Joe's POV

2 Weeks Later…

I walked down the side walk next to Charles. Cary stood behind us, fingers intertwined with Azalea. Jo walked next to Preston and Martin next to him.

"You guys were doing all this while I was on vacation?" Charles said as he kicked a piece of rubble.

"Pretty much," Cary said.

"And did you chicken out again?" he asked rudely, looking back at Preston.

Jo kicked him in the back of the leg. He looked quite in pain and she shouted at him, "Shut up!" she looked up at Preston. "You were very brave." She stood up on her tip-toes and kissed Preston on the cheek.

He turned the color of a tomato.

So, as we walked down that broken sidewalk as a group of friends, I realized something. Our town wasn't normal. And we weren't normal. Normal kids didn't go off fighting aliens and normal towns didn't even have aliens for fighting.

But it was okay, because as long as we were together, I wouldn't mind if we had to fight eight aliens and zombies. Luckily, we never did fight zombies.

Th-th-that's all folks!

~Nikki