Hello! I'm back! The reason I took so long is because no one reviewed the last 3 chapters so... I don't really know if I should continue. If anybody's actually reading this can you please review so I know someone's enjoying it? Thank you.

Frank climbed back onto the S.W.A.T. boat and said. "You stick close to me now, ya hear? There's some crazy ass people out here."

"Got it." I said. "Hey, where are we going anyway?"

"Someplace safe." He replied. "Hopefully..."

I followed them for about an hour or so, I guess I lost my watch in the struggle with Bradley, or what used to be Bradley. Anyways, we came upon an island, I heard Frank yell, "We're docking here!" We made it to the small, wooden docks and tied our boats off. I got off and Frank told me to follow him. We walked inland about a mile and came across a large complex. It looked like it was used for storage. Frank told us to wait as he walked down to one of the small containers. He banged his fist against the metal and said, "It's Frankie!" The shutter opened and Frank waved us all over. Inside was a desk and a small gun rack. The man who was talking to Frank motioned to one of the guards. The guard told the other officers to come in and had us wait outside. After about five minutes the shutter opened about halfway and someone held out a chair. "For the lady." He said. "Thank you." I replied "Hey, it's J.D. right?" he nodded and closed the door.

I put the chair down and had Shannon sit down, then I knelt against the wall and put my hand on Shannon's shoulder, trying to look like I wasn't listening in... of course I was. I couldn't make out everything that was said, but I got the gist of it. Frank and his pals were arguing about whether or not they should be bringing others to the "Stronghold." They thought it was a good idea, safety in numbers, you know? The guy who seemed to be in charge kept bringing up trust as an issue. "How do you know we can trust these people?"

Frank and his friends seemed to be defending us. Eventually the shutter opened again and the guard said, "You can come in now." I helped Shannon up and brought the chair back inside with me. The guy in charge stood up and held out his hand. I took it and he introduced himself. "Name's Griffon, Joel Griffon."

"Vincent Bealey, and this is my wife Shannon."

"Hi." She said. He nodded at her and said, "Well, it seems Frank and his friends here have convinced me to give you a chance. If you can contribute to the group, you can stay."

"Thank you, you won't regret it."

"Plus," he said, looking at my clothes, presumably the blood and bits of flesh splattered across them, "I could use a man who can... bust a few heads together when needed."

I just stood there, silent, remembering everyone I killed or hurt today.

"It'll be a lot safer for you too." He said, turning to Shannon. "We have a doctor who can help you deliver your baby."

"Really?" She said, smiling.

"Yes, we could show you to her during the tour."

"That'd be great." I said, suddenly filled with hope.

"All right then, this way." He said, ushering us out of the storage unit. We walked out and pointed to his left. "That's the armory over there. There's not much but we've been stockpiling all the weapons we can find. Your knives and guns were taken there. You can retrieve them later if you want." The armory was the second largest unit other than the control center. Which was the unit we were first taken to. "The mess hall's over there. We only get two meals daily, we didn't really have a lot of time to prepare, ya know? Breakfast is at 9am and Dinner's at six. That little one over there is the infirmary, no one's in at the moment. It's only about a seven minute hike to get to the living quarters. Follow me."

I took Shannon's hand and we hiked up the dirt trail leading up a hill to a separate compound I could only assume was the living quarters. We got to the top of the hill and there was a row of about twenty medium-sized containers, ten of which had a name painted on the shutter. We stopped at the fifth one. The name was "Rosado" Joel knocked and said, "Doc, we got some new members that want to meet you."

"One moment!" A female voice called from inside. A few seconds passed before we heard a latch unlock and the shutter was lifted open. A petite Hispanic woman who appeared to be in her early thirties was behind it. "Good evening, Emily." Joel said.

"Joel," She replied, "Who's this?"

"This is Vincent and his wife, Shannon."

"Hi" I said. "Nice to meet you." said Shannon.

"Hello!" she said cheerily. "So, you're here to stay?"

"God, we hope so." I said. She smiled and turned to Shannon. "And who's our little friend there?" She asked, looking at her belly.

"Oh... Um, we haven't decided on a name yet."

"How many months."

"Four next week."

She nodded and I then asked her, "So, what type of doctor are you?"

"General practice."

"Have you delivered any babies before?"

"Yes, four."

I turned to Shannon, she smiled and I wrapped my arm around her. She sighed and said, "I think I'm gonna like it here."