JESSIE HANSEN I LOVE YOU!

Sorry it has been so long… uhm… new character today!:D

I sat, holding my breathing, staring. The truck was silent. We were all statues.

"You're not going anywhere. Not alive at least." The boss licked his lips. Shot gun in hand. But then I remembered our situation.

Okay, let's do some simple mathematics. Two cars… Approximately twelve young adults versus a Norwegian and what appeared to be a fat Italian holding a gun. Now it might just be me, but it looks like we could win this one.

"Move out of my way, butt-tard!" I yell out the window. Reaver shoots me a look. Seriously am I the only one seeing our chances of beating them? Before he could even answer, in fear of him shooting me through the windshield, I hit the gas and we rushed forward. I never saw if he got out of the way in time or not…

We drove awhile, with the other car right behind us. It was silent, still. I think everyone was just a little freaked out. Then Russia spoke up.

"Where are we going?" She asks, peering out the window.

"I'm… not really sure." I say, slowing down. I didn't want to drive anymore. "We'll get out for a bit, walk around, then Reaver," I turn to him, "You can drive." I stop the truck and we get out, stretching our legs. It was just a small dirt road, I wasn't even sure where we were anymore. There was only farmland in all directions.

"Hey do you guys see that?" Bavaria says, squinting to see something in the distance.

"No." Texas looks as well.

"I see it." Fairbanks says, quietly.

"I think it's a farmhouse." Bavaria adds.

"We should go see if they have food." Jay says. After a few minutes, we get back into the vehicles and head off in the direction of the house.

To put it simply, the house was huge. At least from the outside. But this only made things more complicated. The bigger the building, usually the more zombies inside. We all stare at the door, waiting for someone to be brave enough to open it. Without hesitating, Jay walks inside. Careless to whomever or whatever lived or did not live inside.

"Jay!" I hiss.

He turns around, "What?"

"Be careful!" He shrugs, and goes inside anyways. We follow him.

"Holy shit!" I hear him yell as I creep around the corner.

"What?" I panic. He starts laughing. There's nothing there. I jab him in his rib cage with the back of my axe.

"Ow." He says, and I can't tell if it's sarcastic or not. Emmett comes behind me and pushes me forward into the living room. There's a short silence, then we break off into groups. Me, Russia and Bipolar go up a stair case into a third, then second level. Russia scans the ceiling of the third level hallway, she grabs a latch.

"I think this leads up to an attic…" Russia observes it.

"Hey!" I jump to the noise in all of the silence. We all turn and see Jay at the other end of the hall. "Come 'ere. We found someth'n." We follow him down the stairs into a living room where Bavaria and Fairbanks were standing awkwardly. It was easy to see the room was decorated for country living. Old, blue couch, wooden rocking chair. Coffee table with a white lace cover and a wood fire.

But it wasn't quite perfect because of the tragic scene in the center of it all.

A guy, hard to tell his age, knelt down beside a body that appeared to be drowning in its own blood. My stomach tightened in knots. His light brown hair covered most of his face, but it was easy to see he was so caught up in his own mess that he didn't even notice us. Suddenly I felt invasive.

Instead of doing what I should have (backing the hell off and leaving him and this house alone) I walked over to him and laid my hand on his shoulder. He whipped around. Fear almost stabbing me with his eyes. I then realized, he could kill me, right now.

But suddenly his glare melted, and his face looked sad and his whole being disheveled. He dropped the kitchen knife he was holding and stood up slowly.

"My name's Nick. I'm from Duluth. A couple months ago my parents and I moved out here for my dad's job… But then this whole virus thing happened and… I had to kill them." He explains. We all nod silently.

"Oh my gosh! Guys! Check out this cool sword I found." Jay walks back into the room with a (okay it was pretty cool) sword.

"Jay-" I start

"It's got- see this blade here and-"

"Jay." I try again.

"And it's so shiny I just-"

"JAY IT IS NOT THE TIME!" I screech. He stops talking.

"Uhm… So, Sorry you had to see… that. But… what can I do for ya?" Nick asks, his face brightening.

"Uhm… we…" I start.

"We would appreciate some food." Jay barges in. Way to go redneck.

"Sure." Nick says, to our surprise. That was waaaaay easier than any of us expected. Russia, Fairbanks, Bavaria and Bipolar all follow Nick to the kitchen while Jay and I look around for the others.

"That was really rude." I hiss at him as we are walking through the house.

"Sorry." He says, lowering his head shamefully.

"Tell that to Nick, not me." I cross my arms.

"Sorry, Nick." He says to no one in particular. I put my head in my hands. "Everything okay there?"

"You… you are just too much to handle." I complain.

"What? How? I practically take care of myself. Feed, clean..."

"That's not what I mean… It's everyone. It's just too hard for me to keep track of all of you." I say quietly.

"Minneapolis… you don't have to watch all of us. Nobody gave you that job. We just figure since you seem to like be'n leader 'n all we let you have yer fun." He nods, then stops walking. I stop, too. "Found 'em."

We meet the others back in the kitchen. Nick (thank god) had food sitting on the table. Without a second though, we all started eating. And as we did, I began to wonder how Nick had done it. Sat there, staring at his dead (I think it was his mom) parent, who he had killed. And then got right back up and helped some strangers out that just walked into his house. But then again… isn't that what we all did?

Well… that's that and what's dead is dead. Which is a lot of people. So stay tuned… Because it's gonna get JUICY:3