We left the house a couple of weeks ago, we've been stopping at rest stops when we can't stay awake any longer, when we need to eat, or when we need to stretch our legs. I've been staying in the bed of the truck the whole time we've been on the road, sometimes it's just me or someone else is back there with me. I count how many bullets we have left for every caliber rifle we have with us. About thirty .22 rounds, twenty 30-06 rounds, twenty-five 30-30 rounds. We could use some handguns, better melee weapons, and more ammo.

I check how much food we have, and decide we may need to get some more. I lean against the back window of the truck and watch as everything gets smaller in the distance and I feel tears form in the corners of my eyes and I clench my teeth. I had to leave my home, my town, my life all because of this damned apocalypse, but yet I'm with friends People who don't always have to depend on me, people who will listen when I need to talk to them about what is going on in my head, people who can help me protect everyone else. I should be grateful that I made it past all of those zombies that first night, but yet I sorta wish I didn't. If I didn't yank my arm away from that woman, from that zombie, so I wouldn't be in this mess, but yet I know what would've happened if I didn't escape. My friends would have gone out looking for me, then they would have had to kill me, and I know that some of them would have been unable to kill me. Rae, Damien, and Dylan would have probably killed me right on the spot to protect themselves and the girls. Landon would probably have had me chained up to a wall and look for a cure, or maybe die without me. I don't know for sure what everyone would do if one of us were to turn, but I know that I would shoot them in the forehead with a pistol, even if it was the love of my life.

"Hey, Ash, you wanna get up and stretch your legs or trade places with someone in the cab?" Damien asks me, sitting on the edge of the truck bed. I glance over at him and shake my head "no." I didn't want to get up, but I do need to tell everyone that we need to get more supplies.

"Get everyone to come here," I tell him, and Damien walks away.

A few minutes later, everyone climbs into the truck bed. Landon sits next to me, Dylan and Aine sit on the sides, Alex and Carlie lean against each other on the tailgate, Rae and Aimee sit next to Dylan, and Damien sits next to Aine. They all look at me expectantly and I take a deep breath before I tell them.

"We need to go on a supply run, we're running low on food and ammo and I think we need more than just axes and rifles. If we get handguns, it could be easier to walk around and conceal them versus rifles where they are either in our hands or on our shoulders or on our backs. It makes sense to me to get more weapons, and we are kind of running low on food and maybe if we find a place for a night or two will do us some good." Everyone starts talking as soon as I finish.

I hop out of the truck bed and quickly grab the map from the cab. It's always wise to have a map with you wherever you go on road trips or camping trips so you know where you are. I look at the map and see the line that someone drew from where we started to where we are now, a bright purple line going over several other colored lines that mark roads and highways and interstates. My finger travels up the road we're on the map and I spot a quite large city we could get supplies from, it should only take a few hours to drive there and then we can stock up on gas, again, and supplies.

Folding the map back up, I get out of the cab and grab an apple from one of the coolers in the bed. I take a bite of the gala apple and lean against the truck, looking to the right, down the road we've come from. There are a couple of zombies walking towards up, so I lift up my .22 rifle and aim for their heads. I take a deep breath and steady my arms and hands, keeping my finger off the trigger until I'm ready to shoot. I rest my cheek just off of the rifle and close my left since my right is dominant for me, then I line up the sights with the head of the first zombie. Once I'm steady, once my sure that I'll hit the zombie, I pull the trigger. I cock the rifle and load in another bullet, then do all the same things and fire. I toss my rifle into the bed of the truck and climb in myself, then an ear-piercing whistle comes from my mouth to single to everyone else we have to get a move on. Everyone piles into the truck in a matter of minutes and Dylan climbed into the truck bed.

I told everyone that we're stopping in the next big city for supplies, and all of them just nod their heads in agreement. I sigh and watch as everything behind the truck starts getting farther away ever so slowly, and I sit there in silence with Dylan. When we were a couple, we had sat in silence doing our own things for the longest time and never really talked unless it was online mainly, and it did not help our relationship. Something else that did not help was the fact that, since we rarely could hang out, I had, in a way, kept him from his friends during lunch at school. I glance over at my ex-boyfriend, a permanent frown on my lips, and then I focus on the horizon.

As each day passes, the feeling of not belonging gets thicker, heavier, until I can feel myself becoming hollow. My house, my town, my country, my state was what I called home, where I belonged and where I'd live until I died. Now, I'm away from the place I call home. They say home is where the heart is, but it is also where you belong, and I may belong nowhere.

I pull out my MP3 Player and choose a playlist, one that should make me feel better and not break down. I smile down at the song that starts playing first: See You Again by Carrie Underwood. I've always loved Carrie Underwood, and some of her songs help me feel better when I drop into a depressed state of mind. I don't have depression, but sometimes I end up putting myself down or crying when I think about certain situations or something.

I put in my earbuds and leaned back, closing my eyes and I start mouthing the words.

"Said goodbye, turned around and you were gone, gone, gone fading into the setting sun, slipped away but I won't cry, 'cause I know I'll never be lonely. For you are the stars to me, you are the light I follow." I sing along, then I continue to simply listen.

A while later, after repeating my playlist multiple times, we make it to the city and I turn off my MP3 Player and put it and my earbuds in my pocket. I stand up in the truck bed and survey the surrounding buildings. So many people lay dead in the streets, so many people had fallen victim to this virus, so many people gone forever. I spotted a few zombies eating the corpse of a young man and looked away from it, wishing I could have helped if we had arrived earlier. These creatures shouldn't exist, but yet they do.

We arrive at a Walmart and everyone hops out. We parked the truck in the outdoor plants' sections, where the gates open up on warm summer days and locked it up. We shut the gate and checked our weapons, I figured this would be a great place to get new weapons and food, and maybe some new clothes. Everyone broke off into groups of two and a group of three: Alex and Carlie; me and Landon; Aimee and Rae; Damien, Aine, and Dylan. I walked with Landon to the hunting section, after grabbing a few backpacks, and loaded up on ammo, binoculars, guns, and other things we could use. I wandered to the hats and grabbed a few, stuffing them into a flowery backpack, then grabbed some jackets and doing the same. I smiled at Landon as we grab some rifles and shotguns, all the while the others are grabbing food and clothes. Once we've finished, I lead Landon to the candy section and grab a ton of chocolate and sour candies. I smile and I grab a fuck ton of M&Ms and Sour Patch Kids, as well as Skittles and Warheads. God, how I love my sour candy.

I finish stuffing the flowery backpack, and a dark blue space backpack, with candy, then Landon and I go to meet up with everyone else, after grabbing some baseball bats and knives and whatnot. Walking around Walmart while it's so quiet isn't very settling, seeing as whenever I'm in a Walmart there are always people everywhere, lots of noise from the speakers and people talking, and all the lights on. Now, it's like there has never been anyone here, or no one has been here for a very long time. I glance over at him as we await everyone else with their bags full. I adjust my thin jacket and make sure that I can comfortably fire a rifle, I've never been able to fire a rifle or shotgun with a jacket on.

"You okay, Ash?" Landon asks me, I glance at him and puts my backpacks and rifle down.

"Since when am I really okay? You know I don't like sharing how I feel or what's going on with me," I respond, sitting down next to the items.

Landon sits down next to me and pulled me into his lap, his arms wrapping around my smallish body. I like being held, it was the 1 thing that Dylan never did. Well, that and listening to my problems.

"What's wrong, Senpai?" He asks, using a nickname that, for some reason, makes me smile.

"I feel out of place like I don't belong here, like I'm not meant to be in this situation," I respond, resting my head on his shoulder and closing my eyes as tears well up in them. I can't control when I cry, but I can stall it to the point that it doesn't happen.

"Ash, you do belong with us, with me, and we're in this mess together with people who are your friends," Landon says, kisses my forehead.

I place my hand on the back of his head and bring his lips to mine, initiating a kiss. His lips move against mine, the kiss slowly getting a bit more heated and needy, but it ends all too soon when we hear someone whistling at us. A slight blush covers our cheeks as we look up and see Alex and Carlie with bags of food. I quickly stood up and grab my bags, putting one on my back and holding the other. Landon stands up as well and puts his backpack on, he hands me my rifle and I hold it in one hand.

"Did we interrupt something?~" Carlie asks, smirking at me, which makes my face turned redder.

"You didn't interrupt anything that can't be continued later," Landon says, draping his arm over my shoulders. I was blushing big time.

I swallow the knot in my throat and wave everyone else to us once I spotted them. The five of them almost sprint to us, bags full of essentials, and we head out of the store. I could tell something was off, but I'm not so sure what it is yet. They were running from something, we all shuffled into the truck and a stolen mustang convertible, then we head on down the road.

As we drive, my mind starts to wander. What could have happened if I and Landon weren't interrupted? What were the others running from? Why did this all happen? What'll happen to everyone if we're the only survivors left? I think about my family again, how they could possibly be part of the undead now and how I was unable to keep my sisters alive and safe. How I failed them as a big sister. How I couldn't be a big sister for them, pushing them away and not letting them talk to me while I was talking to friends online or playing video games. How I just wasn't there for them and I didn't let them really be there for me...

I snap out of my thoughts when we started to drift off the road, quickly pulling the mustang away from the edge of the blacktop and more into the center of the lane. Rae gives me a concerned look from the back seat before going back to talking to Aimee, all the while Carlie talks to Alex, who is in the backseat, and I listen to the radio. Carrie Underwood and Keith Urban's Fighter was playing and I let some tears build up in the corner of my eyes as I sing along.

"I know he hurt you, made you scared of love, too scared to love. He didn't deserve you 'cause you're precious heart is a precious heart." I mutter, tears sliding down my cheeks and my throat locks up a bit. I hate it when I become emotional, I hate it because I can't talk without nearly bursting into tears.

Carlie puts her hand on mine, giving me a slight squeeze. She doesn't know everything that goes on in my head, what I keep hidden from everyone. Even Landon. I wipe away the tears and smiles, laughing softly and lightly to simply cheer myself up. I squeeze her hand back and a walkie-talkie goes off in the backseat, Landon's voice coming from it. A real smile broke out on my face at the sound of my boyfriend's voice, and I watch as the truck pulls onto the side and I do the same with the mustang. Landon, Alex, Dylan, and I all hop out of the vehicles. Alex gets into the driver's seat of the mustang, Dylan gets into the driver's seat of the truck, landon and I hop into the bed of the truck.

We had gotten two pairs of walkie-talkies. One pair for the cars and then one pair for whoever is in the back of the truck to communicate with someone in the vehicles.

I lean against Landon as the truck starts moving, and this time it was behind the mustang. I sigh in contempt and he holds me. I smile up at him and he leans down and pecks my lips, I sit up slightly and bring his lips back to mine. It was just us in the truck bed, and I don't care if the others saw me making out with my boyfriend, I can't have him all to myself without someone getting in the way. I smile as we break the kiss, a blush covering my cheeks and I can feel the heat of it. I don't know why I'm blushing, but the smile on his face adds to my own joy and I giggle slightly, Landon wrapping his arms more securely around me in a tight hug. I usually hate hugs, but I love cuddles and hugs and snuggles from my boyfriend... it helps me feel safe.

Days later, we stop at a motel, make sure it is clear of the undead, and stay there for a while. Each couple had a room and the three singles shared one. I set a bag of clothes down on one of the beds in my and Landon's room, where he had set his bag down before hopping into the shower. I strip from my t-shirt and jeans and put on a pair of booty shorts and slipped on one of Landon's shirts. I love shirts that are too big for me, they're just really comfortable and Landon's shirts smell like him. Yeah, I know I'm weird for liking his scent, but what can I say? I'm the crazy girl in his life and he loves it.

As I lay on the empty bed, Landon comes out of the bathroom with just a pair of boxers on. A blush covers my cheeks and I flip onto my stomach, burying my face into the pillows to the point I can't breathe very well. I feel the bed dip next to me, a pair of strong arms rolling me back onto my back and holding me against a bare chest. Landon's warm to the touch, causing me to sigh and snuggle closer to him. We then fall asleep.