Tori asked where it left them. Bryan answered bluntly, "Locked out." He thought it was witty, but really it sounded better in his head. It always did. She mentioned food. He had to admit, he was starving. A bit of bread just wasn't fucking cutting it. But they had to ration, in case they c...

"It's uh...it's weird, eh?" Bryan piped up, and he was surprised that he did so. He hadn't really bothered at all to voice his thoughts on anything to her. "Couple days ago, it would've...bothered me, seeing a body lying there like that. I think it still does, but, uhh...but it all fe...

Bryan approached the glass front doors and peeked inside. No one; good enough. He let himself in, his eyes--not to mention the 12-gauge barrel--sweeping the room. There was a corpse that hadn't been visible from his previous standpoint, not too fresh by the smell of it, in the middle of the front lo...

It was getting to be a real pain in the ass, the way he and Tori had to go about entering buildings. Bryan grumbled accordingly as he hugged the wall beside the front entrance. "Psst, stay back!" he whispered to Tori, as if it wasn't obvious already. He lifted the SPAS-12 to about shoulder...

((continued from The Remake )) The hotel was west from the mall. Bryan said nothing to Tori for a long while as they walked, dwelling on the awkward embrace they had shared in front of the dead boy. Thoughts forced themselves through his head, and he no sooner began thinking about one when another a...

Andrew smiled at his friend. He was still terrified, but at least he wasn't alone. They would go find Nich and the three of them would overcome the invaders. Gun or no fucking gun. They were united. Zed raised a valid point; he'd lost track of time, actually. Was it morning yet? Would the announceme...

Zed's embrace comforted him, and he didn't try to pull away, instead sitting silently for a while. "Yeah, we are..." he finally said, wiping his nose with his sleeve. It had taken some deliberation, but he finally knew what he had to do. "I gotta go help," he whispered, letting o...

Andrew shook his head and rubbed his eyes with the thumb and index finger of one hand, barely hanging onto the daypack in the other. His gut-rot feeling had worsened tenfold. He knew that Nich was just trying to defend their home-base, but still, he couldn't help but feel a little abandoned. "I...

Nich was getting restless. A week without sex would usually do that to him. Hell, a couple days would. Admittedly, Finlayson had been in the middle of a dry spell when the students had been kidnapped. He'd even thought about trying to hook up with one of Hobbs' lesser ladies in the john on the plane...

"Yeah, good call." Nich put the map away again, being sure to add, "That's southwest. Remember." "Got it," Andrew nodded, his uneasiness remaining even long after the sound had died away. ' Why us, ' he kept thinking. ' What were the odds? 1 out of 1000? 1 out of 10000?...

Nich was impressed with Zed's quick thinking on the matter. He nodded in approval, a gesture that to him meant more than just "good plan." It meant Zed was in. He was more than a casual skatepark aquaintance; he was a friend. Nich had made the right decision to bring him along. "I don...

"Fuckin' nasty," Andrew agreed(?). "Oh, shit." He glanced at Zed's arm and remembered how much his friend had been cradling the wounded limb earlier. "Sorry, dude." Nich ignored his two cohorts and their brief homo-erotic scene, glancing around the room and thinking fur...

Andrew's lip trembled, and he looked deep into Zed's eyes. He brought his hands up to the boys shoulders slowly, finally resting them there.

"Eww, gross! Get off," he said, pushing Zed away.

Unfortunately, he did. Andrew was just about to go (attempt to) drag Zed out by the ears and get him in on the plan. Or lack thereof... soon there would be a plan(?)... Either way, upon his hasty departure from the washroom, Zed bumped headlong into Swainson, and the latter of the two stumbled sidew...

"I can't tell yet," Nich said hurriedly, "but get your ass up." He sped to the door and looked out of the peephole, returning to the bathroom doorway and mumbling, "I think we might need to leave..." "You're fuckin' right we do!" Andrew responded from the main...