Warning: This chapter will not be the best. Trust me. I may seem good at first, but it will get bad.

By the way, sorry this has taken soooo long to update (Don't hate me) but the reason is school. Why is it at the end of the year they give us twice as much homework and three times as much tests and projects. I'm terrified to know what ninth grade is like.

Lets go!

Chapter 4

The mall brought back more memories. None of the memories were as special as they were with Emily, but at least I was starting to remember my past.

All of the memories were just people, walking around and shopping. Every once in a while, someone would stop and say 'hello' or 'how you doing' to me. Emily would always be with me, holding my hand or walking by herself.

Sam, Emily, and I were staying in the mall. The people were forgotten by Emily and me at least, Sam was upset about how we let them go without even attacking once.

It's been at least a week or two since we first talked. There was nothing else to do but lie around and eat. Sam never talked about anything. He still hasn't told us about what we are, what he is, and what happened to us. I think I may die never knowing.

My name was still a challenged. Emily would call me Daddy, while Sam would call me Hunter. I couldn't remember the name I was given if I was threatened to be killed.

Emily and I were having our fun while Sam was off looking for a new shirt. We found empty cups that you would put liquid in and boxes where you would have fries in. Emily had taken the fingers off a few Common's and put them in the box. I poured some blood from those Common's into the cups. It may have given me a disgusting feeling, but it did make me feel a little more human. Just a little.

Emily was close to smiling (she never smiles, but I wish she would), as she ate some of her dinner and told me about what she remembered. Emily remembered very little.

"I remember talking to you one day. I was lying in a bed and you read me a story. I also remember the pain I felt when I became this." Even though her body was that of a teenager, her voice was still of a child's. Emily looked down at herself, and burst into tears. She cried often. She cried when she was cold, lonely, or realized that she had no idea who she was before the end of the world.

I couldn't confront her. She wouldn't stop her crying, and believe me, I tried. Normally, I would end up scratched up. Sam just said to let her cry, she'll get better later.

While my daughter cried, I looked at the walls of the mall. There was paper hung on the wall, each one said something different.

'New Summer Jackets!'

'Sale!'

'Buy yours today!'

'Re-Opening in September! Hope You Come By!'

September? What was that? I remember it had something to do with time. This was one problem with being what I am. Not having an idea what anything was. I remembered what summer was, but September was impossible to remember.

I stopped at a poster for a movie that was going to come out in October, (What was that?). The poster had a man holding a metal stick (Sam told us those were guns), and creatures moving slowly out of the fog behind him. I didn't pay attention to the picture. I paid attention to the names they had in small print at the very bottom. One name stuck out from all the rest.

"Erick? Erick Topper?" That name stuck out from all the rest. I couldn't put my finger on it. Suddenly, a wave of memories hit me.

"Erick!" A voice yelled at man with a brown hoodie and glasses. "Have you finished the next scene?"

"I sent it to Kathy this morning. She said she'll print as soon as possible. Sorry for being late, Darrel." Erick said looking down at his feet.

Darrel was a big man who was at least fifty. He had a graying comb over and bright blue eyes. He was generally a nice person, but could get mean when necessary. When it came to Erick, he was always mean.

"As long as the script is good, I don't care." Darrel said pointing at a fat finger at Erick. "Remember, we need this movie done!"

Darrel spit in the trashcan Erick kept close to the door. "If you wanna keep food on the table for that kid of yours, you better get things done on time."

"Erick Topper?" I said to myself again. Then, it clicked. The man in the memory was me. Darrel. He was my boss. I couldn't remember my job but I knew it had something to do with movies.

"Erick?" I said once more. I could feel myself grin, my eyes never leaving the poster. "Sam!" I yelled loudly. I was so excited I thought I was going to run around the entire mall.

I turned my head when I heard something wrap around a something on the floor above me. Sam jumped off the top floor, and stopped at mine, hanging by his tongue. With a quick swing, he landed on the floor, his tongue back in his mouth.

"What's up?" He asked, obviously holding in a laugh when he saw me about to burst from excitement.

"I remembered!" I said happily. Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Remembered what?" He asked.

I didn't answer him. I listened for crying, but heard nothing. Emily was feeling better, but it still wouldn't be safe to check on her. I faced Sam again and laughed softly.

"You can call me Erick Topper, Sam."

Yeah, can you see why I don't like this chapter. I feel as if I will get some questions about this like, where does he live if he writes movie scripts? He lives in Savannah GA. Why is he there if he writes movies? You'll find out, because there is a reason, not important. Where does Sam live (You might not ask, but it is pretty important, sorta) Savannah GA. This takes place in Savannah. Got it? Good. And don't tell me that I shouldn't have given away the place because now I just ruin the whole story (there are people like that) because I will not mention them in here. Just a heads up. BYE! Gotta get to work on the next chapter for this story and the story with my brother.