It's been a while, right? Or has it been too quick? Anyways, there's gotta be a story after the whole ordeal with the Piranhas! Here comes the eleventh chapter of the story! Hope you enjoy reading this!

Arc 2 will contain Chapters 11-20.

Arc 2

-Day 4-

Light flickered on the stairways as Tim Crowley ran past the windows.

Running up to the 17th floor was tedious and exhausting, but Tim couldn't risk exposing his face to the cameras in the elevator. The papers and documents in his hands remained unopened, but the longer he waited, the higher the chances he would be caught reading private military documents.

After some tiring minutes, Tim reached an office room, which has been transformed into makeshift rooms with the help of bed covers hanging from clotheslines separating each 'room'. He swiftly walked around the maze of bed covers, keeping his head low until someone placed her hand on his shoulder.

"Mr. Hilda," said Angelica, a mother from Huntington Oaks. "One of the soldiers came by and offered each of us a cup of coffee. Of course, I got one for you."

"I'm good," said Tim.

"Go ahead and try it," said Mark, Angelica's husband.

"Don't worry," said Angelica. "It's not decaf."

Tim turned over to Angelica, surprised to hear what she said.

"Why'd you say that?" he asked.

"Well, I simply overheard one of your conversations the other day... and I found out you don't drink decaf."

"What else did you hear?"

Tim looked at Angelica, who chuckled nervously.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop," said Angelica.

"We're sorry, Mr. Hilda," said Mark. "We didn't mean any offense. We just wanted to learn a bit more about you. We did help get you here."

"That's right. You don't talk to us much. And I know we shouldn't be pushy..."

"Right, right."

"...but we don't even know your first name."

Tim looked at Angelica and sighed.

"Thank you... but I'm good," said Tim.

"Mr. Hilda..." said Mark.

Tim began walking away.

Mark and Angelica both sighed before Carol stood up from her mattress.

"If he doesn't want it, then I'll take it," said Carol, grabbing the coffee cup from Angelica's hands.

Tim moved a bed cover away from his face and entered his 'room.' There, he saw his friend, Jonathan Simmons, spinning around in a swivel chair before he stopped and stared back at Tim.

"You're kind of spinning."

"Focus," said Tim. "I got something."

"Yeah? Something important?"

Tim nodded before realizing he could be eavesdropped on right now. He then placed down the documents on the table near a wall and walked out of his 'room.'

"I don't know, I thought the coffee was a good idea," said Angelica.

"Well..." muttered Mark before he turned to look at Tim. "Mr. Hilda!"

"Any of you guys feeling hungry?" asked Tim.

"Well, I did eat a tuna sandwich just minutes-"

Angelica elbowed Mark lightly. She then smiled and looked at Tim.

"Why ask?" asked Angelica.

"I'll eat with you guys. Talk a bit. Maybe reveal my first name. But only on one condition."

"Yeah?"

"We eat here."

"No problem!"

"Go on ahead. I'll wait for you guys."

"Sure thing!"

Mark and Angelica left the office floor, prompting Tim to smile before he looked at Carol, who was still inside the office room. However, she had headphones on while reading The Crucible. He then walked back to his 'room.'

Jonathan was peeking into the folder of documents, seeing dozens of grids and blueprints. He took out some blueprints and laid them out.

"So what's this?" asked Jonathan.

"A bunch of classified information that I haven't read yet," said Tim. "But us two... we're going to read 'em and try to make sense of them."

"I see. Operation Exodus. This looks interesting."

Jonathan shuffled through the pages, skimming through the information as Tim looked at the blueprints.

"Holy shit."

"What is it?" asked Tim.

"This is big. This is fucking big."

Tim looked at the page Jonathan was looking at. His eyes widened as he saw pictures of the buildings in the Detroit Safe-Zone with a label on top of it: 'DAY 10 TARGETS. NAPALM.'

-Day 9-

"I repeat, if you are heading to Detroit, turn away now. This area will be firebombed one day from now."

Tim cranked the radio, switching frequencies. He then continued with his warning to the local area.

"Hello. This is a survivor speaking from the Detroit Safe-Zone. It is not safe in here. I repeat, it is not safe in here. This is a warning for everyone."

General Black listened in to the radio, fuming as he snapped his pencil in half.

"Tomorrow, the soldiers here are going to enact a major evacuation of all minors through the use of underground bunkers."

Lieutenant Lead stormed into an office room, demanding information about a man named Tim Crowley. However, the survivors inside the room were only confused and frightened as the soldiers looked around, trying to find Tim.

"He will order the rogue soldiers to slaughter anyone inside the buildings in Detroit. Those who manage to escape… will be captured by the rogues…"

General Black then entered the room and apologized to the survivors, telling them he's only trying to search for a potential terrorist.

"The Safe-Zone will be bombed by napalm. All the buildings will burn to the ground while the minors are left without their parents…"

Tim Crowley recorded Gerald Brooker in his tape, "The Truth about the Safe-Zone." Jonathan Simmons stood on guard by the door.

"The remaining hostages will be transported into Royal Woods where Operation Exodus will soon take place."

Gerald Brooker headed downstairs, nervously wiping his glasses. He read a note from his brother and clenched his teeth before burning it with a lighter.

"The adults will be transported to a designated area set up by K.H.A.N., that is the group responsible for the spread of the necrosis influenza disease. And they will be subjected to horrible experiments."

Gerald Brooker screamed, getting himself caught by the rogues.

"It's all a part of a grand plan. This is what they believe. 'Those who enter a Safe-Zone believing in an easy solution are not fit for survival. However, their children can't be blamed for the actions of their foolish parents. The children that are able to escape the herd that they will inevitably encounter are fit to inhabit the new world that will be formed after Day 10'. Yup, you heard that right. Watch out for Detroit."

A gunshot sounded from below the General's building. General Black calmed the refugees down, convincing them that his soldiers eliminated a terrorist threatening the lives of everyone.

"I repeat, if you are heading to Detroit, turn away now. This area will be firebombed one day from now."

Jonathan Simmons looked into the mirror and congratulated Dr. Frederick for his successful plastic surgery. He now appeared identical to Tim Crowley. He smiled as Tim cringed slightly.

"Are my bags really that... pronounced?" asked Tim.

"Shit, it's an exact copy," said Jonathan. "Hope you can excuse yellowface this one time."

Tim chuckled slightly before frowning. He sighed deeply and looked at his friend.

"Are you sure... you want to do this?" asked Tim.

"Never been more sure about anything. All my worst fears have been realized, Tim. My family's gone. World has gone to shit. And the rogues... they've already gone. But your family... they're still out there. You still have something to fight for."

Tim nodded. However, he kept looking down.

"Shit, you can't even look at me. Is it because of the way I look? 'I have been, and always shall be, your friend.'"

Tim looked up at his friend and smiled. He then grabbed Jonathan's hand and gave him a hug.

"I'll miss you," said Tim.

"Me too."

Jonathan loaded his gun and took the elevator while Tim took the stairs, carrying his radio inside his backpack.

The plan progressed as Jonathan Simmons ran towards the gate, firing his pistol at a guard. He then ran outside of the Safe-Zone while Tim cut open a hole in the mesh fences. He then shoved himself through and out the fence, making his escape undetected. He then heard multiple gunshots, causing him to flinch.

He paused for a second and let out a deep sigh before running ahead to a house. He climbed up a ladder into the attic of the house where there was a small window.

The cobwebs and spiders infested the dark corners of the attic. Tim peeked out of the window and looked at the gates with his binoculars. He saw one of the soldiers shoot Jonathan in the head.

He quickly looked away and sighed, letting out tears. He then took out a bottle of water and sipped it. He sighed again, surrounded by nothing but darkness and loneliness.

He then took out his radio and switched the frequencies on it. As he grabbed the microphone, he paused and looked out the window again.

There was no explosion. General Black was still alive. Gerald Brooker failed to kill him.

Worried that General Black forced information out of Gerald, including the frequency that Tim was using to contact Sherry, Tim put down the microphone and kept quiet. He didn't want anyone listening in.

"Shit," whispered Tim. "I'm sorry, Vonda. Please... be patient. I'm coming. I promise."

Tim sighed once more as he turned off the radio.

Chapter 11: Justice in the Somber Nights

I - Bleak

PRESENT DAY

-Day 58-

The roamers swung their hands on the windows of the blue vehicle, moving their jaws up and down. The wind blew the saliva that dripped from their mouths, burning a monster-like image into the minds of the children. Their yellow eyes seemed to glow in a demonic manner as the sky darkened and the shadows of the trees appeared in front of Vanzilla.

The children huddled closer together, with Bobby attempting to find a solution to get the roamers away from the van. The van kept shaking, with roamers shaking the van. Some of the children were ready to cry, while the others were frozen in fear.

Lily cried, not making the situation any better.

"Hey, Lil, please don't cry," whispered Bobby. "They're gonna hear us. Please."

"It's not going to be okay!" exclaimed Tabby as she noticed one of the windows cracked slightly. "What are we going to do? I don't want to die!"

"I don't want to die either!" sobbed Darcy. "Save us, Bobby!"

"Darcy, please calm down," said Bobby. "We're not going to die."

"Bobby, you have to do something!" whimpered Leni. "Please, I'm too young to die!"

"I don't know what to do, Leni. I wish I did know, but…"

"We're going to die!" sobbed Zach.

Bobby panted heavily as the children were all looking to him for an answer. He then began to grab his head and shake as he succumbed to the pressure.

"Hey!" yelled Ronnie Anne. "Everyone, SHUT UP!"

The thumping of the roamers' fists and mouths grew louder as the cries quieted down. The van continued to shake violently.

The children focused their attention on Bobby's younger sister, who frightened them enough to keep their eyes away from the windows.

Noticing that everyone calmed down, Lily's cry softened until she was just sniffling.

"We're not going to die!" exclaimed Ronnie Anne. "Did you guys forget about Lori and the others? They're gonna back. All we have to do... is hold out."

"I wish there was some way we can contact them to make them come faster," said Lincoln. "I could try using my walkie-talkie, but I doubt it would connect to their channel."

"May I tinker with it?" asked Lisa.

Lincoln handed his walkie-talkie to Lisa.

A roamer then threw its own head at a window, making the kids jump. Another roamer cracked another window, causing Darcy to shriek as it stared at her.

"The roamers might break inside before the others get here!" exclaimed Tabby.

"In that case, grab your weapons!" said Ronnie Anne. "Kill them only if they get inside! Don't smash any windows and don't try to provoke them!"

Blood stopped pouring out of Doug's van. A couple roamers passed by it, not minding the corpse inside it. There was no reason to pay attention to a corpse living among them.

A turned-Doug limped out of the van, moving its head around. Hearing thumps nearby, Roamer Doug walked towards the van. However, in a blink of an eye, its head was shoved into the damaged van and stabbed with an ice pickaxe, causing its blood to splatter all over the shattered windshield. Roamer Doug dropped to the ground as Sam pulled out her ice pickaxe out of its head.

The thumps became less frequent as the roamers turned around from the windows of Vanzilla.

Dana swung her machete at one of the roamers.

Becky rushed out of the RV holding a machete as well and sliced a roamer's head off.

Wavehead dug a trench knife inside of a roamer's head.

Luna followed Sam and beat the roamers approaching the girls with her crowbar.

Richard walked steadily towards the van, letting out a yell before killing a roamer.

The children watched both in awe and fear.

Bobby felt his heart warm up as the group returned to save them. However, his warm heart turned cold as soon as he saw Lori, gasping in disbelief.

Her eyes were bruised, her lips were bleeding, her nose, cheeks, jaw, and many other facial parts were lacerated. Despite her wounds, she walked through the fight that her group were leading, with an AK-47 in her hands.

Lincoln smiled in relief, knowing that whatever moment of distress Lori went through, she made it out alive.

George and David fought off the roamers that approached them and Lori. They looked at her as she continued to walk past her group members.

Lori's stride resembled one of a warrior who walked out of battle with her sword after a long battle.

She then stood in front of the headlights of Vanzilla, seeing the corpses that lay around the van. She looked inside, seeing everyone looking back at her in shock.

A sigh of relief came out of her lips as she walked to the driver's side of the car.

Carol then tapped her on the shoulder.

"Lori. Come with me to the RV."

"Why?"

"I have to fix you up."

"I'm fine."

"Lori, look in the mirror."

Lori looked at a side mirror, noticing how beat up her face was. She grumbled, seeing the damage that Sherry inflicted upon her. She looked in the mirror and looked at her cuts once again and the bruise around her neck. Rubbing her neck softly, she followed Carol to the RV.

"George, you can go ahead and keep driving my van. Sergei, go ahead and drive Chunk's van. We gotta go back to Chaz's car and get our weapons back. Then we can go ahead and continue to Houlton."

The group gazed at Lori. Some looked confused, and the looks of confusion perplexed Lori. She then noticed David looking at her with his arms crossed.

Lori quickly realized what she did.

"Oh, sorry, force of habit. You're the leader."

"No, it's alright. It's the right call. Simple and straight to the point."

Lori smiled before she walked into the RV with Carol.

David turned towards George.

"So... still planning on coming with us?" asked David.

"Yeah," nodded George. "Got nowhere to call home anyways..."

"Alright. We're leaving now."

George nodded as David headed for his RV. He then saw Richard passing by, who clenched his teeth and held in his rage. The stare he gave George was a bitter one.

Richard then went into the RV with David.

George shook his head and sighed before entering the driver's seat of Vanzilla. He started the van and drove it over to Chaz's car, which was down the road.

After a minute, all the vehicles were parked next to Chaz's car.

Lana came out of Vanzilla as Sergei walked over to the car along with some of the others. She inspected the car.

The wheels were flat, the windshield was shattered, the mirrors were gone, and bullet holes riddled the vehicle.

"This car can't be fixed anymore," said Lana. "It's too damaged."

"We can do fine with three cars," said Lori. "We have 28 people. Fourteen people in Vanzilla. Ten people in the RV. Four people in the van. We can move the remaining boxes of weapons to the van. We don't need the empty ones anymore."

"Let's move them out quickly then," said Luan. "I can't see anything in this darkness."

About a dozen minutes passed as the group returned to the 7-Eleven where they kept their belongings.

The vehicles parked at the gas station. The group members came out of their respective vehicles and walked over to the convenience store to grab their belongings before they came to a grinding halt.

"Look..." whispered Lincoln.

The group members pointed their flashlights at a lone roamer that was knelt down by Darcy's sleeping tent. The roamer turned around, its glowing eyes reflecting the light from the flashlights, which revealed the blood on its teeth and the dead raccoon in its hands.

The roamer was John, and it was eating the raccoon.

"Don't worry," sighed Lynn. "I'll take care of this asshole."

Roamer John growled as it lowered the partially-consumed raccoon. An arrow then struck the roamer's skull, dropping it to the ground as blood seeped into Darcy's backpack.

"Sorry about the backpack."

Bobby shuddered as he lightly moved the corpse away from the backpack. He then began to take out the contents from inside to place it inside his own bag, not wanting Darcy to have a bloodied backpack.

Lori limped to Vanzilla and sat on the passenger seats behind the driver's seat.

Darcy sat in between her and Bobby, though she couldn't help but stare up at Lori only. The multiple bandages on Lori's face that covered up her cuts and bruises made her appear less hideous, but it was still weird for Darcy.

Richard remained on the front passenger seat of the RV, holding Missy's safari vest. His hands were shaking with rage, so much so that it almost frightened him. However, upon looking at Vonda in the distance, he could understand why.

Vonda grabbed her backpack and walked out of the 7-Eleven on her own. She then paused and stood as the survivors walked over to the vehicles. In this moment, she felt secluded, standing alone as the wind blew against her hair.

George then stood next to her.

"Hey, Vonda. How are you holding up?"

Vonda took a deep breath.

"I just want this night to be over," she whispered.

George nodded. He understood all too well what Vonda was feeling. The two then walked to Vanzilla, as the somber night continued to grow darker.

-One Month Later-

Crows cawed in the distance.

The hot air waved like water over the sizzling pavement.

The sun was beating on the survivors walking across a road in an abandoned highway.

Each step Lori took with her shoes was hot to the touch. She wiped the sweat off her face, which only had a few scars left. She felt lightheaded.

Darcy coughed before groaning. Her face was reddened by the hot sun, and she seemed like she was going to collapse any second now.

"Over there," said Lori, pointing at a large tree.

Lori and Darcy walked off the side of the highway as a few group members followed her. They then took cover under the shade of the tree.

Bobby took out his water canister, which was also hot to the touch like everything else was. He placed a rag over it and handed it to Darcy.

"Thank you," whispered Darcy.

Darcy took a few sips from the canister before offering it back to Bobby.

"You can take the rest," said Bobby.

"Are you sure?" asked Darcy.

Bobby was parched. His throat felt dry and his skin was clammy. He was tempted to take the canister back.

"Yeah," he said.

Darcy moved the canister back to her lips and drank the rest of the water.

David walked up to Bobby.

"You can take the rest," said David, offering his water canister.

Bobby was about to grab it before seeing Clyde breathing heavily as he limped towards the shade. He then pointed at Clyde.

"He needs it more than me," said Bobby.

David nodded and walked over to Clyde.

Need some water, kid?" asked David.

"Yes, please," said Clyde. "Thank you."

Clyde took the canister and took three sips before handing it back to David. He shook his head.

"Bobby wants you to keep it. He doesn't need it."

"Well, I don't want to take any more than I have to."

"Kid..."

"If I need more later, I'll ask for more."

David looked down at Clyde. He was still clearly thirsty, but with the group members looking at him, he didn't want to appear weak.

"Alright, I'll keep it for now," said David. "Just don't faint on me."

Clyde nodded before placing his crutches against the tree and slowly lowering himself down.

Lincoln followed him and sat on the opposite side of him while Lynn stayed outside of the shade. He turned around and gave her a perplexed look.

"What?" asked Lynn.

"You don't want to sit in the shade?" asked Lincoln.

Lynn shook her head.

"I don't need it," she said.

"That's right," said Richard. "We can't stop."

"We're just taking a break," said David, rubbing his stubble.

Sergei walked under the shade and placed an empty jerry can down while Lana tossed away a plastic tube to make space for herself on the shaded grass.

"The longer we stay out here, the harder we make it for ourselves," said Richard. "Sun ain't coming down soon. And from the looks of it, it ain't gonna rain. So we best keep moving unless y'all wanna die from dehydration."

"We shouldn't split up," said Lori.

"Like hell we shouldn't. You guys can't keep up. Not that I give a damn. But don't drag the rest of us down."

"We don't split up."

"Didn't know we take orders from you. I'm gonna keep going ahead. Anyone wanna join, feel free to."

"David?"

"I'm sorry, but we have to split up," said David. "The little girl's had enough. She deserves more than a few minutes of rest."

Lori frowned bitterly as Richard nodded.

"Don't worry, we'll come back soon," said Richard. "If not, we'll let you know by walkie. Come on."

"You can go on ahead. I'll stay with the others."

"Don't tell me this heat is too much for you."

"Well..."

David removed the canister from his belt and tossed it over to Clyde, who caught it with his hands.

"...I can't keep up if I don't have water."

Richard lowered his eyebrows with indignation. He scoffed and began walking away.

"I'll come with," said Becky.

"Me too," said Dana.

"Still got plenty of water on me," said Wavehead.

"Word," said D.

"Let's go then," said Richard.

Lynn then walked away to join them but not before pausing as Lincoln called out to her.

"Wait!" gasped Lincoln. "Where are you going?"

"What does if look like I'm doing?" said Lynn. "I'm joining 'em."

"At least let me come with you."

"Don't worry 'bout me, Lincoln. Just stay under your shade with the rest of them."

Lynn continued walking ahead before Lincoln stood up.

"Lincoln!" gasped Clyde weakly.

Lincoln jogged ahead. He then placed his hand on Lynn's shoulder.

"Hey!" growled Lynn.

"I'm sorry, just— you don't have to go."

"Lincoln, I ran for 90 minutes in 90 degree weather before. This is nothing."

"It's not that. It's just... you've been acting weird these past weeks."

"Weird? How so?"

"You haven't been talking to us, you keep avoiding us, Clyde says you can't have a conversation with him that lasts longer than a minute. It's like you're shutting yourself to the rest of us. Again!"

"How about you mind your own business?"

"You know... we all cared about Lucy too."

Lynn stopped in her tracks.

"We don't have to talk about this," said Lynn.

"We do. We should heal together as a family."

"Heal together? No, I have to stay away from you guys as much as possible. Heal without me."

"Why?"

"Because everything's my fault."

"Lynn..."

"Just shut up and let me finish. First, I couldn't protect Lola and Clyde from the roamers back in New York. Lola's dead and Clyde can never walk without his crutches ever again! Then…"

Lynn cleared her throat as she held back tears. She didn't want to seem weak again, but here she was, pouring out her emotions, she thought to herself.

"I told Francisco to run to the RV. I told Lucy to stay inside the RV. I sent both of them to their deaths. I'm bad luck, Linc. It was never anyone or anything else. It was me this whole time. So it's just best if I stay away from you guys."

"Lynn, that's nonsense. You're not bad luck! It's just the way this world is and you have no control over it."

"Can't stop me from believing it. Stay with Lori."

Lynn walked forward again, joining Richard and the others.

Lincoln remained still. He lowered his eyes and felt defeated. He then felt someone place their left hand on his shoulders.

"I kinda overheard what you two were talkin' about," said Tabby. "Not gonna lie... I feel kinda the same way. Only... I'm willing to hear you out so that you can change my mind."

Lincoln nodded. He walked with Tabby, joining the rest of the group back under the tree shade.

Vonda, meanwhile, walked away from the group and moved across the road. She scratched her neck while grumbling to herself. Her dry throat attacked her with a variety of negative-riddled emotions.

She then heard a voice and looked ahead, drawing her bow towards the voice.

"Hey there, my daughter."

Vonda's pupils dilated. On the other side of the road, there was a ghostly figure with a bullet hole on its forehead. The figure was wearing a blue vest, the same one Vonda received from her mother.

"Am I even allowed to call you that?"

"I... I don't want you to," whispered Vonda. "What are you doing here?"

"I see that you're lost. Your group ran out of gas in the middle of fucking nowhere in Massachusetts. Want me to help? Or do you just want me to get shot and tossed into a river? I know you would. You did that to me after all."

"No, that was you! You put yourself into that position! I gave you a second chance! But you wasted it! You deserved to die!"

The figure cackled as Vonda hissed with anger. She yelled as she released the arrow on her bow.

"Vonda!" yelled George.

Vonda quickly turned her head towards the group under the large tree's shade, noticing that David held his hand by his holster.

George stood tall, ready to walk towards her.

"Something's wrong? You shouted remarks at the roamer before you killed it."

Vonda looked across the road, seeing a dead roamer with an arrow in its skull.

"I… I'm fine."

"You need some shade," said George. "Put down the bow and lie down in the grass with us."

"I can't. She could still be around here."

"She?"

"My mother, of course," replied Vonda bluntly. "You guys saw her, right?"

George shook his head softly as David moved his hand away from the holster.

"You definitely need some shade," said David.

Vonda closed her eyes and palmed her temples. She shook her head and let out a deep sigh before walking towards the giant tree.

George looked at her, wondering why she was hallucinating her mother. He was concerned.

"How do you feel?" asked George.

"Not so good," replied Vonda. "I'm thirsty. Hungry. I'm losing my mind. I'm seeing things that aren't there."

"It's the heat. Our supplies are running out quicker than we can scavenge them. But we will come across something. Keep your hopes high."

"I didn't kill you. I didn't kill you."

"What?"

Vonda's breathing paced more rapidly and she started shivering.

"Nothing," she said. "Sorry."

George placed his hand on her shoulder and looked at her with reassuring eyes.

"It's okay. We'll get more supplies. Just relax."

"I didn't kill my own mother, right?"

"No. Of course not."

"I could've allowed you guys to take her to Houlton with us. I could've given her another chance."

"That wouldn't have been so smart. Just remember, no one is to blame for her death but her."

Vonda nodded. She then nodded before whispering weakly.

"George? Why do you care so much about me?"

"No one deserves to feel alone," said George.

Vonda smiled softly. George then leaned against the tree as Vonda sat next to his legs.

At the neighboring tree, Lincoln and Tabby were talking. Ronnie Anne watched them, noticing how often she was touching Lincoln. She glared at Tabby's hands before Tabby hugged Lincoln. Her eyes widened before they released each other. As the two joined the rest of the group, Ronnie Anne looked away.

"Hey, Lincoln," said Lori.

"Hey, Lori. What is it?"

"Why don't you come with me?"

"Where are we going?"

"We're gonna look for something."

David looked at Lori.

"Thought you didn't want to split up," said David.

"Don't worry, we won't be far," said Lori.

"Shouting distance?"

"Yeah. And if not..."

Lori waved a walkie-talkie in her hand.

"Alright," said David.

Lori and Lincoln walked into the thicket of trees and bushes, moving farther away from the highway. The former held a hatchet in her hand while the latter held a knife.

After a few seconds, they were gone from sight.