"Right, we'd better start walking, we've got a lot of ground to cover," Cyrus said and walked towards the door. He opened it and I groaned loudly. "Come on sunshine, I ain't carrying you and I think Hunter over there'd drop you."

"I'm not that clumsy," Hunter muttered and stomped out the door, tripping as he did. I snorted with laughter and he turned his head towards me, so I clamped my hand over my mouth to stop myself.

"It's still dark out," I said quietly as we began our long journey. Cyrus put his arm around my shoulders and I tensed up.

"Don't worry, we'll look after you." Cyrus smiled. Something about what he said and the way he said it unnerved me. I shrugged my shoulders and he took his arm away. Hunter kept turning his head in my direction. I wasn't quite sure if he could actually see, he had his hood pulled over his eyes. I stopped and bent down, as if tying my shoelaces, and while I was doing that I looked up at Hunter. He didn't seem to have eyes. The area around them was red, with blood I assumed.

"Hunter, what happened to your eyes?" I asked delicately once I'd stood up and we'd resumed walking. He looked away from me and I gently put my hand on his shoulder. "Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."

"He's fine, and yeah, he can see sort of. It's just that he thinks it makes him look hideous. He should trying looking like me." Cyrus reached past me and poked Hunter. "Stop being such a softie."

"Shut up," Hunter said moodily.

Cyrus rolled his eye at me and said, "aw come on Hunter, you know you're a stunner and so do the ladies." He nodded at me.

"Oh yes definitely." I smiled broadly at Hunter who looked up at me. I'm sure he knew that I was only saying it to make him feel better, but he appreciated it all the same. I then had a thought. "Where are we actually going?" I asked.

"The coast. We're going to get on a boat, I hate helicopters," Cyrus said.

"But that's like two or three hours away by car!" I exclaimed.

"Pick up the pace then. Should take us about a week or so." He slapped me on the back and grinned. Walking was my most hated thing, but at least I had some suitable foot wear. I looked down at the scuffed trainers I was wearing. I wondered who they'd belonged to before; they were probably dead now anyway.

Hunter nudged me with his elbow. "How old are you?" he asked.

"Twenty three, why did you want to know that?" I replied suspiciously. His grey skin flushed red.

"Oh, you just look a lot younger, that's all. I didn't mean anything by it," he stammered. I smiled reassuringly at him, and Cyrus sighed.

"Ignore him, he's an idiot," Cyrus whispered to me.

"No, he isn't," I said. Cyrus raised an eyebrow at me.

"Wait 'til you get to know him, then you'll think differently." He stopped walking, and so did Hunter. I had walked ahead of them, but paused when I realised they weren't next to me. I swivelled around to look at them.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Tank." Cyrus's eye widened.

"We have to get somewhere safer, indoors." Hunter looked around frantically.

"How about that house over there?" I suggested, pointing in its direction.

"It'll do." Cyrus grabbed hold of my shoulders and pulled me close to him. Hunter stood in front of us, so that he was nearly touching me, and we walked towards it. I was scared, even though I didn't know what a Tank was, but Cyrus and Hunter's fear was enough to tell me that I should be. We reached the house; Hunter forced the door open by bashing his shoulder against it, even though it was most likely unlocked, and Cyrus pushed me in with such a force that I fell onto my face.

"What's a Tank?" I stood up and put my hands on my hips. I moved out of the way of the door when Hunter started pushing a table to block it. I went into the dining room and picked up one of the chairs, which was heavier than I thought, and put it on top of the table, with some help from Cyrus. Once we were done, I asked my question again.

"Something that'll try and kill you if it knows you're here. And it won't stop until either you or it is dead," Cyrus told me. I gave a small gasp and looked at the two of them for help. "But don't worry, we'll look after you."

"So when can we leave?" I cupped my elbows with my hands.

"When it goes away or dies. Those things die if they don't kill something; we shouldn't be waiting too long." Cyrus squeezed my shoulder. I could now hear a noise in the distance. An angry yelling, that seemed to be coming closer. Cyrus went to look around the house, and came back with a bottle with a rag in it, as well as a lighter.

"Why have you got that?" I asked.

"It's a Molotov, in case that Tank comes after us, I just light it and throw it and it'll catch on fire and burn to death," he explained. The Tank was definitely coming closer, it sounded like it was only a minute away from us. Hunter stood in front of me, his arm across my chest and he walked backwards up the stairs and so did I. Cyrus flicked the lighter on and off nervously and followed us.

The Tank was right outside, and it started pounding on the door. We were stood at the top of the stairs, watching as it effortlessly smashed the door down and pushed out barricade out of the way. The Tank was truly a terrifying thing, so tall it had to break down part of the wall above the door to get in, and its muscles had grown enormously. It had so much muscle on its upper half that it had to walk using its knuckles. It bounded towards us, and Cyrus lit the rag of the Molotov on fire and hurled it at the Tank. It burst into flames, and the Tank was soon enveloped, but it didn't even flinch.

Hunter grabbed my hand and pulled me to the window at the end of the corridor. He smashed the window and wrapped my arms his waist. I held on tightly as he leapt out the window, onto a nearby van and then onto the roof of the next house. Cyrus dropped out the window and pressed himself up against the wall. The Tank broke the wall down, still on fire, yelling in a mixture of pain and anger.

The Tank climbed onto the van, and I suddenly felt something wrap around me and pull me off the roof. I looked down and saw that it was a tongue, and it belonged to Cyrus. He bit his tongue off and removed it from me. He seized my hand and ran down the street, dragging me along with him. We were faster than the Tank, which still didn't seem to care that it was burning to death. Hunter caught up with us, and pushed me to the side, just out of the way of a slab of pavement the Tank had thrown.

Further up the street was a roadblock. We were trapped. I tried to run, but Cyrus was holding me too tightly. He and Hunter were standing still now, as the Tank ran at us, a towering inferno. I screwed my eyes shut and pressed my head against Cyrus's shoulder. The yells suddenly stopped. I cautiously opened one eye and saw the Tank, a few feet in front of us, lying on the ground, dead.

"How did you know that it would die?" I asked. Cyrus smiled nervously at me.

"I didn't. I mean, I knew it'd die soon, just not exactly when." He breathed out heavily and let go of my hand, flexing his fingers.

"Shall we carry on walking?" I put a smile on my face. Cyrus stared at me, and laughed.

"Yeah alright," he said, and playfully punched Hunter on the arm, "let's go, springy."

I still have no idea what kind of accent Cyrus has, I know that he has one, just not which one.

But anyway, I hope you guys like and tell me what you think of it.