A/N: I know my chapters are short, but I've been a bit sick lately.
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(Route 97)
The drive seemed endless, but everyone kept that feeling to themselves, especially Kilo. She was becoming weak and pale, but she continued to fight against it. The convoy pulled off at a gas station, south of Seattle, Washington. Claire and K-Mart climbed out of their truck. This place was a wreck. The building was terrible looking, windows were broken and the pumps were empty. Kilo, Leon and Falco checked out the inside of the building. The air smelled of rats and stale food. Leon looked for any non-perishable foods. Kilo checked out the back rooms and Falco simply stood guard. Leon found nothing but Kilo found something that she didn't want to see at all. She screamed and hollered to the best of her ability. Falco and Leon came to check on her. On the ground was a mangled and twisted corpse. Falco put his wing to his mouth to keep himself from throwing up. Leon couldn't take the smell and quickly walked away. "That is NASTY!" yelled Falco from under his wing. He quickly ran before he would puke. Kilo also turned to walk away, but she began shaking and throwing up blood. Leon ran to her aid and carried her to the store's entrance. Her body was becoming too weak. Leon tried to keep her awake for as long as possible. Unfortunately, Leon's efforts didn't help and he was unable to act quickly enough. Kilo quickly looked at Leon with bloody eyes. She tackled him to the ground and knocked his gun away. Leon fought to reach to gun, but it was just out of reach. As a last resort he grabbed his knife and slashed at her. Kilo's walking corpse fell back and landed against one of the windows. This gave Leon an idea. He kicked Kilo and she flew into one of the windows, which broke the glass and caused it to form sort of a spike. Kilo got back up and charged toward Leon. This time, he delivered an uppercut, which caused Kilo to land on the sharp glass. However, this did not kill her. But before she could get up again, Leon picked up his gun and shot her in the head, killing her.
3 days later…
(Seattle, Washington)
Fox messed around with the communicator on his wrist. It was of no use because Earth's radio towers didn't pick up the right frequency. He sighed and continued to look out the window. The group decided that taking a boat to Alaska would be safer then driving. Now, all they had to do was find the dock. The vehicles headed west until they finally reached the dock. The group got out of there vehicles and grabbed their respected weapons. They looked around the dock and found a boat that would hold up for awhile, however they key was missing. No surprise. K-Mart checked out the dock office. After a bit a ransacking, she found a compacted safe. She looked around for any thing that she could use to smash it open, but she found nothing. "Hey Claire! Come check this out!" yelled K-Mart. A few moments later the tough female arrived. "You called?" she said. "Yeah, can you open this safe, it's locked." "Sure." Claire aimed her gun at the safe and fired twice, forcing the puny box to spill its contents out onto the floor. The women fumbled through the papers until the came across a key. "I bet this starts that boat back there." And with that the girls ran toward the boat and put the key in the boat. It started."Ok, everyone get on board" yelled the red haired Claire. Once everyone was on board she backed the boat out of the dock and out toward the sea.