Chapter Eight

Lance POV

I looked around the gate watching for any dead that would approach us, while we were finishing the gate. We've been here all fucking night without any sleep and already I was getting pissed off. "Hey, Lance, stop with the scary face it's annoying," Toby said from up in the gate.

I answered him without looking "Shut up idiot and hurry up with the goddamn gate, I'm fucking tired as shit," I shouted up at him. In the corner of my eye I saw a zombie walking towards me. It was a little girl maybe in her ten or eleven, at least five foot tall and red head. She had bite marks all over her arms and shoulder. Poor kid didn't stand a chance against them; I thought and aimed my gun. I shot one shot and I got her in the middle of her forehead. She fell backwards with a light thud.

"Nice shot," I heard Toby yell from up in the gate, because unlike him I was an FIB agent and my wife was in the CIA. We were talking to our son on the phone, when we were attacked. My wife, Lisa, was bit in her hand and minutes later she turned into one of them. I shot her with my tears running. My son and daughter were still out there somewhere in Florida trying to survive this outbreak. I knew this for a fact, because they were strong and smart for their own good. We taught them everything there was to know of survival, but I just hope it was enough for them in this shit hole. My daughter would have probably inherited her powers already, because I knew my mother well and she told me of our ancestors. I didn't believe in witches, but I did believe in good magic if the person uses it right and I knew she will.

I missed my family so much. I just wish they were here or I was with them, if only God would grant me my wish of seeing my children I would be very grateful. "Are you almost done?" I yelled at him over the noise of other people helping fixing the damn thing. I was getting real tired of fixing this damn thing every damn time these mother fuckers get near it and start throwing a fit trying to eat us.

Toby was next to me making me flinch a little "Yeah, we are all done now," he told me.

I sigh "About fucking time. Listen up people, I want three people on the gate watching incase those son of a bitches try to attack again. If you get over powered one of you can look for some of us and tells about it and we'll be here helping, understood?" I asked them. They nodded "Luke, Adam, and Josh you guys will be the first, after two hours it will be Toby, Jim, and me the rest of you go back and rest," I yelled. We all went our separate ways after that. I went to my dorm put my alarm clock on the time I needed to wake up and then went to sleep.

Kayla's POV

"Kayla, wake up," someone said shaking me gently.

I groaned "Five more minutes, mom," I said trying to sleep again.

Someone chuckled "Sky, mom isn't here," I heard someone said and I recognized that voice. It was my brother waking me up.

I opened my eyes slowly and his face was like right in front of me, if it wasn't for the fact that Walker's were real I would have screeched like a mad woman. "What is it?" I said my voice raspy with sleep and that's when I felt we weren't moving. "Why did we stop?" I asked trying to get up from my seat, but Jasper was still asleep in my lap.

Tyler placed a hand on my left should where I got bit, but surprisingly it didn't hurt anymore. "We need gas and the plastic thingy doesn't have anymore gasoline in it," he told me. Yeah, he doesn't know what it's called either. I see. We need a plan to get the gasoline and not get caught by the Walker's. I looked down at the sleeping Jasper. He was so cute when he was asleep that I would eat him up. I felt sorry for waking him up, but I had. I had to see where we were, before I made a plan.

"Jasper, wake up, honey," I said shaking him gently.

He moaned and cuddled more in my arms "Ten more minutes, mom," he told me. My heart skipped a few beats at him calling me mom, but the poor kid was still asleep.

I smiled at him "You know I'm not your mom," I whispered in his ear.

He slowly lifted his head off my shoulder and looked at me "To me, you are my mom," he told me in his serious tone. I looked at him shocked and astonished I couldn't say anything and I just looked at him. I felt two tears escape my eyes and he wiped them away with his thumb.

I kissed his head and hugged him my heart beating at one hundred miles per hour "Ok, I'll be your mom and that'll make you my son," I whispered to him in his head. I felt his head nod slightly "But mommy here as to get up see where we are to make a plan, so can mommy get up and see?" I asked him.

He chuckled "Yeah," he said and got up from my legs. I stretched and flinched from the pain in my neck and my right ankle. Fucking Walker's they should just die...again, I thought to myself as I made my way to the front of the bus and stood next to Coach Martin who was also looking out into this hell.

"Where are we Coach?" I asked him looking at what looked like a city, but with Walker's walking and dead bodies lying on the floor. It was a sorry and horrible sight to see even for young kids like Jasper.

"We just entered Nashville, Tennessee," he said still looking outside. I guess he was driving all night and day, so we got here a little faster than expected. We've been on the rode for the past three or four days. Damn, I already lost count of the days. I looked at the gas station we had stopped at. It wasn't that big, but big enough to have Walker's hiding and waiting for its meal with its friends. It was called Ben Little Marathon. I looked around some more finding some Walker's in the open service center and some inside the store.

I looked at the people we had. We had adults who would just like to take a piece out of you, because they think the world is there for the taking since it was coming to an end. Yeah, keep thinking that people and you'll get killed faster not that I'll care, maybe, I thought to myself. "Mark, Ciara, James and you the one with the big mouth," I said pointing at the guy that picked a fight with Coach Martin. "Get ready to move. Mark, you and Ciara will be the ones filling the tank and the red plastic thingy. James, you and the douche will go inside and get some stuff that won't spoil, is that understood?" I asked them.

"Yeah," they all yelled.

"Wait, hold up bitch," the douche bag said.

Tyler and everyone one of my friends glared at him "What did you just say?" they all yelled.

"Enough," I yelled over them my voice filled with authorization and power. They looked me and got settled. "Speak your mind," I told the guy.

He glared at him "You expect me to go out there with a kid to get stuff? Fuck that the kid can go himself. I'm not risking my life for this shit," he yelled and I knew my blood was boiling with anger. I could feel my body heating up like a chimney.

I looked at him and he stepped back looking scared "Who do you think you are?" I asked him my voice not sounding like my voice. "Do you think because the world is ending that you can do whatever the hell you fucking want? I don't think so. Do you want to live through this fucking hell hole?" I asked him my voice was strange and different like I had something in me that made me sound like this. I saw a glow engulf my body and I felt my hair moving in different direction like the wind had blown over.

He nodded looking more scared than ever "Than listen to me. You're not the only one in this bus and you are not the only one that has to eat. There is at least thirty people in this bus and I have to think about you guys before myself, so do as I fucking say. I would have gone with them rest. But as u can fucking see I was bit on my ankle and I wont be fast enough to save anyone that gets trapped, understood? So you will go and help James, because he is not doing it alone and you better bring him back in one without any bits. Because if you get him killed I will make your life a living hell," I growled and he nodded. I was breathing hard and the heat wouldn't go down.

I tried to regain control, but the heat was getting hotter and hotter. I looked at my hands and saw them glow an orange color, and then the fire appeared. My palms were in flames, but the flames didn't hurt me it felt great actually, as weird as that might sound. I felt hands on both my shoulder and I looked up at how placed them there. I was meant by Sam's dark green eyes and with just one look into his eyes my flames engulfed the both us in on moment. His body and my body were in flames, but neither one of us were hurt by it. He was shocked and amazed by my flames that had taking over our bodies, but what shocked me the most was what he did. He kissed me on my lips making my flames go everywhere around us, except to the people.

Sam pulled back "What did I just do?" he said letting go of me, but my flames were still in his body not hurting him. I was still shocked, but that moment was interrupted when we were both engulfed by white foam. I looked at who has just sprayed me with the fire extinguisher and found out it was Tyler. He had sprayed us both all over our bodies, where I had noticed that the flames had burned down our cloths. I looked down at myself and saw that I didn't have my black jeans, my black tank top, panties, bra, or my boots on.

I was shocked "Oh my fucking god," I screeched and ran...well more like limp-ran looking for some of my cloths that I had actually packed, when we had ran of the house. I don't know how, but I always know when Ciara had packed my cloths and I knew she did. I found her backpack under the seat I was sitting on the first time I was bit and took it out from under the seat. I opened it quickly and took out some undergarments, black skinny jeans, a black tight shirt, a pair of black boots, and a towel. "I love you, Ciara," I yelled as I limp-ran to the bathroom. "You guys better have move your asses and be gone, before I come out or I'll be pissed," I yelled and closed the door. Thank god the bus ha a hook to hang my clothes and towel, because I wasn't going to put them on top of the toilet seat. I started the sink and wet the towel taking the white foam off my body with the wet towel. I would have showered, but as you can see there aren't any showers in the bus. Horrible, I know. By the time I finished, got dressed, and walked out the bathroom the guys weren't there.

I could make out Mark and Ciara's head as they worked together. Ciara would stand watch for any Walker's that would case any problems, while Sam pumped the gas in the bus and into the red plastic thingy. I really need to remember what the heck that thing is called. Fuel gallon that's what it's called and about freaking time, because I wasn't going to keep calling it 'red plastic thingy' it was too much to say. I was going to call it 'red box' or 'Clifford' from that kids TV show. Yes, I used to watch that show and I loved it and I still do. I would give almost anything to have a big red dog like Clifford and I would cuddle with it at night in the grass with a fire going.

I looked towards the inside of the store and saw James and the douche inside walking carefully not trying to get the Walker's attention for one split second. I had that bad feeling again that something horrid was going to happen. Mark and Ciara made their way inside the bus having finished filling the bus and fuel gallon. Now we just had to wait for James and the guy to come back. They were making their way to the door and James opened it closely they both made it though it, but the guy wasn't looking where he was walking and he tripped and fell to the ground making a loud Bang. The Walkers turned towards them and started moan and walking towards them.

"Shit. Ciara throw me both my guns," I yelled and she ran towards where I had my guns picked them up and threw them to me. I threw the pistol at Tyler "You know what to do," I told him and he knew what I meant. I limped towards the open door and climbed out, Tyler jumped off the steps. I pointed my shotgun and started firing and so did Tyler. James was shooting at the Walker's trying to get them away from him and the guy was looking like a scared chicken. I was trying to shot a pathway towards them, so that Tyler could go after them. My shotgun stuck itself meaning I had no more bullets "I'm out. Caleb bring me eight more and bring my over some for my pistol too," I yelled waiting for them. Tyler was still shooting and soon enough he was out too, but by then Caleb had handed my some to reload. I threw two magazines for my pistol at Tyler and we reloaded our guns to started shooting again.

I made a path soon after, but heard a scream where James and the guy were. "Go, I'll cover you," I yelled at Tyler and he took off at full speed. I didn't shot yet, because the Walker's were slow and I only ha to shot at the ones who were too close. By the time Tyler had reached them, I had to make another path. I shot over and over again making the path for them, so that they could walk steadily. One got a little too close, but it didn't stand a chance against me, when I was in the field of all this mess. Tyler, James, and the guy made it inside, I climb after them and Coach slid the door closed. "Go," I yelled and we took off.

I had that feeling of a Walker in the bus and started to look for the one person that was infected. I knew it had to be either James or the douche, because I heard the scream of one of them. I walked over to James, who was now sitting down and breathing hard. I stood in front of him and looked him over "Give me your hand," I told extending right my hand, but I didn't know why I did that I just wanted to touch him. He placed his left hand in my hand, but I didn't feel anything, except for his heat radiating from his warm hand. I let go of his hand and walked over to the guy and asked him the same thing, but at first he wouldn't comply I guess the look in my hands convinced him.

The moment his hand touched my hand I felt a fever and some thing inhuman in his blood. I recoil backwards "You're infected," I said and I knew everyone heard me.

"No," he said, but his voice trembled at the end making it obvious.

I looked at him "Where did you get bit?" I asked him standing over him.

He looked at me "I said I didn't get bit," he yelled at me.

I narrowed my eyes "Don't lie to me, because I felt it. The infection is running in your bloodstream," I yelled back at him.

"Sky, are you sure his infected?" I heard Tyler ask me.

I looked over to him for a slit second before returning my gaze at the guy "I'm a hundred percent sure that his infected. I felt it when his hand touched my mine the infection is going fast and in a matter of minutes he will turn," I said loud enough for everyone to hear me.

The guy stood up "How can you know with just one touch? I'm not infected, ok. I'm totally fine unlike you freak," he said, but it sounded that he was trying to convince himself.

I stood in front of him in his face "I may be someone that is immune to the Walker's bite and flames come out of my hands. Yeah, I'll admit it. I'm a freak, but I don't care what people think of me, as long as my friends, son, and my brother doesn't judge me. But I hardly know you, so I don't care what you think. Now, I will ask one last time or it will bad for you. Where the hell did you get fucking bit?" I yelled at him and I heard my voice change and felt the heat starting, but I tried to take control this time.

He looked down at the floor and back at me his eyes were filled with fear. "I was bit on m side," he told him showing me his bloody side.

I looked at it and I feel the infection kill his white blood cells and T cells. I sighed "You knew I don't have a cure, right?" I asked him looking him the eye my voice back to normal.

He nodded "I know and I also know that you will have to kill me," he told me.

I nodded "Yeah, I will. But I'll give you a choice. You can let yourself turn and I'll kill you in your Walker form or you can die human," I told him. I didn't like the idea of killing a human being, but I wasn't about to let him kill the rest of us.

He smiled "Thanks, but I rather die human and I want you to kill me," he told me and I knew I couldn't deny his last wishes.

I nodded "Very well," I said and turned to Coach Martin who still driving. "Coach, pull over," I said to him and he did as he was told. I looked at him and he had become a deathly pale color. The infection was affecting him bad "What's your name?" I asked him.

He smiled again "Patrick Loews," he said.

I smiled at him "Well, Patrick any last words or requests?" I asked him.

He nodded "Yeah, I do. Can you take care of my kid?" he asked me. I stopped cold on my tracks. He had a kid in the bus? Why the hell didn't he tell before I sent him out? "Jace, come here," Patrick called and a little kid came. The kid looked like a year younger than Jasper, dirty blond hair, and the same dark blue eyes as his father, skinny and a tan skin.

I looked at Patrick then at the kid, and then back to Patrick "Why didn't you tell me?" I whispered.

He shrugged "I don't know, but will you take care of him for me?" he said. I looked at the now crying kid and I knew he knew that his father was going to become one of the Walker's himself.

I nodded "I promise," I told him.

He looked at his kid "Jace, the nice girl will look after you for me, so be nice and don't be rude or I'll be very sad," he told his kid, but the kid just nodded. Patrick turned to look at me "I'm ready," he said and walked past me to the bus doors.

"Are you really going to take care of me?" Jace asked me when his dad was outside.

I looked at the kid "Yeah, I will and you'll have a friend to. Jasper come here for a second," I said and in a matter of seconds Jasper was standing next to me "Jace meet my son Jasper. Jasper meet Jace be good to him ok. I'll be right back," I said and limped out the bus. Patrick was leaning against the bus looking worse. "Come on," I said and walked into the woods. I didn't bring my pistol, but I did bring one of my knives. We walked a couple miles in the woods getting away from the bus. I stopped on my tracks and looked behind me.

Patrick straightens himself as best as he could and looked me straight in my eyes. "Please take good care of him for me. Let's get this over with," he told me.

I nodded "Hope you meet Him up there, Patrick," I said and against my ankle's wishes I ran to him. I took out my knife from behind me and launched myself into the air landing on top of him. I raised the knife over my head and went for the kill. I got him in the middle of his forehead and this time I didn't get any blood on me. I stayed where I was on top of Patrick's now dead body. I had killed a human being that was not a Walker. I killed one of my species and I knew it would stick with me for as long as I live. I stayed there a moment more, before getting up, taking my knife with me, ripping out a piece of his cloth and clean my knife and walked back to the bus. The doors we still opened and I walked up the steps silently. I didn't look at anyone not specially Jasper and Jace. I had killed Jace's father just so that I could save the lives in this retched bus. I sat down and closed my eyes replaying the scene over and over in my head and knew that I was going to be haunted.

Lance's POV

I had been in watch for almost four hour, because I wanted the other to stay rested and ready for any action. Toby had left an hour ago to get some shut eye and I was left the newbie's.

"Hey, Lance. Did you have any family before all this?" Jake asked me. Jack was a law interne. He five-foot-seven, black hair, hazel eyes, broad and had white skin.

I looked at him "Yeah, I have to kids and a wife," I told him.

"What happened to them?" this time Lou asked me. He was a police officer. He was and inch shorter than Jake, messy brown hair, brown eyes, and he was muscular.

I looked at them "What is this? A twenty questioner?" I asked them getting annoyed by their questioning.

Jake spoke up "We were just wondering," he whispered and everything got quiet after that.

I sighed "My wife and I were working for a case here, when the out break began. My kids were in Florida going to school and everything. We were taking to out son on the phone, when we got attacked," I said looking out for zombies not looking at them. "My wife got bit and she turned in a matter of minutes and I killed her. I don't know anything my son and daughter," I told him.

They were silent for a moment before I heard Lou speak up "How old were your kids?"

I sighed "Are. They are both seventeen. Tyler is nine month older than Kayla, but they still look alike and have the same attitude. They are the best kids I could ever have," I told them.

"Why do you say they are?" Jake asked me.

I looked at both of them "Because I still have hope they are alive and kicking zombie ass. We taught them about survival, how to use guns and knives, and how to drive any kind of vehicle. They can take care of themselves and others," I told them looking back checking for any zombies. What I said was the truth that they can take care of themselves and other. We had broadcast that Colorado was zombie free, but the radio broke so we couldn't warn anyone that Colorado was safe. It was the opposite of safe. It was a disaster. I just hope that if either one of them got the broadcast and were making their way here. I hoped they were ready for this hell.