(Thanks to jamesss, Lance-Dusk, AlextheMortal, zackt2010, and angie2282 for your reviews! WOO! 100 chapters, and that was only the first guy from ten o.O THANKS A LOT FOLKS! Let's reveal the next guy aimed at, shall we?)

The armoured truck drove slowly across the dusty roads of America. No sign of habitation since the city. No trees, no plants, nothing. Only rocks and dusts and more rocks. The darkness covered the land, although the moon was foggy behind clouds, and no stars could be seen glittering in the sky. The atmosphere on the truck was tense and silent, only the rumble of the engine could be heard in the otherwise silent world.

Mila's head was leaning on Max's shoulder as she breathed slowly, asleep. A clean white bandage had been wrapped around her eyes – or lack thereof - to stop any possible infection. As it wasn't bleeding and had already been professionally cleaned and was practically healed, there was nothing much to do. Max was looking out of the window, clutching his left hand, not in pain, but in memory. (What did it look like, how was it treated?).

Some others were resting from an exhausting day, including Alex, Riley, and Rain. Conner was tapping fingers to his legs in some unknown tune, his mouth twitching ever so slightly. Due to the fact that the only free seats available were next to Conner and Tally, Trent was sitting slightly off the edge in the seat. He would have sat next to Tally, but everytime he came near, she seemed to turn a shade of green, and a feeling in her stomach made her want to vomit.

Tally was in fact right at the back, clutching her stomach. It wasn't as strong, but she felt sick when she was near Trent. Sick to the bone. It wasn't like William, in which all his thoughts were blocked out, but it felt like, somehow, Trent's thoughs had a thick aroma. Tally could not concentrate on his thoughts. Even Conner was better that that.

Zeke was frosting up the windows with his breath, and unconsciously drew images with his finger, which ranged from simple stickmen to complicated designs.

Finally, at the front in what would have been Paige's seat, Leslie sat, staring absently through the thin slit of a window. The truck was four short, and felt oddly empty despite the ten people in it.

Leslie turned to William and sighed, restarting a conversation he and William held previously. "I still don't see why we didn't wait for Paige... she could have come back."

Once again, William shook his head. "No. She's stubborn, that much I know. Anyway, she is most likely dead by now, frozen or otherwise."

Leslie left the argument at that, and continued to stare out.

"Are you not wondering who we are going to next?" William asked, looking to Leslie.

"Not particularly." Leslie replied. "I just want this over with already."

"Well, I will tell you anyway. We are heading to a set of rocky hills in the desert, roughly in the middle of what was previously known as Ohio and California. I refer to them only as The Hills." William said.

"And whys that?" Leslie asked. Despite himself, Leslie was interested know."

"A while back, in 1977, a family was travelling on the same road we are now. However, somehow, they were deterred in between The Hills, and were slowly picked off. Only four from the seven in the family, not including the two dogs, survived. Only one of the dogs survived as well."

"Picked off?" Leslie repeated. "By what?"

"Mutants." William said, with the ghost of a smile. "You see, in 2006, when someone finally decided to create a documentary about these events, showing real footage captured by unknown methods, they called it the 'The Hills have Eyes' for the simple reason that the mutants resided in The Hills. Most people think it's fiction. They couldn't be more wrong." William didn't let Leslie talk after he opened his mouth.

"The same person who made the documentary actually developed a second documentary, on a similar incident. A squad of marines went into a apparently deserted army camp, and were mostly all killed off." William remained silent, allowing Leslie to speak.

"So you mean..."

"Indeed. We are next heading for Papa Hades and his mutants."

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In fact, a number of miles away, Papa Hades was spluttering and screaming at a group of mutants, spittle flying from his deformed mouth. His face was completely freakish, bumps covering it, bulging out to the point the ridge of his eyebrows almost covered his eyes. Faint straw hair hung from clumps from Papa Hade's face, while his teeth were yellowing and faint speckles of red hung on it.

"You... Idiots!" He roared, in halting speech. "Let... people... escape! Let... food... escape!"

One of the mutants, with bits of flesh missing from his grey face looked up. "It wasn't our fault! The stupid females, they tricked us!"

Papa Hades back slapped the mutant, knocking him the floor making the others cover. "NO... EXCUSES!"

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"Come on, Lorraine... You can do it... come on!" A woman whispered as they ran through the abandoned and broken village constructed of random bits of material. The woman wore a ripped top, and ripped trousers, bare foot which were bleeding badly. A drip of blood dribbled down her face from her hair.

"I-I know Christine..." Lorraine replied, her clothes practically hanging from her body, ripped from the attack of the mutants. A large cut extended down her thigh, and she shook as the wind bit at her naked body.

The two women continued running, ignoring the rocks stabbing at their feet and the dust getting into their eyes. They were already dirty and grimy from the caves.

Suddenly, a mutant popped out from behind a house, wielding an axe. Lorraine gave a pained grunt, and jumped up with surprising strength. She soared through the air, and landed a hard kick in the mutant's face. Stumbling on the ground, she turned to see Christine hop over the dazed mutant.

"Let's go!"

The two continued running, even as the darkness enveloped them. Even when they guessed they were gone from sight. But they needed food and water. But more importantly, they needed shelter. Who knew what roamed in the desert with the recent destruction of practically every living thing.

Lorraine licked her chapped lips, stumbling slightly. "C-Come on... we c-can make it..." Lorraine continued forward, but stopped as Christine stopped, panting. "C-Christine... d-don't give up..."

"I-I can't..." Christine managed to say weakly, before teetering and falling into the dusty floor. Lorraine tried to lug Christine with her, but her legs gave way and she fell to the floor, staying there.

'I... guess... I-I can rest...'