Buffy watched Tara pull away in a fairly new Toyota Camry while Chris was hotwiring an old Chevy that looked like it belonged in a museum. "It's sturdier than newer cars" was his explanation for the choice. She didn't care. She simply wanted to get to Giles, Xander, and her mom. The longer it took them, the more fear crept into her thoughts. She heard the roar as the engine finally turned over. Chris smiled at her, but she couldn't reciprocate. Her mind was too full of bad stuff.

They drove the three miles to Giles's apartment with only her directions to break the silence. What they saw caused Buffy's worry to increase tenfold. The door to Giles' door was wide open and there was blood on the landing. When she looked inside she realized that the blood belonged to an infected demon whose head was currently sitting a foot away from its body.

Relief spread through her as she realized that Giles had taken out this demon and was hopefully alive somewhere. Her relief continued to rise as she noticed that Giles' weapons chest had been cleaned out of all of his sharp edged weapons and his crossbow was also missing. She was confused as to why he would take so many weapons when she remembered that he had been with Xander the last time she had seen him.

Chris interrupted her internal reasoning, "They aren't here. Any idea where they might have gone?"

She thought for a few minutes. If they couldn't find her at her dorm then they might go to her mom's house. They knew that Buffy would try and protect her mom in situations like this. "They might have gone to see my mom."

Chris took one last look around, "Let's go see your mom then."

At first it appeared that the infection hadn't yet made it this far. That was until they pulled onto Revello Drive. Around them, they could see people being torn apart, but they were too late to help them. The most they could do was spare a bullet to stop the suffering and stop them from becoming one of those things.

Buffy's house had apparently been boarded up at one point, but infected humans had broken through one of the barriers and were climbing in through the window. Without waiting for Chris to put the truck in park, Buffy leapt out of the still rolling truck and began fighting her way to her home. She let all thought fly from her head. She gave in fully to the slayer and allowed her pent up rage to give her the strength she needed to make it to the house.

Chris followed, but at a slower pace. He was amazed at the sheer ferocity of the petite blond woman that he had come to respect and now, rightfully fear. He picked off any who tried to follow her and made his way to the window in which Buffy was clearing the way to enter. When she made it through, he could hear her yelling "MOM!" but did not hear any answering calls.

He entered the home and immediately was assailed from his right. A man who was around six foot three and easily over two hundred pound crashed into him and began biting at his neck. His gun was trapped in his right hand which was pinned between the undead man and himself. Instead of trying to free the gun he decided to go for the machete that he had borrowed from Buffy, but before he could get to it an arrow flew into its skull killing it.

Chris turned expecting Buffy, but instead there was a man with shaggy brown hair and intelligent brown eyes facing him. "Thanks."

The man approached him and helped pick the dead body off of Chris, "Welcome. Chris…right?"

Chris reached his feet, "Yeah."

"Xander." Chris took his offered hand.

"Chris!" He turned to see Buffy leading an older guy with glasses and a woman who had to be Buffy's mom. They shared several features, not the least of which was the golden blond hair. "We need to get them out of here."

"They will be vulnerable in the back of the truck."

Buffy looked to Xander, "You drive. Mom, you and Giles ride in front while Chris and I take the back."

Her mom looked afraid, but not as shaken as she should be. "Buffy…"

"Don't argue with me. If what Giles said is true then we need to be out of here now!"

They raced back to the truck killing any who got in their way. When they were safely in the truck, Chris asked Buffy why it was so important to get out of here. "Apparently, Giles called Angel already so he knows what's going on here. Angel has some military connections now I guess and he told them what was going on. They wanted to hear it from a soldier so he had them talk to Xander." Chris looked at her questioningly. Xander seemed like he could hold his own, but he would never peg him as a soldier. She noticed his look, "Xander got transformed into a soldier one Halloween and still remembers everything. Anyways, he convinced them to quarantine Sunnydale. They are on their way here now, but if we aren't gone before they get here, then we'll be stuck."

Chris remembered what happened when they quarantined Raccoon City. He didn't care to be trapped in this psychotic place with its demons and monsters. The humans that were infected by the virus were one story, but the monsters that were infected by this mutated strain of Walsh's were another. They were much harder to kill and much more dangerous in his mind.

The truck screeched to a stop slamming Buffy and Chris into the cab. They looked to see why they had stopped and in the middle of the road was a dark haired woman in a red sweater that reached her knees and dark pants. Chris heard Buffy whisper an expletive under her breath. "What is it?" he asked.

Her voice was venomous, "Faith."