Hello everyone! Thank you guys so much for commenting, reading, following, and making this story a favorite! Anyways, the twins are in for a lot in this next chapter, so lets get started!
Oh, and to answer a question that was asked by a reader; Jamey uses a recurve bow, not compound.
Enjoy! (and don't forget, every little thing in this story leads up to upcoming events, so read carefully!)

Chapter Three - Tree Twins

"The park is just up here, right?" Jordan asks, pushing her bike up the hill the rest of the way.
"Yeah," I nod. "Remember when Dad would always race us to the top of the hill while Mom and Skylar got the supplies for our trip?"
The two of us laugh for a few seconds. As soon as it ends, I feel the heavy weight of my dead family fall onto my back.
"I forgot," Jordan stops.
"What?" I quickly turn around. Is something wrong? Did she lose something?
"I can't drive," she looks at me.
"Neither can I, stupid," I shrug off her comment. "And it doesn't matter. We don't need to drive. We can just stay at the park."
"But," Jordan begins to talk. "The town... The rest of them. They will-"
"No, they won't!" I turn to her, my eyes locked onto hers. "Skylar told us to be safe, so thats what we are going to do!"
Jordan just stares blankly at me.
"You know how to fight, I know how to fight," I continue. "It doesn't matter if they find us. We can fight them off."
I look away from her and continue up the hill. The top is just a few feet away, and as I reach it, I begin to run. The sun is just beginning to rise, and I feel the golden rays hit my face. My feet hit the leveled pavement, and I open my eyes to the cool breeze.
The world looks peaceful. The few trees on the fields by the road are blowing with the wind. The long, golden grass that looks like wheat is dancing with the leaves of the trees. The sun is just peeking over the horizon, where just one tree is in front of it. The leaves block some of the sunlight, but it leaves a pattern of dots along the road.
"It's..." Jordan breathes.
"Beautiful..." I finish. I feel Jordan's hand touch mine, and she wraps her fingers around mine.
For just a few moments, I stand with my sister, hands together, and watch the sun as it begins to rise over the world.
The hideous, disgusting world.
I let go of her hand and look at her. I smile, and she reponds with a light punch to my arm.
"Okay," I take a breath. "The park is just around that tree. We can make it by noon, like we agreed in the supermarket."
"Yeah," Jordan nods. "And, even if the RV doesn't work, we also said we could find a tree."
I look around to see the tree that is casting the shadow from the sun's light. "That one," I point to it.
"I knew it."

"Come on, Jordan!"

"But... But what if I fall?"

"You won't! Sky is below you, so she can catch you!"

"But-"

"No buts! Now get yours up here!"

"Heh, okay..."

"Come on- There you go. See? Isn't it beautiful?"

"The sunrise is perfect from here."

"Hey Jamey?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, we're almost seven now... So, I wanted to give you something..."

"But, our birthday is next week."

"I know, but I couldn't wait... Here, its your own journal. Just like the one I have."

"Thanks, sis."

"I told you not to call me that."

"But that doesn't mean I'll stop."

"We should make this our fort, Jamey..."

"It would be perfect... We could have a kitchen over there-"

"And the bedroom over there!"

"With hammocks and bookshelves!"

"Give me your scarf. From now on... This is our tree."

"To the Tree Twins!"

I head towards the tree. The RV park is in sight, maybe a couple hundred feet away. As we near the tree, I start to lay my bike down on the grass. I put my foot on a small knot at the base of the tree and hoist myself up.
I climb up to the middle of the tree and look down at Jordan. "Come on, Jordan!"
"You know I will fall..." she kicks the tree.
I laugh and tell her how to get up.
"Shut up, I remember how..." She pulls herself into the tree and joins me on the branch.
"Remember, kitchen over there and hammocks over-" I start to picture how we always imagined this tree.
"Yeah," she looks behind her to the center of the tree. She nudges me. "Jamey..."
In the center of the tree writes "The Tree Twins", carved into the wood. There is a small pastel pink and blue scarf that is tied around the tree just above the intials. There is a giant heart around the writing.
"We didn't draw the heart..." I remember.
"I think I know who did..." Jordan pulls out Sky's anklet that she managed to grab before we left.
For a moment, we are silent. I break the stillness and wrap my arms around Jordan's neck. "We will live."
Jordan lets her head fall onto my bare arm. I can hear her sniffling. "I know..."

"Okay, let's see..." I put my finger to my chin. I take a sip from the camelback.
"Oh! I've got one; What is my favorite type of ice cream?"
"Oh come on, give me something harder than that!" I nudge her with my shoulder.
"Answer then, smartypants," she laughs.
"Birthday cake with the pieces of cake batter in the middle. Easy," I smirk.
"Fine. Your turn."
"Okay, favorite pattern?"
"Oh, that's a tough one..." she fakes, "if you weren't asking me! Its flannel plaid with dark blue, dark red, and white." She laughs. "Ask me one more. I'm on a roll!"
"Okay, let's see here..." I think hard. What would she not know about me?
"What's my favorite movie?"
Jordan pauses. I stumped her.
"Do you even have one?" she finally says.
"Of course," I straighten my posture. "Everyone has a favorite movie."
"Fine... Um," she rests her head on the palm of her hand. She sits up with a giant smile, "Got it. It's Parent Trap."
"Dangit!" I slap the tree branch.
We both laugh.
We stay together for a few moments, just watching the sun rise a few more inches. "Okay, its been an hour. We should head to the RV."
Jordan nods in agreement. "Okay, just let me do something." She adjusts herself on the tree so she is facing the writing we left when we were seven. She grabs Sky's anklet and unties the scarf. She puts the scarf through the anklet and reties the scarf to the tree. Now, the anklet is blowing with the small beaded ends of the scarf.
We slowly climb out of the tree. Before we grab our bikes, we turn to the tree and put our arms on each other's shoulders.
"Goodbye, Sky," I take a breath. "You were a great older sister. Probably the best."
"We will always love you," Jordan adds. "And we know you are still here."
We grab our bikes and mount them. We ride away from the tree and head to the park.

We arrive within ten minutes. Its completely abandoned. No sign of Turners, no sign of people, not even blood.
"Perfect," I get off the bike and go to the locked fence. "Locked..."
"The key is in my bag," Jordan turned around. "I just managed to grab it."
"You are the best twin ever!" I grab her backpack and find it in the first pocket.
"I know," she pretends to boast.
I turn and unlock the gate. I close the gate behind us and lock it. We bring our bikes to our giant motorhome that is at the far end.
There are only six others. They were probably taken by their owners when they found out about the Turners.
"Please tell me you have the RV keys, too..." I plead.
"Do you even know who you are talking to?" she pulls the lanyard out of her pocket with a whole keychain of keys attached to them.
I smile and take the keys. I fit the key into the slot and turn it. It clicks to unlock.
"Oh, thank God," Jordan says.
I open the door and beckon her inside. I close it behind me and lock it. The old, but welcoming smell fills my nose and makes me smile. It is exactly how we left it. There is a soft couch right as you walk in with a small TV mounted on the wall. The small dining table is just by the end of the couch, and across from that is the tiny, but very organized kitchen. After the kitchen, I see Jordan's and my bunkbeds that we would sleep in. I was always on the bottom, and Jordan was on the top. The back room was for our parents, and Sky usually unfolded the couch to make her bed.
"Oh, my God," I slump down on the couch. "I never thought I would be happier to see this place."
"Me neither," she unhooks her hiking bag. "I'm going to start unpacking."
"Me, too," I heive myself up and start unpacking everything.
In this little park, there are hook-ups, so the RV can run on fresh water and electricity for as long as there is still some left. How much time do we have left until its all gone?
I grab Lily out from my bag and lay her gently on the bottom bunk. I grab the clothes I had stuffed in, that were now all wrinkled, and organize them in the four drawers by my parent's bed.
Jordan and I make our beds and pull out books from the bookshelf that we installed into this place ourselves. The sun is almost under the horizon.
"Remember this bedtime story?"
"Yeah, the lamb who played hide-and-seek," Jordan takes the book from my hand.
"One story, then we will go to bed," I told her.
"Okay," she agrees.
"Okay," I clear my throat and Jordan rests her head on my shoulder. She closes her eyes and listens. "Once there was a happy little lamb who loved to play with his friends. One day, he and his friends decided to play hide-and-seek. 'I've never played this before,' the lamb said. 'It's okay,' the others said. 'We will teach you. All you do is hide and we try to find you!' 'Okay!' the little lamb agreed. But he hid too far away. He waited for his friends to come and find him, but they never did. Scared that he was lost, the lamb continued forward until he saw a giant red barn. Outside of the barn was a pig. 'Do you know where my momma is?' the little lamb asked. 'No, but ask the cow,' the pig oinked. So, the lamb went to the cow."
Jordan yawned. I rested my head on hers and read the rest of the story. "The little lamb said, 'Do you know where my momma is?' 'No, but ask the chicken,' the cow mooed. So, the little lamb went to the chicken. 'Excuse me,' the little lamb asked. 'Do you know where my momma is?' 'Sorry, no.' The little lamb left the farm and went back to his hiding spot. He layed down and began to cry. He was worried he would never see his momma again. Then, a bark came from over the hill. It was Bernie, the little lamb's dog friend! 'Little lamb! Little lamb!' the dog barked. 'Your momma has been looking for you everywhere!' So, Bernie led the little lamb back to his mother. Little lamb was so happy to see his momma again. 'I will always find you,' said the momma. The end..."
Jordan stirs on my shoulder and I feel myself drifting to sleep.
But Jordan ruins it and her head perks up. My head falls and I snap back up to position, looking around for danger.
"What the hell was that?" I snap at my twin.
"Shut up!" she whispers. "Something is outside."
I let out a long moan, "Can we not get a break?"
"Hell no," she slowly stands up. "Its the freaking apocolypse."
"True, now..." I reach for the door. "Stay behind me. It's probably just a Turner outside."
Jordan grabs a kitchen knife from the drawer and aims it from behind me. I slowly lift up the handle and the door creaks open.
"Show me your hands!" a man's voice errupts.
Out of pure shock and instinct, I lift them up, leaving the door to swing open and open all the way.
There is a man that is pointing a flashlight, and a gun, right at the two of us. "Don't move," he warns.
Damn.