Once I was on the road I made sure nobody was following, and kept on driving. It got to the point where I couldn't keep my eyes open, and I had to find a place to stop. As I'm slowing down my bike I recognize an old dirt road that led into the forest. I remembered that road from when me, and my family went camping in those woods. There was a little farm house down the path about a mile in.

*6 Months Later*

And that's how I got here, six months later and I've been living in this little house, and I am losing my mind. Apparently the person who lived here must have been a hoarder because this place is stocked full with food, clothing, and many random knick knacks. For the whole time I've been training, planning to leave and find survivors, and hopefully a new place to stay at. I know it's risky, but I am running out of food, and I need to talk to people, or else I swear I will lose my mind.

I started packing a bag for myself including long sleeved and short sleeved shirts, pants, and shorts. Also an old shot gun that I found in the old house, and with that I took my hair out of its ponytail, since I love the feeling of the wind going through my hair as I drive. I grabbed my jacket and walked out to my bike. It was still warm out so I was wearing leather biker shorts, a black short sleeved, cut-off with a V-neck, tie up biker boots, and a leather jacket, courtesy of the people that use to live in the house.

I climbed onto my bike and revved the engine, going down the dirt road path I started thinking about my family, and how they are most likely dead right now, or about my best friend Haley Stueber, if she was alive, I doubt it. I know it's probably not the best way to be thinking, but on that first day of the invasion I saw many people die, innocent people I saw be killed.

Out on the road I could see just how bad the earth is, everything was either destroyed, or burned, the grass was a light brown, and even with the bright, happy sun high in the sky, I could see there was nothing happy down here on earth. Slowly my mind drifted to what would have happened if aliens didn't invade the world. Probably everything my parents planned out, go to a prestigious college, date a charming man that my parents approved of, have three children, one girl two boys, and live happily ever after. But it's too bad that isn't my happily ever after. All that is what my parents want for me, but what I want is someone fun, someone adventurous, and a little bit of danger. I'm looking for a guy who can talk sweet to me, and sticks up for me, but is a little bit shy around me.

I was quickly pulled out of my thoughts by gunshots; I quickly slowed my bike down to look around. I spotted a hospital in the distance; I quickly drove over to the hospital. When I got closer I could see people outside with guns out. I was so happy to see people, I didn't realize that their guns were up, and pointing at me. I quickly sped over to the front of the building to a group of people waiting for me.

I slowed my bike to a stop at the front of the group, and got off my bike. An older man with a uniform on, with his hair pulled back into a ponytail and a cap on his head stepped forward.

"Captain Weaver, leader of the 2nd Massachusetts"

"Brooklyn Decker," I said glancing at the group behind him.

"Hmmm, your father wouldn't happen to be Commander Decker of the U.S. Marines, would he?"

"As a matter of fact he is, you know my father?" I asked finally noticing a southern Mississippi twang to his voice, bearably noticeable.

"We use to work together, your father and I are good friends" said Captain Weaver.

"Nice to know," I say with a small smile gracing my lips. Next, a guy just slightly younger than Captain Weaver stepped forward, and stuck out his hand.

"Tom Mason, second in command for the second Mass," Tom said. "Pleasure to meet you Tom, I'm Brooklyn Decker," Tom was tall and had a scruffy beard.

"The pleasure's all mine, I would show you around camp, but I must discuss some things with Captain Weaver, but my son Hal would be happy to show you around," said Tom as he clapped his hand on his sons shoulder, gave me a smile, and walked away. When I glanced over what I saw was a hot guy with dark brown hair, light brown eyes, and a sheepish grin. He was taller than me, but still average, and had a fair amount of muscle. I felt an instant attraction to him, which was very new too since it never happened before when I met a guy. I mean sure I've dated but it's not like it was love at first site like this.

"Hi, I'm Hal Mason,"

AN: So if you are thinking about the length of time that Brooklyn was at the farm house and how long 6 months is, well I kinda had to do that so we could get to the point in where they are at the hospital. Next chapter is already started and it has Ben, but not Hal. But if you still like the story then, the 4th chapter will have both!