Sorry this took so long! First, I was making a story that I wanted to write for whatever reason (Mixed Emotions), then I was making a story for the Elite Force wiki contest, then I was gone all weekend and couldn't write. But I could've found time in between then so I'm sorry. I also had like 5 days sfter that too, so... Anyway, here you go!

-Leo's POV (do I even need to say that anymore?)-

I wake up to Chase shaking me.

"C'mon Leo! We gotta go!" he says.

"Fine!" I groan.

I get up to find Janelle gone and Chase about to jump off the truck.

"Where's Janelle?" I ask.

"In the water already, let's go!"

I go to the edge of the truck and look down. Janelle and Chase are already on the move. I dive off the truck and follow them.

I'm worried for what we'll find when we get to our destination. Will Chase's family be alright? Will we be met by their corpses? Will they be nowhere to be found?

"How much longer?" I whine.

"A few days. If you complain, it'll be longer." Chase answers.

I groan in response.

We continue to walk for hours.

After a while of small talk and silence I finally speak up about something important. Or, at least more important than what we were talking about before.

"Janelle, how did you even end up out here?"

"It's a long story." She explains. "I was at home, watching some show on Netflix, forget exactly what, when suddenly a hurricane warning came on. The hurricane hit, and, well…"

I know there's much more to the story but I choose not to bug her about it. At least not right now.

"So, how did you get out here?" She questioned me.

I tell her a brief version of my story. Chase stays silent.

As we walk by a store, and we hear something in there. Someone starts to walk out and we submerge ourselves in water. After a minute, we come up.

Two people in ski masks are floating away on an inflatable raft.

"We comin' back once we's dropped tis off to da base." one says. I see Chase's face twisting as he talks. I knew Chase was a grammar nazi!

Once they're out of sight, Chase speaks up. "Okay, so I know a shortcut. I found it while we were underwater and now remembering a map of Mission Creek, it should lead us to my uncle's house."

Me and Janelle nod and we go off down a slender alley. We couldn't even walk next to each other. Chase was leading the way, I was in the middle and Janelle took up the rear. We walk down this route for hours.

Eventually, we come up to a house. It's up on semi-dry land. But in the rain, the dry spits are getting smaller. The house is almost completely torn apart. Pieces are collapsed, some are blown off, others barely standing. Chase stood in horror at the collapsed home.

"This is it." He says emotionlessly. He slowly and plainly walks up to it and starts searching through the rubble. After a few minutes, he breaks down. I go up to him. Just uncovered, was the face of a middle aged man, blood stained all over.

"Donald…" he cries. I shut my eyes as tears threaten to escape. He eventually gets himself together, though still crying a bit, and searches for his cousin's body. He doesn't find it.

We walk back to where the store was located. We were going to hide inside there but we found the two theives had returned to raid the store again. Janelle picks up a pipe and slowly goes toward the store.

"No!" I whisper yell. She keeps going. I sigh and grasp my paddle as if it were a sword. Chase gets a plastic knife and plastic fork from the water. We get into the store and attack. Janelle and Chase take on one guy while I take on the other. The guy slams me into the wall and then punches me in the face several times. I push him, turn him around, and slam him into the wall. I throw a punch at him but he catches it and redirects it at me. Janelle falls to the ground, closely followed by me. Then I hear a gun loading. I wait in fear to hear a gunshot, but don't. I look up to see Chase holding a gun, pointing it at a fallen thief.

I notice that the other thief is gone.

Me and Janelle get up. Janelle pulls off the criminal's mask. We all are shocked by what we saw underneath. I exclaim their name in shock. None of us have time to think because we hear a loud voice.

"Hands up!" It yells. We all turn to see a raft, with three people in it, each holding a gun.

The one in the center was the Chief of the Mission Creek Police himself: Commissioner Graham!

Wow! That was fun to write! Who is the thief? What will happen next? Find out… well, next time… anyway, I hope j brought to light that Chase is actually skilled in combat, and you'll find out later. Next chapter is by BionicWolfLover. Until then, I'm TheUnknownBlock, and I'm out. (Drops microphone).