So, here is the next chapter. For some reason, this one came to me very quickly so here it is.

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"Alex, are you sure about this?" Ben complained, messing with the rifle in his hands.

Alex sighed as he bent down to reset an empty trap, the fifth one so far. This was the fifth time he had been asked the same question in the last two hours.

"Yes Ben, I'm sure about this."

When everyone first met Ben, everyone seemed to like him...well, everyone except Lilly and Larry. But two days later, things had gone from bad to worse. Food had reached an all time low, and even with the usual disagreements, everyone was getting on everyone elses nerves more than usual. Arguments about trivial things seemed to happened occur every few minutes, and Ben, seemed to be getting yelled at most of the time. Alex wasn't sure if it was mainly because he was the new guy, or even in the last two days, he had seemed to screw up more times than anyone else, but Alex decided the best way to keep his word to Ben about helping him, was to get him out of the Motor Inn for a little while. So, after enough annoying and finally getting the go ahead from Lilly for a hunting trip, he and Ben set out about mid morning. That was three hours ago, and after the first hour, Alex had wished he had left Ben behind. But I need him, Alex thought, as they stopped to check another trap to find it, once again, empty. He's the only other one, besides me, who knows what they look like.

"If the bandits that attacked your group are the same that attacked my last group, we should figure out figure out where they are...to make sure our group doesn't go near that area," Alex continued, getting up, wiping the dirt from his hands, before continuing on, heading for the next trap. Ben quickly followed.

"Besides, there's a good chance we won't find anyone, but if we do, then we can be prepared if they show up. Sound good?"

"Yeah, but...is that all you want to do?" Alex looked over his shoulder at Ben, who was looking at him questioningly. "I mean, you seem to be pretty set on finding these bandits…"

Alex turned his head back, so Ben wouldn't be able to see his face. "I'm just looking out for the group, that's all. All we are going to do is see if we can find the bandits, mark their location and head back. That's all," he lied, hoping Ben couldn't tell. More like figure out their location, head back, then later return and make sure that they can't do what they did to Rachel ever again.

"Johnny, did you grab the extra clips?"

"Naw, man, I told Nate to grab 'em"

I know those voices. The voices had come out of nowhere, but sounded like they were ahead of Alex and Ben. Not wanting to be seen, Alex crouched down, drew his pistol from his pants, and looked around. His sight landed on Ben and saw that he was still standing, looking around like an idiot. Alex sighed, before grabbing him, and pulling him down beside him. Ben looked he was about to say something, so Alex motioned him to be silent, before moving behind some nearby bushes. Ben quickly followed.

"But I told you to grab them!"

"Yeah, well, I didn't want to!"

Alex lifted his head and saw two guys standing in a clearing, arguing. One was holding a shotgun, the other a crossbow. Alex felt his finger slowly moving toward the trigger when he saw that both of them wore Save-Lots vests. Its them...the ones that killed my group and raped Rachel, Alex thought, as hatred he felt toward them came flooding back. I should just kill them now. Shoot both of them before they realized what happened...but, then I wouldn't be able to figure out where the rest of them, to make them suffer as well. It took all his self-control not to pull that trigger.

"You idiot, Nate didn't even come with us!" The one with the shotgun shouted at the other guy.

"It's not my fault you told Nate to say back at camp, you asshole!" The other one, John, shouted back.

"We don't have time for this; we need to get back to camp before Jake gets pissed." Shotgun guy said, as he turned and started walking back toward the woods, on the opposite side of the clearing from where Alex and Ben were hiding.

"Hey, I'm not done talking to you. Come back here!" John shouted, as he took after shotgun guy.

Alex waited until both of them had reached the other side of the clearing and entered the woods. "Alright, Ben, let's go before…" He looked to where Ben had been crouching, only to see him hurrying back into the woods, opposite of where the guys went.

Alex crouched there, dumbfounded. He ditched me...why the hell would he do that? Now what do I? Do I go after the people who raped my friend? Or, go after the person who I said I would help try and stay alive?

"Fuck!" Alex said to himself, as he got up, holstered his gun, and took off after Ben. It took him a few minutes before he found Ben, sitting under a tree, hugging the rifle, as if it was the only thing keeping him from crying. Alex walked over over till he stood right in front of him.

"Ben, you can't just run off like that. I mean, what were you thinking? I thought we agreed that we would try and track the bandits?"

Ben looked up Alex. "I'm sorry. I just couldn't handle the thought of having to deal with them."

"Why not?" Alex asked, as he sat down next to Ben. "You told me that those bandits attacked your group and killed basically everyone? Don't you want revenge?"

"Yeah, but, I'm not sure if everyone got killed." Ben looked at Alex, with a look of regret and anger. Alex looked at him questioningly. "When the bandits attacked the school, whoever they were, I heard them mentioning something about capturing the girls and well…I don't know if they managed to do it, but if they do have any of my classmates, I want to go after them."

"Then why didn't you want to trail them to their camp?"

"Because," Ben continued, "what if they don't have anyone there? What if they accidentally killed everyone and no one's left? That would mean that I have no one left...I don't know what happened to my family, and if there is the slight chance that someone from my school could still be alive, I want to hold onto that hope…"

"I think I understand," Alex started. "I went through something like you did."

He then told of what had happened when the apocalypse occurred. From the loss of his group to the death of his dad to the loss of Rachel, he told every gruesome detail, to try and help Ben understand that he really did understand what he was going through. Even though some of what he told had happened months ago, it still was difficult for Alex to tell it, but he knew that Ben needed to hear it. He did refrain from telling about Lee killing his uncle and the Alex's forgiveness of him. Lee will tell the group when he feels like it. Ben sat there in silence, taking it all in.

"You see now Ben," Alex finished, "that's why I wanted to track them. So I could make sure that they never did that to anyone ever again."

"I didn't know it meant that much to you," Ben exclaimed. "Maybe we can still find them…"

"No, its too late for that," Alex said as he got up and stretched. "We've been gone from camp long enough. Besides," he continued, as he helped Ben up, "we can always go 'hunting' again soon."

They headed back toward camp, each caught up in their own thoughts. Eventually, I will get them and make them pay, Alex thought as they drew nearer to the camp. And then, I can go find the men who killed my father.

When they finally reached the road by the Motor Inn, it was late afternoon. Alex and Ben, both tired and exhausted, barely paid any attention as they opened the gate and went inside. As they walked in, Alex stopped, realizing how empty it was. Ben continued on, oblivious as ever, but Alex slowly drew out his gun and began to look around.

Nothing was out of the ordinary, except for the fact that Alex could see no one. Supplies were still lying around, and it didn't look as if a fight occurred. Ben went and sat in one of the chairs. Alex was about to call him over when he heard a voice.

"Oh, there you are!"

Alex turned quickly to see Carley coming around the RV, with a covered basket in her hands. He relaxed, holstered the pistol, and headed toward her. Ben, seeing Carley, quickly got up and headed over towards Alex and her.

"What took you guys so long?" Carley said, as she stopped in front of Alex. "We thought you would be back hours ago."

"Yeah, sorry. Some things came up and it took us longer than expected," Alex said, as Ben walked up. Carley waited for a moment, seeing if he would explain. When he didn't, she shrugged.

"Well, glad you guys came back in one piece. And, I see you didn't manage to find anything?" The boys both shook their heads. "Luckily, we don't need it!"

Alex looked at her in surprise. Six hours ago, and we were facing the threat of starvation. Now, we're being told that it's ok that we didn't find any food. What happened?

"Soon after you guys left, two men showed up and offered us to make us a deal: trade our gas for food," Carley continued, grinning at Alex's face of surprise. "Even though they seemed nice, naturally, we thought it was a trick, so Mark, Lee, and I went with them to check out where they lived. On the way there, we came across two bandits. They didn't see us, luckily, and they ended up killing one another." Wonder if that they were the same that we saw earlier? "We continued on and the place they got all the food from, it turned out to be a dairy!"

Alex felt his blood freeze. No, it can't be them...can it?

"To prove they were telling the truth, their mother came out and gave us some homemade biscuits. Here, we saved some for you guys when you got back." Carley opened the basket to reveal five biscuits sitting there. Ben gasped before stuffing his face, but Alex stood there in shock, as the smell of the biscuits made memories came flooding back.

"Are their names the St. Johns?" Alex was shaking with anger, barely able to contain it.

"Well, yeah it was,"Carley answered, surprised, "how do you know that?"

"We have to go!" Alex said, as he took off at run toward the RV.

"Wait, why?" Carley said. She handed the basket to Ben, who continued to enjoy the biscuits, as she hurried after Alex.

"Because our group is in trouble!" Alex made it inside and started opening up cabinets, grabbing any supplies and ammunition he thought they would need.

"Alex, stop for a moment!" She shouted as she came inside and saw what he was doing.

Alex stopped for a moment, before continuing to pack. Carley grabbed him, spun him around, and stared into his eyes.

"Tell me what's going on."

Alex stared back. "The St. John's are the one's that murdered and ate most of my last group, including my father." Carley gasped and took a step back, allowing Alex to turn from her and continue to pack. "And that's exactly what they have planned for our group if we don't hurry over and stop them. Do you remember where it is?"

Carley, overcoming the shock, nodded. "Yeah, I do. Let's go."

They hurried out of the RV to find Ben, eating the last biscuits. He started to stammer an apology, but Alex cut him off.

"I don't care if you ate all of those goddamn biscuit; just stay put and guard the Inn. We will be back shortly."

Alex and Carley hurried to gate and headed out, with Carley in the lead and Alex following. We will stop them and make sure they don't eat any of our group. Because, this time, Alex thought, as he pulled out his pistol and cocked it, they won't live to get the chance.

If you have made it this far, congrats. It makes me feel better to that some people have stuck with this fanfic so far. Also, I'm ending this fanfic at the end of the episode Starved For Help, and I can't decide if I want to continue to the next episode, or jump to Season 2. I'm going to set up a poll, so if you have actually kept up with this, please vote.

Thanks for everything!