thing we could hear was our labored breathing and our hearts pounding. And when we did stop, we cried.