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THOMAS' POINT OF VIEW

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JJ's screamed pierced through the house.

My thoughts swirled, my vision fogged and my body motionless. I recovered instantly, but still wasn't able to concentrate on what was going on. I don't really remember what happened, it was all so fast.

I sprinted down the stairs, a hand on each side of the wall, keeping my dizzy self balanced as I nearly tripped over my feet every step.

I knew Sam & Dean were following, but I couldn't hear their footsteps. All I could hear was my heart beat, so loud I was pressured to cover my ears.

I should of stopped her from going down there. I should of know better. I should of at least….I don't know. But boy, did I mess up.

The rickety stairs creaked as I took them four at a time, landing on the ground in four leaps. A thousands thoughts crashed through me.

I swung open the door to the basement.

It was dark. I couldn't see anything.

Sam's large arms briskly pushed me out of the way, shoving my thoughts elsewhere. I shook my head, my hair softly brushing the side of my cheeks, bringing my self back into reality. "Where is she?" He asked sharply, voice filled with panic, yet still calm, not looking at me but instead walking into the empty darkness.

I quickly ran my fingers around the wall until I felt the light switch and frantically flipped it up.

The room ignited, and once again worry coated my thoughts when I didn't see anything. The pressure inside of my head was unbearable.

Dean's thumps on the stairs were loud and clear, and he bolted into the basement, face coated with sweat. Glancing around, he quickly got the message she wasn't in here.

Another sharp scream from JJ traveled throughout the room and without hesitation or any time for thoughts to rush through my brain I sprinted towards the noise.

Opening the door into the hallway, I stopped dead in my tracks, unsure what to do. West had JJ's body pinned to the ground, one hand holding a knife.

"West, stop!" She cried, desperately trying to escape.

I started to dive for West, hoping I'd be able to safely knock him to the floor and get him pinned, giving JJ enough time to escape. I landed hard on him, and quickly gasped for air as it slightly took the air out of my lungs for a second.

West grunted at the impact, but recovered quicker then any normal human would and punched me, hard. The blow made my vison blacken, and I felt blind until it faded to a foggy glow.

My head spun but I forced myself back off the ground, the cold wood grasping at my fingers as I pushed up. Peering through my shaded eyes I could see JJ had scrambled out from under West during my distraction. At least part of my plan had worked.

I couldn't grasp my thoughts as I focused on West. He turned from JJ to me, tightening his grip on the knife.

I dodged his first attack by a hair, literally. I heard the knife plumish into the floor, and when I tried to move my head realized my hair was pinned down, probably by the knife.

West groaned, quickly picking up the knife, and then slammed his arm back down towards me. I knew I couldn't move in time or dodge his easy aim. Squinting my eyes, I prepared for the impact of the knife cutting into my neck.

I waited for it, imagining my life flashing before my eyes as I felt the sharp stab.

But nothing came.

Even though it had been a second, maybe two at tops, I knew something was wrong. Or in my case, perfectly right. For some reason West hadn't decided to stab me.

I pinched one eye open. Then I opened both freely, seeing West was gone.

My mouth felt forced open as I tried to get a finger around what had just happened.

I heard Sam and Dean crash into the room, nearly tripping over each other's legs, and I turned to stare at them.

They looked just as confused as I was. Sam started to move his lips, probably to say something, but stopped, unaware what to say as he pondered the scene.

I quickly turned from the boys and to my real focus. JJ.

I pushed up on my elbows, turning my aching head to the side.

She stood against the wall, pale skinned, her breaths fast.

"Where'd he go?" She whispered, her eyes wide.

I blinked. West literally disappeared in front of our eyes. In fact, as I glared back down, I saw a flicker of light hit and realized the knife had landed inches from my face.

Groaning, I saw Sam and Dean rush into the room. Dean just about leaped over me and knelt down by JJ. "Are you okay?" He asked, his voice coated with worry.

Dean sure seemed to have that Father-type-thing with Jay. I mean, he kind of was…..

JJ nodded, blinking fast. "Where did West go?"

"Did he attack you?" Sam asked.

She bit her lower lip. "He had the virus. Already had the virus. Not like my mom had been, I mean, she had it, but, I mean-"

Stumbling over her words, JJ took a silent gasp for air. "Hey, hey," Dean soothed. "Take it easy."

She looked down towards me. "Are you okay?!"

"I'm fine," I said, trying to sound as normal as possible. All I could hear was the static in my mind and all I could feel was the numbness in my cheek where West had punched me, but I was okay, I guess. I needed to be for JJ at least.

JJ blinked again, and her misted eyes cleared up leaving her green eyes shining, with a small glisten of tears. I actually wanted to cry, and her, a 16 year old girl who had just been attacked by her friend was pretty calm. Dang.

"Um," she said slowly, thinking. "It was different. I mean, it was the same." She burrowed her eyebrows.

Dean patiently listened to JJ. "He attacked me like my mom had, but I caught him in mid-attack mode or whatever."

Dean nodded. "Okay." Pursing his lips, he turned to me. "How did he get down here?"

"Probably the elevator," I suggested.

Dean sucked in his cheeks. He looked at Sam. "Fake you has an elevator."

Sam smirked. "Sounds like it."

"JJ, did he bleed on you?" I asked her. We all stood upstairs around the dining room table, none of us taking the move to actually sit down.

She shook her head. "No, he didn't have enough time," she said, smiling a little bit, her eyes soft. "Thanks, for...jumping in there. All that ninja stuff you did back there."

I chuckled, then raised my hand to my surely bruising face. "Yeah, I sure did a good job getting punched in the face."

She looked at me with worry on her features, but her lips still with a slight smile.

Dean's voice cut off my thoughts. "Okay. How are we gonna kill this-"

"Wait what?" I interrupted. "What is there to kill? The viru?."

The boys looked at each other. "Did we forget to mention this?" Sam asked. Dean shrugged.

Sighing, Sam looked at JJ and I. "The virus was caused by the demon Croatoan."

I squinted. "Did I miss that in the show?" JJ asked. "Then again, I haven't watched either of the episodes for a pretty long time."

"Maybe it wasn't in the show, or maybe they didn't make a big deal about it," Sam said. "They can't film every second of our lives." His eyes widened for a moment. "At least, I hope they don't."

JJ snorted. "Yeah, we've seen some of your proudest moments."

Sam pursed his lips.

"Seriously." Dean said, his deep tone annoyed. "We need to kill this thing."

"How are we going to find it?"

Sam stood dumbfounded.

After a moment, the awkward silence claimed Dean and he threw his hands in the ear. "That's it. I'm giving in."

Sam raised an eyebrow.

"I'm just gonna go watch the stupid news."

JJ twisted her cheeks. "That's actually a good idea."

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JJ'S POINT OF VIEW

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I was kind of uncomorftable about how quickly I had gotten over West's attack. It worried me. I mean, it wasn't the most obscure thing that had happened to me today, but I still couldn't blame myself.

"You go first," Thomas said before he walked into the longue.

I furrowed my brows. "Thomas, I'm fine." My voice was a little bit sterner then it needed to be, and I chewed on my tongue after I'd said the harsh words.

"I just don't want anything to happen to you," Thomas said, confused.

"I think I can walk into a room safely."

Thomas shrugged, his eyes coated with that look he used to carry. Insecurity, nervousness. Guilt flowed through me, and I apologized. "Sorry Tom. This whole thing is throwing everything off today, I can't think straight."

He nodded, still staring at his shoes. "None of us can."

I thought for a moment, then walked into the room.

As I turned the corner, I saw Sam bending over, peeling the plush cushions off of the couch.

"Where's the remote?" He asked me, pulling the couch apart piece by piece.

I couldn't help myself, and a small laugh escaped me. "It doesn't matter. You don't NEED the remote."

"I don't get it."

I smiled and walked over next to him, looking up at the tall man. Just like my dad, I thought. Never able to figure out electronics.

Strongly, I stated to the TV, "Open Channel 47." I had the cable news channel memorized, considering my mom watched it so much when we had cable. Now we only have the local news, which I wasn't even sure Thomas had. It was probably lost in the numbers of the 4,000 channels.

"Yes, Justice Ackles." The television replied. Instantly the screen lit up and on popped a commercial about butter.

Sam stared at the TV, not sure how to react with what he just saw. "These were invented in, like, 2015," I said, smirking. "You literally don't have this where you're from?"

"It's November 6th, 2014, where I'm from." Sam stuck his large hands into his pockets, shaking his head. "This is all hurting my brain. Time travel is tough." He turned back to me. "Tell me they haven't invented that yet."

"Not yet," I said. "But they're working on it."

"Hey," Dean said. We both turned. His arm was stretched out, index finger pointing at the TV.

I looked towards the TV. I frowned when I saw the reporter's chair was empty. Soothing elevator music played, but that was the only sound. It was kind of disturbing.

"Where is she?" Thomas asked, and I realized he was standing behind me.

"Probably got the virus," Sam muttered under his breath. "Like everyone else in the world."

I wondered if he was right. What if we were actually the last four humans in the entire world? What if I was just some made up character in a YA dystopian book, or a fanfiction some weird fandom-obsessed kid wrote?

The thought made my heart beat speed up to an ungratifying speed, and I swallowed. "You're joking, right?"

Sam didn't answer. Instead, he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and I snorted, causing my already somewhat sore throat to ache more.

"I doubt you'll get service on that," Thomas smirked.

Sam looked down at his phone, his bottom lip sticking out a bit. "This is the iphone 5s? I just spent $200 dollars on this thing! USED!"

I wish I had my phone with me, so I could so Sam the iPhone 26, which was nearly three times as big as the old device he was holding.

Instead, Thomas just laughed and said, "You can use mine."

Sam thanked him and grabbed the phone. He shook his head. "I don't know how to use this."

This time Dean laughed. "Sammy stumped. Glad I was here to witness that." He laughed again to himself.

Thomas leaned in towards Sam, showing him how to unlock the screen and bring him to the dial pad.

I heard three distinct taps of his finger.

He clicked the speaker button. We waited.

The phone rang eight times. No one answered. It continued ringing, and I lost count. I assumed it was at maybe twenty-five, thirty rings when Sam finally clicked the END button.

We all shifted our weight subconsciously. "911 didn't pick up. That's …strange," Sam said, frowning.

I blinked. Behind Sam I could see the sun peeking out of the glass windows. Well, at least I get the day off of school.

I tried to think positive of the situation like I'd been trying to do all night. But I couldn't. The cup wasn't half full\half empty anymore, it was empty. There was nothing. I shivered. I was living in the apocalypse.

"What happened to West?" I asked, trying to take everyone's mind off of the eerie ringing, which was still mentally vibrating in my ears.

He handed the phone back to Thomas. "Um…what happened to the girl and your mom. Just disappeared."

"Yeah, I know," I said. "But how did he get it?"
Thomas crossed his arms. "It doesn't make any sense. I thought I'd gone through the strangest things possible today, but I guess it's not over."

"It's not over." We looked at Dean, who's face was covered with serious expression. "I have no clue how the kid got it, maybe he did touch Macy"

"Maison," I corrected. He glared at me, and I shrugged. "What? She only takes the nickname Mai. That's it."

Rolling his eyes, Dean continued. "Whatever. Anyways, I guess he got it from her. But that doesn't matter now. What we need to focus on is finding this-" Dean stopped short, then bit his lip. I knew he was about to cuss, but had managed not to because we were just 'kids.'

I almost wanted to remind him we were high schoolers, we go through a lot of that, but just decided to let him go on.

"Uh….demon. We gotta find him, kill him. I'm just hoping everything clear ups after that."

"And if it doesn't?" Thomas asked.

"We'll worry about that when we get there. For now, let's worry about what's going on currently."

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Thomas' Point of View

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I stuffed a half-empty paper bag of goldfish crackers inside of my backpack.

Just the sight of them brought back memories of my brother. He loved goldfish. I hated them. I didn't even know why I was packing them, JJ doesn't necessarily crave them either, I doubt Sam or Dean had ever even gotten the opportunity to try them.

I ran a hand through my hair, letting out a deep sigh.

I reached for a small packet of pretzels, placed them in the pack, then pulled the zipper up along the edges, sealing it.

I'd suggested packing some food. "We don't know how long we'll be on the road," Dean had said. Sam replied with, "well I don't think we need to be concerned about traffic."

That's when it hit me, as I was swinging the strap over my shoulder. Why are we trying to track the demon down? I couldn't admit what I was about to think, but the thought crossed my mind anyway, even though my instincts fought it. What if we actually are the only people left? As far as we know, we are.

The unlikeliness of the thought was high, but, even out of everything that had happened tonight, it still was shocking how acceptable it was for it to be true.

But it sounds like the demon is either killing everyone off, or taking them somewhere. And since we're here, safe, with no one around us with the disease, if it wants us, it's going to have to come get us itself.

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