Roman

"Guys?" Dean calls again.

"What does he want now?" Daniel sighs as he gets up. A few seconds later, he swears loudly, and Punk and Seth say at the same time, "What?". When there's no response, they get up and follow Daniel.

"Dude, I can't drive through them!" Dean yells as I join everyone in the front of the van.

"Well what else CAN you do?" Punk yells back.

"I don't know, but you obviously have no useful ideas!"

I push past Daniel and Seth and move between Dean and Punk. We really don't need those two fighting. That wouldn't help anything.

Punk looks at me and takes a step back, his head down. Dean glares at me for a moment, then turns away, muttering to himself. As always. To be quite honest, I think he's a little off in the head…

Once I think they're both calmed down enough to be civilized, I back away.

"Any other ideas?" Dean asks.

"Uh yeah. Back up." Daniel says.

"And how's that supposed to help?"

Daniel points at the windshield, and two of those people have almost climbed on the front of the van.

"Shit!" he exclaims, and abruptly backs the van about twenty yards away from the crowd. The two that were almost on top of the vehicle had slid off.

I kept looking out at these people, and as Dean backed away from them, they followed. And soon the exit was clear.

I looked over at Seth, and he was staring out the windshield as well. I knew that he'd get it, so I said nothing.

"Wait! They're following us!" Seth exclaims.

"No shit Sherlock," Dean says as he turns around.

"No seriously Dean. Look!" he points out the window. "They've moved away from the exit, so all you have to do is lure them further away, then take a different route to the exit, and once we're out, gun it so that they won't be able to keep up."

"That's the only plan we've got," Daniel says.

Dean sighs. "Fine."

We still stand around him and as Dean starts backing up, he says, "Uh, you don't need to watch my every move."
I turn and head to the back, and the rest of the guys follow me.

"Kay, so we leave the parking lot. But where to after that?" Daniel asks as he sits down on the couch.

"Wherever we need to go," Seth says/

"Like…?"

"I don't know. Wal-Mart?"

"Why Wal-Mart?"

Seth shrugs. "More supplies. As much as we can fit in here,"

Daniel nods, and the silence envelopes us like a cloud, occasionally permeated by the mutterings of Dean's gravelly voice.

I lean back against the wall and recall everything that happened today. Everything was perfectly fine until the end of our match. Then some people went crazy. And that's the weird thing, only certain people acted this way. About half the crowd was normal. It all sounded so familiar, but I can't seem to figure out why…

The way they acted was odd as well. They were fast. But I noticed they didn't stay fast. They lost their speed, became slower. And their skin! they were so pale! Paler than those idiotic Twilight vampires. Hmmm...maybe they're vampires...no, they can't be. Vampires can talk. Punk said he tried to communicate with them, and they didn't respond. Maybe they can't understand us. Or maybe that particular guy just didn't feel like talking. But the whole eating people thing could mean that they're vampires...but wait. Vampires don't EAT people! What exactly ARE these things then?

"Haha! Yes! You ain't getting a piece of us tonight, you freaking freaks!" Dean shouts, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"You did it?" Punk asks.

"Obviously."

"Head to the nearest Super Wal-Mart." Seth calls out.

"Does it look like I know this town?" Dean says.

"I'll look it up then," Seth gets up and grabs one of the bags off the bed, and rummages through one of the pockets. Once he finds his phone, he tells Dean to stop driving for a second.

Dean snorts. "Are you kidding me? And have the freaks catch up to us? Screw you man," At that, he accelerates.

Seth sighs, but says nothing. Dean's gonna do what Dean wants to do.

I look to Daniel, who is fiddling with his own phone.

"She's not replying…" he mumbles.

Punk gives him a pitying look, and I can't help but feel bad for him. He's obviously trying to get in touch with Brie, his fiance. I'm surprised he even left the arena without her; normally she's his first priority. I really hope that she's okay for Daniel's sake.

"Find Main Street." Seth calls out.

"Duh, everything's on Main Street. Every town has a Main Street," Dean yells back.

"How do you know that?"

"Don't even bother," Punk tells Seth referring to him trying to reason with Dean.

"Just because!" Dean says.

Seth shakes his head and lets it go. Good idea.

Again silence falls. I look around at everyone, and decide that we've got a pretty good team; all of us are strong and skilled. Seth and Daniel are technical, Punk is the most experienced, Dean...just psycho (which I guess could come in handy sometimes) and I'm the strength. But I don't think that we'll be wrestling those things….I wonder who has experience with weapons...I know that Dean's got good survival instincts, since he practically lived on the streets when he was younger. Punk too, living on the streets of Chicago. Daniel lived in Washington, in a small town. Maybe he has some survival instincts...Seth, most likely not. And me? Not really. I'm just strong. But not dumb. Definitely not dumb.

I've got my own plan for when we get to Wal-Mart. Get bags, and get food, medicine, warm clothes, flashlights, batteries, essential stuff. And weapons. Super Wal-Mart sells guns, right? I hope so, because we're gonna need them. If not guns, knives. Something. I don't know about the other guys, but I don't wanna get eaten. I'm not letting any of us get hurt or killed. Especially Seth or Dean. They're practically my brothers, they've taught me so much. Even though Dean is kind of an asshole, I still consider him one of my best friends. As for Punk and Daniel...I suppose we're friends. Acquaintances, at least. We have to be, in this situation.

Suddenly, Daniel gets up, climbs into the bed opposite Seth, and closes the curtain. Seth and I lock eyes, and I can see the pity in his brown eyes. Poor Daniel.

Punk is looking at the closed curtain, and it's obvious that he's worried about Daniel.

"Found Main Street!" Dean yells.

"So keep going until you find Wal-Mart!" Seth rolls his eyes exasperated.

About ten minutes later, Dean pulls into the Wal-Mart parking lot.

"Alright guys, make this quick," Dean says as Seth and Punk head out the door. "Hey Daniel,"

Daniel slowly pulls the curtain and looks up at Dean. "Yeah?"

"Stay here, wait for us, and call us if something's up. Kay?"

Daniel nods, then retreats back behind his curtain.

"Dude, you kinda need to be able to look out the window."

"I'm kinda busy."

Dean scowls. "Look, you can call what's-her-name some other time, but right now, you need to watch for those freaks!"

"Okay okay, fine," But Daniel makes no move to leave his bed.

Dean twitches, and I step forward before he can throw one of his legendary temper tantrums.

"Ugh, we don't have time for this. You deal with him." Dean storms off the van.

I sigh, and pull back the curtain. Daniel looks up at me, then he too sighs when he sees the look on my face.

"Fine." he climbs off the bed, and I step back to give him room. "I'll be in the driver's seat. Call me when you need me to unlock the doors," he walks to the driver's seat and plops down.

I start down the steps, then turn to give Daniel a stern look.

"I'll be fine, I'll be on the lookout for freaks," he mock salutes me.

I roll my eyes, then head out of the van and close the door behind me. i look around, and it's completely dead. Silent. No noise. Kind of odd, but its better than having those things swarm around us.

i jog into the Super Wal-M art, and once I get inside, I'm greeted with a gruesome sight.

Bodies are littered everywhere, blood covers almost everything in the entrance.

And what's worse, I hear a low snarl, and none of the other guys are to be seen.