By: Gears 101
Status: Unfinished
A (semi) short story about how I beleive a zombie apocalypse would settle in the minds of me and several of my friends.
Rated R for Strong Violence, Strong Language, and Sexual Themes (bear with me, its unfinished, I don't know how this is going to turn out)


Chapter one: Day one


"Have you heard from anyone?" He asked, breaking open the shotgun and shoving a single shell of buckshot into the breach. He looked back up to Garrett who was shaking his head. Logan couldn't say he wasn't disapointed. He had lost alot of friends, but luckily for him as well as Garrett, there had been exceptionally little activity in the rural areas, such as the ones that they lived in. There was still a small amount of his own friends who lived just up the road that were still alive, and were waiting for a chance to regroup. "Listen, man, we can go back for your folks. The sh*t hasn't even hardly hit out in the country areas yet, I'm sure they're fine." Logan attempted to comfort him a little.
"They were at a wedding."
Some more silence. Outside, they could hear the figures moaning loudly, scratching at the plastic siding. "Sorry." Logan said, weakly. He knew how Garrett felt. It hadn't been too long ago...

"Do you have a plan?" Garrett asked, breaking the silence.
"You can bet your ass." Logan said. "Robert's got Alex, Alysa and her family out at their place, just up Luder road. Once this fog clears, we're clearing out of here to go get 'em. You're bringing them back here so me and Robert can head up to Billy's so we can grab him, his dad, and his herd of ballistic weaponry. We'll come back here, and hold out untill we can't hold out no more."

"And after that?" Garrett asked.

Logan grinned a little. "Thats when things get interesting. I'm planning on putting up a garden of sorts. We'll gather whatever livestock we can from the abandon farms around here, and we'll let them loose in the pastures out back with the horses. We'll make a living here. Better than we'll find anywhere else."

"You thought of all of this last night?" Garrett asked, almost poking fun at how he knew Logan had already had this planned out. He smiled a little to take some of the sting out.
"Yea, f*cker. All last night. Would you mind watching the back door. I just want to make sure none of them sneak in."
"Sure." Garrett said, looking at the glass window behind him, and then nodded. "I can do that."


in the front yard, and they're all inbetween the row of bushes and your car. I don't think I saw anymore, but I'll have to keep an eye out. I'll go around back, and draw their attention. wait five seconds after the first shot, and then get to your car. A little road kill inbetween you and me would be nice. Is that good with you?"

"Sounds good to me." Garrett said. Logan nodded.

"Baseball bat in the kitchen. There's also a shotgun, but if you don't mind, I'd like to take that for myself for the trip to Billy's, but you can use it on you're way to the car if you want."

"I'll use it." Garrett said without hesitating. Logan smiled.

"Smart man. Alright, don't forget me out there."

"Don't worry, I got your back."

Logan hurridly moved to the back, sliding door and swung it open, catching a blast of crisp, morning air, as Garrett prepared himself at the door. Jumping off of the back deck, Logan moved along the side of the house, passing a bush, which he was sure to keep an eye on. He didn't know if the figures were smart enough to use
camoflauge, so better to be aware of his surroundings. Once at the edge of the house, he peeked around the side, and saw that the closest zombie was atleast fifteen feet away. He flicked the safety off of his rifle and aimed it squarely at the figures spine. He felt little remorse as he squeezed the trigger and pumped a single rodent round into the figure. It wavered slightly, as if surprized, and turned around, seeing Logan immediately and slowely crept towards him. Its torn flesh, not yet at the point of decomposition, fell from its body with each step, as blood dripped a trail behind it. Logan worked the action on his rifle and fired again, this time straight into the chest, with similar effect.

"Goddamned!" Logan grunted. One more shot, straight into the head, and the figure fell over straight onto its back. He saw Garrett break for the car, and Logan reeled back into cover as Garrett pumped a shell of buckshot into the nearest zombie, and a few pellets tore through the air, right past his head. He worked the action again and then leaned out, firing three rounds at a zombie as it closed in on Garrett, and all three hit it in the back, one severing its spine. it flopped over, swinging its arms and legs, unable to stand up, but still quite alive. Garrett made it to his car, swung the door open and jumped in. Logan continued to fire, making sure he didn't hit the car, having little affect on the last two zombies. He heard the engine rev up, and saw it suddenly lurch forward, crushing the
disabled zombie, and hitting on of the two moving zombies, throwing it over the hood. Garrett drove up next to Logan, and he slid across the hood, and opened up
his door to jump in.

"Nice move, Bo Duke!" Garrett shouted.

"Thanks, I've been practicing that one." Garrett passed the empty shotgun to Logan, and received the Lever action in return. "Head straight up Luder. They should be waiting at the end of Alysa's driveway." Garrett spun the wheel and drove out of the yard, largely missing the driveway, and bounced up onto the road. At the stop sign, Garrett turned onto Luder road, heading towards town. about two miles up the road, they could see a group of kids, the oldest not more than eighteen, all crowding around a beat up old ford pickup. Logan pointed.

"There."

"Yep." Garrett pulled to a stop nearly infront of the truck.


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The call for no loose fitting clothes had gone largely unheard by Robert and Alex. Robert, with his twelve guage pump slung over his shoulder and his scoped twenty two in his arms, wore an old pair of worn out and baggy blue jeans, a sleeveless wifebeater T-shirt, and some old workboots. A large buck knife hung from his belt, and he carried a large, overpacked backpack. Alex, on the other hand was dressed like it was just anyother day, in a designer T-shirt and a nice pair of skating shoes. Logan caught on to the problem the minute he stepped out of the passenger side and gave Robert a high-five.
"Your ready to go?" He asked.

Robert nodded, fixing his red "Dodge" baseball cap.

"Where are the rest of us in this?" Alysa asked, brushing back a strand of her blond hair. "We're not staying here are we?"

Logan smiled reassuringly, noting the two young kids at her side, dressed strictly according to what he had advised. "Don't worry, you guys are with Garrett and Alex at my house. You can stay in the hayloft untill me and Robert get back with Billy and his dad. You'll be practically invisible up there. Even if they do notice you, they won't be able to get up there."

"Ok, I just wanted to make sure you weren't leaving us out in the open like this."

"Nope, were all in this **** together, we've gotta look after eachother."

"I just want to kick some zombie ass. Someone give me a gun." Alex said, looking around. He eyed Roberts shotgun. "Hey, Robert, give me your shotgun."

Robert laughed, mockingly. "You couldn't handle a twelve guage. I'd trust Mason with this more than I would you."
The young boy at Alysa's side beamed. Alex wasn't as amused.

"Dude, give me a damn gun!" He yelled.

"Shut the **** up!" Someone hissed. everyone glared at him.

"Guys!" Logan intervened. "Lets save this for later. We'll get you something at Billy's. Untill then, were going to need both of Roberts guns." He looked at Robert, who was still smiling. "Speaking which, we should get going."

"Yep, lets roll."

"Be careful," Logan cautioned Garrett. "I think you missed one of the zombies in the front yard."

"Yea, I got it. I won't even go that way. If you think it'd be alright, I'll just pull right into the barn."

"I'm good with that. We don't need it anymore."

"Alright. See you guys when you get back." Garrett said, backing towards his car.

"Good luck." Alysa added in.

"If I die, its gonna be you guys' fault." Alex sneered.

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As the green car pulled away, Robert and Logan hopped into Roberts truck.
"Alex is going to get us all killed." Logan said, hopping into the passenger seat.

"Yea, no ****. Did you see the way he was looking at Alysa?"

"Yea. That is going to be a problem."

The engine roared to life, and Robert backed out of the drive way. "Hey!" He grinned wildly. "No speed limits!"
Logan laughed, and then checked the bore of his shotgun, then pushed in a twenty guage round. The tires squealed, and smoke poured from under the truck as
Robert spun the back tires, then rocketed down the road, soaring over each hill.
"Hey, give me your shotgun!" Logan mimicked Alex. "What a retard. That thing would rip his arm off. He'd probably shoot from the hip."


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"Logan's going to get us all killed." Alex mumbled in the back seat, sitting next to Mason, who continued to beam.

"Dude, could you seriously shut the **** up? Like no joke, you're really starting to piss me off." Garrett said with a no-******** look on his face. Anyone who spent time with Garrett knew that Garrett was usually the one who told you if you were being "That Guy." His famous intolerance to ******** kept most of his friends out of trouble.

"Well, why the **** didn't you go with them then? I could have drove." Alex nodded at the truck going the opposite direction down the road.

"Its not the driving he was worried about. You would have taken us into a ditch trying to hit one of them." Alysa added in. This was enough to shut Alex up.

"Thanks." Garrett nodded to Alysa in the passenger side seat.

"Yea, Alysa. Thanks." Alex said.

"Where are we going?" Mason asked, looking around as he remembered what was going on. Garrett couldn't imagine what was going through that kids head. The entire world as they knew it. Gone. Not to mention the poor kids parents.

"Somewhere safe." Alysa said. Garrett realized Alysa was the last those kids had. She was doing a damned good job, given the circumstances.

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"What did town look like last night?" Logan asked.

"****. I made it to that hill." He nodded to the highway that turned into the rural town of Caro. There was a hill, where the highway ran right alongside the state police station, which was abandon. Just beyond that hill was Wal-mart, and just as Logan suspected, it was zombie central down there. They had opted to go around town, hitting Billy's from the direction of the next town.

"Figures. See, I was thinking that all of the people already in wal-mart were going to get infected, then all of the people intown who are unarmed were going to come here and think they were going to loot the place, only to have a nice surprize the minute those doors opened."

"You've got a real pretty way of thinking about things." Robert said, grinning.

"I've heard."

Robert pointed at a zombie that watched them from the yard of a suburbanite. Logan aimed his shotgun, resting his elbows on the window-sill, and fired, hitting the zombie in the gut, ripping out half of its stomach. The zombie was still alive, but it wouldn't have time to get up and follow.

"You know, its alot different from the games." Robert said, solemnly.

"Yea, that ain't no ****."

"I've seen plenty of guts before. I've skinned deer, cleaned 'em. Its never been like this before."


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"I'll bet the town is completely safe right now. The army's probably there. And were out here."

Garrett pulled into Logan's yard, driving past the house, and slowing down to try to squeeze into the barn. "Yea, don't get your hopes up."

"I'm serious. We could be in a safe zone, and instead-" Garrett slammed the car into park, and turned the key off. He rolled down the windows and clambered through, jumping into the barn. Everyone followed suit. "Logan's got us in his Hayloft, because he thinks the zombies can't climb a ladder. Were going to be dead before the weeks up."

"Alex! Shut up!" Garrett hissed, slamming him into a wall. "We've got kids here, you *******! You want to complain about the way Logan is having us do things right now? Tell him when they get back. Untill then, get your ass up that ladder!"

"Don't ******' touch me." Alex shoved him off of him, and then started up the ladder.


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"There it is, right there." Logan pointed to the house infront of them, seemingly an island in an ocean of unused feild. In the front yard, there was a pile of dead, gory bodies, stacked on top of eachother.

"What kind of guys do you hang out with?" Robert asked grinning.

"Ones like you."

Robert pulled in to the drive, and Billy met them at the door in a stained gray T-shirt and blue jeans, with a twenty two hand gun stuffed into his pants and a Thirty aught six cradeled in his arms.

"All the guns are in the garage."

"Good, lets get them in the bed of Roberts truck."

After a good fifteen minutes, Roberts truck was packed with weapons. The three stood about for a minute, watching the area around them. Not a soul in sight. No one talked, because there were no words to describe it. They had been put into an unprecidented situation, and had only survived because of good luck. How could you talk about that?

"Where is your dad?" Logan finally asked.
"Inside. Oh, and so is the cooler. Will you go get that?"

"Not a problem." Logan hopped to it, bounding quickly through the garage and into the kitchen. Once inside, he stooped over and petted the young lab laying in the doorway. She wagged her tail and flopped over onto her side. "Yea, nice to see you too Jewel." He stood up and fixed his baseball cap, pushing the bill further up his forehead. "Hey!" He shouted. "Hey, we're getting out of here, lets go!" Nothing. He stepped further into the kitchen so he could see into the cluttered living room. "Mr. Durr?" And there he sat, in his chair, staring straigt forward, a double barrel shotgun at his side. He was unresponsive. "Mr. Durr?" He knew better than to get closer. Billy's dad drew in a long breath, and let out a wheezing groan. He then saw the bite mark on his forearm.


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Garrett sat, cradling the semi-auto twenty two. The other was in the hands of Mason, Alysa's little brother, who sat next to Alysa and Paige, the youngest of the three. Alex was sitting in the corner, having pulled his Michigan State cap over his eyes, and fallen asleep. It was mostley quiet. After the last zombie in the yard had broke from its cover behind the house to come check out what was going on, Garrett fired five rounds, and hit his mark twice. If there was one thing he could say about the twenty two's, they were accurate, thanks to their light weight and low recoil, but they had little, if any, stopping power. two shots had hit the zombie in the head, he had figured out after an examination with the pair of binoculars Logan had left for them. One had struck it in the forehead, right on mark, but the other had winged him in the side of his head, and the zombie hadn't even flinched. He had never been shot with a twenty-two, and he had planned to keep it that way, but he knew that any gunshot would hurt. These zombies must have some sort of high tolerance to pain, he had figured. Maybe they didn't feel pain at all. He didn't know.

He tried to limit the talk of the zombies from himself, and if he could, the others as well. Of course, what else was there to talk about? How all of their parents and friends had been brutally eaten and turned into mindless cannibals?

"So, Garrett." He heard Alysa say. He looked up to see her smiling lightly. "How has your summer been?" Garrett smiled.

"Whats going to happen when they come back?" Mason asked, trying to sound as cool headed as he could.

"We'll make a plan. I'm sure Logan won't leave us hanging."

"I wasn't talking about Logan."

Garrett didn't answer for a minute, trying, in his head, to come up with the best way to answer this. Finally, he gave up. "I don't know."


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The ride home was particularly quiet. Billy didn't talk. Logan didn't bother him at all. He knew that his dad was one of the one people that Billy trusted. Billy had always been quiet. He never seemed to be a conversation starter. Or partaker. That was, at first, why he and Billy got along so well. Neither of them were popular.
The loss of Logans' dad had devastated him, but Billy- he wasn't devastated. He was ruined. Robert reached over and opened the glove compartment, and grabbed the twelve pack from inside. He opened it, and passed a beer to Billy.

"No thanks." Billy said quietly. "I don't drink."

"It'll make you feel better." Robert insisted.

Logan suddenly felt his phone vibrate, which hadn't happened in over two days he broke it out of his pocket, and instantly turned down the loud country music bursting from radio. He checked the caller I.D. by what would have been the third ring, had his ringtone not been the theme from the Office. He saw that it was his best friend, Thomas. A city kid from Buffalo, who, having been here since he was atleast six years old, was still mostly untouched by the back-woods feel of the country parts of the small rural town. He answered instantly.

"Hello?" He said, somewhat surprized. He could hear gunfire in the background.

"Logan!" Yelled the distressed sixteen year old on the other line. "Were at the Speedway by walmart!"

****. He remembered Robert saying that walmart was a complete ********. "Nice move." He said jokingly.

"So, you're aware people are eating eachother?"

"Well if I wasn't I'd probably be dead."

"Where are you at? We need help!" His voice was mostly hidden behind the continuous gunfire, but he could
make out those words.

Logan pointed up M-21, towards Walmart. "Go, there." he said to Robert.

"What? No! Are you crazy?" Robert gave Logan a funny look.

"Just ******' do it! There isn't a lot of time. Go to speedway!"

With a spark of remorse in his eyes, he turn on to M-21, heading towards the walmart. "You're killing us, man."

"We're on our way. Just hold on for like three minutes."

"We're refuling the truck, and getting some supplies. I can't garuntee that i've got three minutes. They're moving
slowly, man, but three minutes is pushing it." He was showing growing signs of distress.

"We'll be there."


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Nik and Erik were in the bed of the large, blue pick-up, sitting on the tool box, firing their twelve guage pumps at the advancing horde that was seemingly endless. Between them was a large cardboard box filled with winchester twelve guage shells.

"Cover me!" Erik yelled when he was out, and Nik quickly took to firing as Erik reloaded. "I'm good!" He yelled and Nik stopped to reload. Behind them, the young, ten year old David poked his head over the bed of the truck, which he had been told strictly not to do, and saw the advancing brick wall of zombies. He screamed, in his shrill, high pitched voice.

"Thom! We gotta go!" He yelled, jumping into the open back door, knocking the gas pump loose, which landed loudly on the blood soaked pavement. Just as he did this, Thomas, and his Girlfriend Ashlynn ran from the abandonded building, Thomas carrying the hefty hockey bag full of food and other consumables.

"God damn it, Dave !" He yelled, and dropped the bag, which Ashlynn picked up immediatly, and threw it in the truck, jumping in after it. Once inside the safety of the truck, she could simply watch as the ever nearing cloud of zomies stepped into the street. In just moments, the horde would be crawling all over the walls of the vehicle. Thomas quickley scooped the fuel pump off the gas and blood stained ground, quickly sliding the nozzel back in place to finish refueling.

At exactly that moment, in an admiral move of epicness, Roberts beat up old Dodge slid in front the considerably nicer Chevy pick-up. Logan had somehow managed to worm through the window in the back of the truck, and was firing a thirty-aught-six from the bed, with several other weapons at his feet. Billy, had loaded a twelve guage pump through the back window. Robert, showing increasing signs of badassness, pumped his twelve guage pump on the window sill, and fired it with one hand, then reeled in pain as he realized how bad of an idea that was.

"Holy ****!" Thomas mumbled in amazment. He threw the pump back into the machine. Through the sporadic gun fire that was beggining to take up all of the space in Thomas' head, he jumped in the passengers seat and told Ashlynn to drive.

At that moment, Erik was attempting to rebalance himself on the tool box. As the truck jolted forward, it left Erik behind, sending him sprawling to the pavement as his escape disappeared. He got to his feet, not even thinking to collect his shotgun, and ran. He didn't exactly know where to, but he ran. Having been an impressive addition to the track team, Erik could easily out run a zombie. But it was now that several zombies from the rental shop behind the speedway had arrived and were coming around from behind the gas station.


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It hadn't been that no one noticed, as Logan slammed an open palm down ontop of the trucks cab.

"Get us over there, some one fell out of their truck!" But Robert hadn't heard him over the combination of the two shotguns an the zombies moaning. He pulled
out of the gas station. Logan stuck his head through the window in the back of the truck.

"Hey! Turn around! Someones still back there!" Thomas' truck flew past them, plowing over some of the zombies in its way.

"Oh, ****!" Robert pumped his shotgun again and fired at the zombies flank, quickly followed by Billy who had switched to his pistol, leaving the jammed shotgun on the floor at his feet.
Logan pulled his head out of the window just as a Zombie grabbed onto his leg. "****, No!" Logan paniced, but was able to slam the but of his thirty aught six into the zombies skull, whipping the rifle back into firing position and finishing it off.

The truck pulled up next to Erik just in time for Nik to use his shotgun as a club, smacking a zombie off of his brother. The zombie sprawled to the ground, a large gash in its head. Nik dropped his shotgun and grabbed Erik, pulling him into the bed of the truck.

"Are you okay?" He screamed in Eriks face, but Erik didn't react: He was still in shock. Nik grabbed him by both shoulders and shook him. "Hey! Are you okay?"

"What?"

"ARE YOU OKAY?"

"Yea!"

Nik watched him for a moment, trying to process what he had just witnessed, and then reached down to grab his shotgun, only to realize that his hand was covered in blood. He looked at it for a moment, thinking maybe he had been bitten. Terrified, he tried to hide it, but then realized his hand was fine. The blood was Eriks. He looked up at his twin brother, and saw that his shoulder was drenched in blood.

"Uh... Erik?"

"Huh?"

"Your shoulder..." Erik looked at him funny, before looking down at his shoulder, and realizing that it was bloody. His eyes widened in horror.


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"We're not doing that again." Robert said as Logan crawled back through the window, moving past Billy, and petting the black hound dog, Jewel, as he pushed his way back into the passenger seat.

"What if it was Carrie Underwood?"

"I'm serious, one of us could have gotten killed." Robert said, still watching the road behind his sunglasses. He drove with one arm, as the other was still throbbing from his accident with the shotgun.

"I know. It was a stupid call." Logan turned and looked at Robert with a dead serious look on his face. "What if she was naked?"

"Okay, if that actually happens, let me know." They laughed for a second, untill what just happened actually set in.

"Jesus..."

Robert nodded. "Yea."

Billy sat silently. Anything that had just happened was not relevant in his mind. At this point in time, he was still not over the death of his father.

"We could have gotten ******* wasted." Logan said, watching out the window for other targets.

"Yea, no ****. We are not doing that again."

Logan began to realize what he had just been talked into doing. He realized that he had not only risked himself, but Billy, Robert, and everyone back at his place. Had they been over run, and everyone been killed, what would Garrett have done? All of this because someone stupidly got themselves into a ****** situation, and he had, like their *****, risked his group for theirs. He clenched his fists and his jaw.

"No. We shouldn't have done it that time. No joke, I'm ******* pissed." He said calmly. "How's you're arm?"

"It'll be fine. Stupid move on my part."

"Yea." Logan answered. Another thing that wouldn't have happened, had he not made that call. Robert told him not to do it, and he should have listened. Robert could have broken his arm. What would they have done then? He began to think of how selfish he was being. But at the same time, how selfish were they being?

They had pretty much called them in to die just so they could live. They raced back to save who ever fell out of their truck, but what would they have done had it been Robert, or Billy?

"Are you as pissed as I am?" Robert asked.

"You're damn right I am. Billy?"

"Yep." He wasn't pissed at Thomas. He was pissed at god. He crumpled the beer can beneath his foot. Billy had been the kind of guy who wouldn't touch anything illegal in his life. He didn't swear ever, because that was just who he was. Now he was drinking.

God help us. Logan thought.

Chapter two: Blood shed

They had checked for targets the minute they pulled in the drive way. Logan leaned out the car window and waved to Garrett, and then made sure of his surroundings. Then he just did it. He walked up to Thomas at a brisk walk, fists clenched, shotgun broken open in one of his hands.

"Thank you so much. You really saved our asses." Thomas said.

"No ****." Logan said, moments before he planted a fist in his face. Thomas dropped to the ground, his nose bloody. He heard Roberts twelve guage pump, as well as two others, which he assumed were pointed back at him. Then he heard Billy yell: "Hey!" and the bolt on a rifle rack.

Thomas jumped back up, quickly moving in to punch Logan in the gut, But Logan took the blow, quickly moving back in to hit him in the face. While he was recovering from that one, he moved a foot behind Thomas' and hit him in the gut. Knocking him back down again.

"Go ahead, get up." He yelled, pulling Billy's twenty two pistol and aiming it square at his head.

"What is you're ******* problem?" Thomas yelled back, trying to sound as intimidating as he could.

"Next time you **** yourself, thats you're own problem. I'm not bugging your sorry ass out so one of our guys can get ******* wasted. One of us could have gotten killed, and you didn't even wave to us as you drove by."

"What? You think that-"

"Hey! I've listened to you ***** for seven goddamned years. Its my turn to ******* talk!"

"You didn't have to come help us!" Thomas' girlfriend yelled, trying desperately to change Logans' mind. It didn't work. Blinded with rage, Logan turned to her, still aiming the pistol at Thomas.

"What the **** did you think I was going to do?!?"

Then it hit him. He looked around at the group, listening to the sobbing of Thomas' little brother Dave, and Robert and Billy yelling back and forth with Nik and Eric. He looked at the frightened expressions on everyones faces. And then he looked up at the hay loft where everyone was watching in horror, Garrett not knowing who to aim at. He suddenly felt like a straight up dick-face. He wished nothing more than to take it all back. These people had been his friends, and now he was aiming guns at them. What the hell was going on in this world. He lowered his pistol, with an apologetic look on his face. He couldn't think of words to describe what he was thinking. He simply stretched out a hand to help him up. Thomas didn't take it. He stood up on his own, and moved quickly past Logan.

"We're leaving." He said simply and turned to move to his truck, only to find Robert in his way.

"And going where?" Robert asked.

"As far away from you guys as we can be."

"Oh stop being a little *****." He replied.

"Robert, let him go. If thats the way he's gonna be, fine. We don't need his ****." Logan said, almost seeming far away from the rest of them.

Wordlessly, everyone from Thomas' group followed. Logan could tell from the looks on their faces that most of them agreed with Robert. They knew there was practically no where to go, but they also didn't want to be held at gun point again. They didn't know who to side with, so they didn't say anything.