The RV moved in the road, leaving the outskirts of Boston. Lynn was sharpening her arrows along with Vonda. Vonda tapped on Lynn's shoulders and pointed out of the back of the RV window at a sign. The sign said, 'Entering Lynn'.

"More like 'Leaving Lynn'," said Lynn.

Both girls softly chuckled, and that was the most laughter that anyone in the group made for the day.

Becky and D held each other's hand while napping, while Dana laid her head on Jason's lap as he rubbed her head. After the incident yesterday, Jason has been talking to her more, she like the feeling of being close to him that it made her blush. She couldn't help but remember the cold look in Lori's eyes, she thought that here friend lost here humanity when they wiped out the Piranhas now she was questioning if it was true or not.

Lisa tapped on Clyde's shoulder, waking him up. Clyde rubbed his eyes and put his glasses back on his face.

"What is it, Lisa?" yawned Clyde.

"I've been pondering about this for quite some time," said Lisa. "Do you wish me to construct a prosthetic leg for you? It would be more convenient for you and crucial for your survival in this world. But I get it if you don't want me to."

"Lisa, yes you could. You should. These crutches bother me and I feel like a burden to everyone in the group."

"Okay, Clyde. I won't fail you this time."

"Lisa, you have never failed me. You saved my life. Don't beat yourself up for something greater that you couldn't achieve. Some things aren't within your control."

"I understand, Clyde. Thank you."

"Are you going to make Lucy a prosthetic arm too?"

"Yes. I ready informed her and she agreed for me to make one."

Lisa went back to her seat and reached into her backpack. She took out a notepad and a pen and began to sketch in it. Lana chewed on a beef jerky while watching what Lisa was drawing. She scratched her head and squinted at the designs, units, and numbers in the notepad. What she understood was the image that Lisa put on the sheet of paper. It was an image of a mechanical arm and leg. It wasn't just a prosthetic arm and leg. Lisa was going for something greater, for something that she could achieve.

"Isn't this the most satisfactory design your eyes have ever laid on?" gasped Lisa.

"Yeah… what is that?" asked Lana. "I thought you were going to make a plastic leg and arm or something."

"This is going to be unlike anything you ever found in a dumpster. This will be a top-notch bionic leg and arm. Want to help me build it?"

Lana nodded her head. She tore off another piece of beef jerky with her teeth and looked down at Lisa's backpack. There were tons of notebook, but one stood out. It was titled by Lisa, 'How to Construct a Society'. The RV bumped on a small rock in the road, causing the notebooks to jump and shuffle. For a split second, Lana saw mostly empty pages in the notebook, leading her to sigh in defeat.

David looked ahead in the road, with small bandages in his face, while thinking about striking a conversation with Richard. He did, and Richard knew what David wanted to talk about.

"Bret and his group… they mentioned something about you trying shooting Jake while finding his walkie-talkie and pieces of his shirt and blood," said David. "Jason told me you tried kill him."

Richard remained silent while looking out the windshield. David continued talking.

"You've been behaving sort of strange these past few weeks. Is there something you're not coughing up? Something's wrong and I can tell. It's all this tension that you're giving off in the air."

Richard looked down at his map. He blinked once before letting his eyes wander to his side of the window.

"I can understand that what happened back in New York was hectic–"

"I tried to kill that young man. Son of a bitch was only two years older than Bobby. He was just lying in a ditch with a broken wrist, begging me for mercy. I thought that by shooting him, I was going to save our group, but I didn't think about the consequences…. After what Bret said and what Jason told us what was going to happen that night. I can't shake the image of the campfire out of my head."

"I see now," said David. "It isn't your fault, man. Shit happens that we can't control. That's just how life works."

"You're lucky I got there in time to stop you. Next time think before you shoot, because your actions could have get someone killed," said Jason.

"Jason it's fine no one died thanks to you, so let's leave it at that," said David.

The RV, Vanzilla, and the other van continued moving in the road, passing by the roamers in the side of the road.

Another day passed when the three vehicles left Massachusetts, leaving the terrible incident that happened the day before yesterday in that state. Lori sat behind George, who was driving her father's van, while she lay her head on Bobby's shoulder and Darcy was sleeping on her lap.

Lynn sat in the back of the RV again, next to Vonda, thinking about the fate of all the survivors in the group. She was hit with the realization that, maybe, just maybe, she wasn't bad luck after all.

"I'm stupid, right?" asked Lynn. "I thought that by staying away from the people closest to me, they would be safer. The truth is… we would be safer if we all stick together."

"Yeah, that's true," said Vonda. "I feel safe with you guys."

Lynn smiled. Vonda opened her arms and hugged Lynn.

"So, does this mean you're not going to avoid your family?" asked Vonda.

"Yeah. Anyone in this group could die tomorrow or the next day. I need to be with my family for as long as possible."

The RV, Vanzilla, and the other van stopped on a lakeside in New Hampshire by a nearby forest, with the passengers wondering what the day had in store for them.

David and Richard entered the cottage by the lake and found fishing gear and equipment. Lori and Luan nodded at each other, knowing that they could fish for food.

"There's a small paddle boat over there," said Benny, pointing at a small boardwalk a few meters away.

"Then, it's settled," said David. "We're going to fish."

"I could go some fish," said Meli. "What about you Darcy?"

Darcy just nodded her head, still a little shaken from yesterday events.

Luna walked inside the RV with a wooden splint in her left leg, using Lori's old makeshift cane to get around. She looked for painkillers as Sam held her right hand. Carol assisted Luna in looking for painkillers, by searching in the cabinet above the sofa.

"Here you go. I would recommend taking small doses, so you don't become dependent on these," said Carol, holding a bottle of oxycodone.

"Thanks, dude. How much is a small dose?" asked Luna. "Just one tablet should do for now. If it gets worse, tell me."

Luna and Sam left the RV, while Carol remained inside. She lied in the sofa and sighed, pressing her hands against her face. She stood up and placed the bottle of oxycodone back into the cabinet. However, she hesitated to close the cabinet. She looked around and bit her lower lips. She closed the cabinet and her eyes, letting out a sigh.

Lynn headed into the forest with Vonda, both carrying their bow and arrows, when she realized she wanted to bring Lincoln and Lucy with her.

"Hold up, Von," said Lynn. "Hey, Lincoln! Bring a knife! You're going hunting with us! You too Lucy!"

Lincoln grabbed a knife from the small box in the back of the van and got one for Lucy. He looked at Lori, Luan, David, and Richard on a paddle boat in the lake. Luan and Benny fished, while Lori instructed David how to use a fishing rod. Lincoln shut the back door of the van and dashed into the forest, following Lynn.

"You see that rabbit?" whispered Lynn. "You're going to sneak up to it… and pin it down! Then, you stab it with your knife!"

"Okay…" whispered back Lincoln. "That seems savage, but we do need food."

"I could do it if you're not comfortable?" whispered Lucy.

"No, it's okay, I can do it," whispered Lincoln.

Lincoln snuck by the bushes near the rabbit. The small critter chewed on a small leaf, but paused to look around, hearing something. It went back to eating the leaf, allowing Lincoln to sneak closer to the rabbit. A branch poked Lincoln in the face and a bush caused Lincoln to trip. He fell on a bunch of twigs in the ground, prickling him. The rabbit stood up and hopped a few feet away from the bushes.

"I can't do it," whispered Lincoln. "It's too cruel. I can't imagine how I would feel like if I was the rabbit."

"It's okay Lincoln, I understand how you feel. You're not the tip of person to kill helpless animals," whispered Lucy. "But we need too in order to survive."

The rabbit stared at Lincoln. Lynn sighed, then released the arrow in her bow. The arrow struck the rabbit and stuck itself into the dirt.

"You need to learn how to maneuver around the forest better, Linc. It's how you can get better at this."

"That's not fair! You guys have a bow and arrows! I have this small knife!"

"Actually, even without a bow Lynn could hunt like a pro," said Lucy. "No offense Lincoln."

"None taken Lucy," replied Lincoln. "But it's hard with a small knife."

"Hand me your knife," said Lynn. "I'll show you how it's done."

Lynn held the small knife and looked around for another rabbit. She jumped from bush to bush, scouting for a rabbit. After a minute, she found a white cottontail rabbit near a tree. Her footsteps moved fast but quiet, and in a matter of a few seconds she was near the rabbit. The rabbit raised its head up, twitching its ears, but then it lowered it again. The rabbit hopped once away from the tree. Lynn popped out from behind the tree and lunged towards the rabbit, grabbing it with her left hand. She then tossed the knife into the ground and placed her right hand on the top of its head. With a quick twist, Lynn snapped the rabbit's neck and tossed it at Lincoln.

Lincoln caught the dead rabbit and shuddered, dropping it to the ground. Lynn picked up the knife and handed it back to Lincoln.

"Like what you saw? Let me train you," said Lynn.

"Can you train me as well?" asked Vonda. "That was… neat."

Lynn nodded and walked deeper into the forest. Vonda jogged after her. Lincoln and Lucy followed Vonda.

"Lincoln!" exclaimed Vonda. "Don't forget to pick up that rabbit! Can't just leave it there!"

"Yeah, Linc. Don't leave Bun-bun there," said Lynn.

"Lynn! Some things should just remain private!" exclaimed Lincoln.

"Who's Bun-bun?" asked picked up the dead rabbit and looked at Vonda.

"Don't ask."

"I'll be training you too Lucy," said Lynn.

"Okay, it will be good to have two people training me," replied Lucy.

"Two? Who else is training you to hunt?" asked Lynn.

"Jason, he's really good at hunting. He told me he used to go hunting with his aunt and cousin," said Lucy.

"Maybe I should ask me too," said Vonda.

"I think me, and Jason could train all three off you, it will be good for you guys," said Lynn.

Luan snuggled up on Benny's shoulders while holding the fishing rod still. Lori set a net down in the water and pulled it up. She sighed upon seeing that she caught algae leaves.

The line tugged on Luan's fishing pole, leading her to stand on the paddle boat. Benny smiled as Luan turned the reel back. She quickly launched the hook into the air and pulled the hook to the top of the line. She pulled out a pumpkinseed from the hook and held it by its head.

"You caught a fish!" gasped Benny.

"Yeah!" gasped Luan back. "What fish is this? Lori?"

"I don't know," said Lori flatly. "We should get going. There isn't a lot of fish here."

Luan looked at Benny and frowned. She sat down in her seat and lied her head back on Benny's shoulders. David grabbed the paddles and began to paddle them back into the cottage.

Carol bit her fingers and scratched her head. She rubbed her palms together and looked at the cabinet once again.

"Alright, just a little won't hurt."

She opened the cabinet and took out the bottle of oxycodone. The bottle opened and she placed a few pills into her palm. She swallowed them and closed the bottle.

The RV door opened and the light switch flicked. Richard looked at Carol and opened his mouth.

"No!" stuttered Carol. "No, no, no, this isn't what it looks like! Well, it kinda is, but hear me out!"

Richard cleared his throat and allowed Carol to explain herself.

"You see, I'm hurt! I have this huge headache that won't go away! Oh my god, these work! I don't feel… the headache."

"You cured your headache with… that?" asked Richard. "What happened to the aspirin?"

"The what?"

Richard walked to the cabinet and shuffled through it. He took out a bottle of aspirin and swiped away the bottle that Carol held.

"Oxycodone? Carol… I thought you were done with this."

Carol looked down in shame. Richard walked back to the RV door and closed it. Carol prepared herself for the yell of her lifetime. But Richard kept his voice low.

"Carol, what happened? Tell me this is your first time relapsing."

Carol nodded and kept looking at Richard's boots.

"What happened? Carol, look me in the eyes."

She raised her head and frowned. But her eyes locked onto Richard's.

"I just want you to know that you can tell me anything. Whenever something's wrong, you can always come to me. Is that clear?"

"Yeah," said Carol as she started to lower her head again.

Richard placed his hands on Carol's chin.

"Look at me. I care about you. I'm sorry if it looks like I don't give a damn about anybody, but I do."

Carol was speechless. Richard placed the bottle back into the cabinet.

"I care about you too, Richard. I really do. I thought– you really care about what I have in my mind?"

Richard nodded.

"It's about what happened the day before yesterday. I never seen something like that before. I never knew people could be that cruel. And I never knew that one of my closest friends could be… so broken… and turn so savage! The cold look in her eyes it was just so terrifying. I could see that she wanted to kill that man for what he had planned to do to two innocent little girls!"

Carol wrapped her arms around Richard and let out a deep breath.

"It's not easy thinking or seeing something like that. The images…"

"I get it," said Richard. "A buddy of mine joined the Army a while back, though he didn't seem like the tough kinda guy. It surprised me, but as soon as I saw how he did in boot camp…"

He chuckled.

"...damn, he was ready. This was the little guy I knew back in high school? Nah, something happened. He pumped some iron in the gym, or whatever he did. We made it through training together. We got our gear and everything, and I thought he was going to outlive me. But it didn't matter what I thought. It didn't matter."

Carol looked at the sofa as she kept her head on Richard's chest. Richard continued talking as he stared ahead.

"In the deserts of Iraq, I watched my buddy get torn in half, his legs missing and everything. Blood squirted into the sand and flesh hung everywhere around him. He triggered an IED. And just to think about it, it could've been me… just a couple steps ahead of the others… and I would've been done for. But because I lived, I had to protect myself and his lifeless corpse from the son of bitches that were responsible for him. Even now, the image is crystal clear."

"What'd you do about it?" said Carol softly.

"I continued fighting. My devotion for this country wasn't going to die when my buddy died. It gets less ugly over time."

Richard walked back, leading Carol to release her arms on him. He placed his finger under Carol's chin.

"Don't dig yourself into a deeper hole."

Richard grabbed his map and walked out of the RV, turning off the lights. Carol stood in the dim RV, with the curtains closed, but a shed of light peered through the windows. She softly touched her chin and saw her smile lift itself.

Sergei hummed as he fixed the mirrors in the van. He looked out the windshield and saw Lynn, Vonda, and Lincoln come out of the forest with a couple squirrels, rabbits, and possums in their hands. He then looked at Benny carrying a bucket to the cooler in the middle of the lakeside, where he dropped the fish they caught. Lori, Jason, David, and Richard inspected the map and tried to choose what road would be favorable to them.

Distracted by all these activities, Sergei was unaware of how close Carol was until she opened the passenger door. His breath stopped for a second, recovering as soon as he noticed Carol's blonde hair.

"We're about to go, right?" asked Carol.

"Go where? Oh, you mean back in the road. Yeah."

Sergei looked at Carol.

"You seem a little… eh, what's the word for it? Content."

"I had some helpful advice," said Carol. "You know, I didn't think it was possible for me to get over Bobby, but… here I am, moving on from him."

"Didn't you like the kid for about a year or so? What changed?"

Carol lifted her shoulders and smiled.

"You're acting a little odd. Are you on drugs again?"

Carol's smile faded away.

"Painkillers."

Sergei sighed.

"No!" exclaimed Carol. "It's not what you– I'm not relapsing! I'm not abusing drugs!"

"How would I know you're not lying to me?"

"You could go inside the RV and check the cabinet. All the drugs are in there, with no pills missing other than the ones I took and the ones I gave to Luna."

"Whatever. Fine, I believe you."

"I was hurting a lot! You would be too if you were told that a bunch of maniacs was planning on throwing two four-year-old girls into burning flames and one of your best friends was going to kill someone savagely!"

"Sorry, I had no idea," apologized Sergei.

"It's alright. Richard helped me through it. But… do you think it's wrong to feel an attraction towards an older man?"

"Just because he's nice to you, doesn't mean he's into you. His wife just died a month ago! Look, I ain't saying it's wrong, but you gotta think about why you feel this way towards him. I don't want you falling for people who might not feel the same way. Just like Bobby."

David and Richard signaled Sergei to start his car. All the survivors walked back to their respective vehicles, with the exception of Luna and Sam, since Luna has to recover in the RV while Sam stayed with her. Carol looked at Richard, bit her lips, and frowned.

"You're right. It's just the painkillers making me feel a little… lovey-dovey. Let's just forget about this."

"Can do," said Sergei, as he started the van.

The roamers walked out of the quiet city where the group headed. The roamers lifted their arms and growled at the vehicles passing by, following them back into the city. The sun remained in the sky, though its descent warned of the somber night that lied ahead in a couple hours.

"Where is he."

A man with brown hair wearing a black suit and red tie stared down it at a younger look Jason who was sitting on a chair with his hands tied up wearing cargo pants, a white tank top, and white sneakers. He had a black eye and a bloody nose along with multiple bruises on his face. He was in a penthouse in China being interrogated.

"I'm not telling you shit!"

The man shook his head and order one of his men to walk over. one of his men with a metal bat walked over and swung his bat hitting Jason in the chest breaking two of his ribs, another man with a crowbar walked and hit him in the face causing him to spit out blood. Jason breathed heavily as he started down at the floor wheezing, the man walked over and lifted Jason's head.

"Listen, I just want information about the people and their leader that been causing me a lot of problems. If you give me what I want I'll let you go," the man said.

"Sorry... but I'm not going to give up my comrades. So go ahead and kill me already, you're not getting anything out of me Daniel."

The man known as Daniel stood up and sighed.

"I like you kid you got spirit but that can only get you so far," said Daniel.

A man walked the doors running towards Daniel.

"Boss that cell you were waiting for there on the phone waiting for you."

"Okay I'll be back in a minute once I'm done with the buyers," said Daniel. "Find out everything he knows and report back to me."

Daniel walked out of the room with the rest of his men leaving Jason with the men with the bat and crowbar. As they left Jason was busy slowly cutting his bindings with a small piece of broken metal from the chair.

"You're going break sooner or later they always do but that's the fun part."

The man lifted his back ready to swing suddenly Jason jumped up from the chair and grabbed the man's arms. He knocked the bat out of his hands and put his hand on the man's shoulder and holding his left arm slammed the man's head on the seat, Jason held his left arm and bring his right hand down on the man's arm snapping it causing the bone to come out. The man with the crowbar ran at Jason but suddenly a bullet flew through the window and through the man's chest as he fell to the ground.

Jason throwed the man with the bat to the ground and walked over to the table with the man's weapon and his radio he grabbed a Kriss Vector and CZ P-07. The man grabbed his bat and ran at Jason screaming, he turned around aimed his pistol at and pulled the trigger a bullet flew through the man's head as he fell to the floor.

"Wilson you alright?"

Jason grabbed his radio.

"I'm fine Jackson, just a few busted ribs."

"You're not fine you look like your about to pass out."

"It doesn't matter right now we have to get Daniel. Where are the others?"

"Already inside trying to find you and captured Nicholas. Rendezvous with the others and try to stay out of sight."

"Okay."

Jason walked over to the door and grabbed the door handle ready for anything.