HEY! Super early update, I know it excites me! Sadly it is back to school this week): But between math and science homework I will to my best to write more. Okay… here it goes!

North Dakota was the absolute last place I wanted to go. I mean no offense, but the place became a dump after the flood there. And there's nothing to do! Even though we aren't exactly on vacation, Hawaii would be my first choice. I hoped the airport there would still have a working plain, I'm pretty sure people there were trying to evacuate the same time we did. I would just die if we had to make the trip back to St. Paul for the airport there.

The other reason I didn't want to go to North Dakota is because a lot of my family used to live there. A lot of Emmett's, too. That's actually how we met….

I think about this all as I'm supposed to be paying attention to were I'm driving, but honestly I couldn't care less if we crashed. Miss bipolar had been having a conversation with herself for the past one and a half, and every few minutes would ask me how I felt about whatever debate she was having. But I was the third party, the I don't give shit party.

I had been driving all night… and all morning. As much as I needed sleep, there was no way I was letting this psycho take control. I can already see her arguing with herself whether or not to take a right or left, and we end up in between… in a tree.

"Bismark." She stated as we passed a sign.

"Great." I half smile. "Only another hour or so."

"You realize we can go faster? I mean, we are the only people out here, and you don't have to put on a blinker every time you switch lanes!" She exclaims. I look down at the switch I had just flicked, and flicked it off.

"Sorry… I had just started driver's ed." I say, quietly. It's true, I had really just started before the crisis. It was a new school year… It was supposed to be a great year, but little did I know there wouldn't even be a school left to be in. Bipolar starts humming to herself.

An hour later, faster than I figured, we were at the gates to the airport. "So this is it." I breathe, getting ready to fly an airplane for the second time in my life.

"Have you done this before?" Buffalo asks.

"Once…" I kick at the gate, and since it didn't budge, I began to climb it. I realize I haven't seen a zombie since we stopped.

"Well… did you crash it?" She asks as she drops off the top of the gate, landed on all fours.

"No." I say bluntly. I'd most likely be dead, if I had.

"Well then… don't crash this one." She pulls her hair back into a pony tail as we start walking towards the nearest jet. I grab a latter and roll it with us over to it. Once inside, I walk into the cockpit and turn on the engine.

"Everything's set." I mumble, turning on some switches, pressing buttons. I was planning to go to an aviation college. I look back and see that Bipolar has just given me a face in response. Here we go again.

"Christ! You'd think you'd be smart of enough to actually get us there and back!"

"I am. I am getting us there and back." I say, recognizing the familiar, yet arrogant tone.

"I'm not letting you fly this death trap!" She snaps.

"Alright." I say. "Get off then." Though I was a little reluctant when saying that, because it was nice having someone to talk to… even if there emotions changed more than a pregnant women dealing with her mother who has menopause. I look over to my right and see a roll of duct tape. I look back at the babbling Buffalo, then the tape again. I should really be concerned that there's a roll of duct tape on a plain I was about to fly from north Dakota to Russia, but then again… silence…

Ten minutes later, it is noiseless. Buffalo is duct tape to a seat in first class and I am getting ready to take off. But as I'm about to move the plain away from the gate, I hear muffled screams. What now?

I walk back to first class to see why she's freaking out again. Her eyes are wide, she's now silent, and sitting completely still.

"What?" I hiss. Nothing seemed to be wrong. Her flicker over to the side and back.

"What?" I say again, but obviously she can't respond if her mouth is taped up.

"AH-A!"

"You're a little late on the intro." I say emotionlessly, as a girl pops up from underneath Bipolar's seat. She shoots her pistol and I jerk my head out of the way as it whizzed by my ear.

"What the hell?" I yell. At this point, I'm angry, Buffalo is freaking out (which is pointless), and the other girl is laughing hysterically.

"Sorry." She says in a heavy Russian accent. Sorry? "I mistook you for a flesh-eater. I'm from Moscow, Russia," Oh Really? "I came here because there are apocalyptic signs in our country. People are going crazy, trying to eat one another. It is… chaos." Sorry? "I came here because I heard it was safe. But it seems you are trying to escape exactly what I am." Okay bitch I'm still not over the fact that you almost killed me. But wait… so it's not safe in Russia either? DAMN YOU EMMETT. Okay, that leaves me with one question…

" Yeah, you don't happen to have a guy with you, do you?" I ask. Bipolar looks at me weird, I just shrug. And mouth "What?" to her.

"Uhm… no…" She shakes her head. There's a brief silence between us. "But!" Yes, Yes? A man yes?

"I did see this boy… he was running, just down there a few minutes ago." She points out a window.

"And he was alive…?" I urge. She nods. I bust the emergency door down and hop out the side of the plain.

"I'll be back!" I call over my shoulder.

I run after the footprints left on the pavement, mud not blood. He's still human. And into the airport. The footprints lead into the men's bathroom. Well this could get awkward. I stand outside the door and wait, since there were no other footprints leading out. After awhile I get impatient and call into the bathroom.

"Hello?" I yell, not really thinking about zombies at the moment, who would respond faster than the guy. "Is anyone in there?"

There's a few gunshots, then footsteps.

"Hi, it's so nice to meet you I'm- EMMETT!" I recognize him immediately, even though his hair is longer, and he's got wounds running up and down his arms and his face. I'm trying to be mad at him, but I'm so relieved to see him that I end up hugging him.

"Off…" He pushes me back with the tip of his gun.

"I thought you were dead!" I say defensively, and cross my arms.

"You missed me." He smiles smugly.

"Did not." I look away.

"You came after me." I don't like where this is going.

"Go screw yourself up a pole. Come on, let's get out of here. I have some… friends… waiting for me." I have a hard time saying friends, I don't like getting to attached to people. We argue all the way back to the plain, were I find Russia and Bipolar just as I had left them.

"Guys this is-"

"Dakota." Emmett interrupts me. I shoot him a look. How dare he.

"Dakota…" I say through my teeth, "this is um…" I realize I had never learned Bipolar's name and hadn't had the chance to really meet Russia. "Buffalo and Russia." I blurt. Oh well. He got a fake name why doesn't everyone else? "I'm Minneapolis… by the way."

Okay! We have four character's now! Yay! I'll try to get more in next time, sorry to those of you who haven't gotten in yet. I promise you will. See you whenever!

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