" Take this Joe", said Wallace as he handed me a red juice box filled with pineapple juice. He was standing behind a counter while I sat opposite  him on a metallic stool. We were in a Mexican restaurant, a deserted place that was yet still neat and clean. The front doors were however barred by tables and chairs, while the windows had dried newspapers plastered on them to make sure nothing could scout us from outside. All the men were asleep except me and Wallace, and each man held a gun at hand while they slept, except Blue, who's arms wrapped his bible like a blanket.
     " Thanks", I replied and collected the juice box. I sucked some of the juice from it's straw and set the box on the counter.
     " Let me guess, bad dream?", asked Wallace.
     I nodded my head in confirmation.
     " I knew something like that would happen, judging from your facial expression. Must have scared the life out of you", remarked Wallace.
     I said nothing, but took another sip of my drink and held it to my shoulder level with my right fingers while my right elbow supported it. My face remained transfixed, remembering the nightmare I dreamt a few minutes ago. It was so real, like a vision that could happen at any moment. The sight of those dead bodies haunted my mind, while the thought of losing Blue had a strong grip in my heart. I didn't wanted to lose any of them at all.
     Wallace snapped me out from my thoughts," Joe? Joe? Aren't you listening?".
     I looked at him and asked," Sorry Wallace. What were you saying earlier?".
     " Just wanted to thank you Joe, for everything you've done", said Wallace.
     " Oh, well you're welcome Wallace", I replied and raised my juice box high above my head.
     Wallace smiled and continued," I really mean it Joe. If you hadn't switched minds with that Crusher then I'm not even sure whether I would still be alive".
     " And that's were I have to thank you for creating that Mind Heal of yours. Very useful and handy".
     " Thanks Joe. Don't be offended but may I ask what happened to Musa?".
     I paused, looked behind me and then returned my gaze to him," He tried to kill me because of Erik, but while we fought I discovered he was infected, probably from the maneaters, as you call them. So I...".
     " Had to kill him", completed Wallace.
     " Yeah", I sighed.
     Wallace sighed as well and said," Well, speaking of Erik, while Blue and Lukeman carried you after you fainted, we went back to the parking lot and saw a trail of dried blood and footprints. It led all the way to the tracks of one of the parked cars".
     " You think Erik's alive?", I asked curiously.
     " Doubting. With the level of damage he did back then, his chances of survival is minimal. Maybe a maneater survived and drove the car".
     " That doesn't make any sense. Those creatures are too savage for knowing how to drive. It had to be Erik. The only thing that's making it doubtful is that why would he leave us if he survived?".
     " Maybe he became a zombie and drove away", guessed Wallace.
     I sighed," True. Militant zombies are experts in the hands of guns. We were attacked by three of them operating jets while on a plane. So yeah they can operate cars too I guess".
     Wallace wore a surprised face," What?! So now we have militant zombies to worry about? That's just great".
     I finished my drink and asked him," By the way, you've met the Crusher before?".
     " Of course I have. It was a great terror when it came into the house. It was one of Edward's servants that killed the rotten bastard. Like a brave man he jumped down from the stairs and knifed the brute on the head. The crusher however made it's last kill as it grabbed his leg, smashed him on the floor and crushed his head with it's big foot".
     " Brutal death", I remarked.
     " Exactly. That brute won't just die without a fight to show off his brute strength. It's that metal zombie that has a great sense of pride".
     " You can call it a Metallian you know".
     " Hmm. Nice name Joe. Anyway, can you fill me in on your father's experiment?", asked Wallace.
     I shrugged and replied," While I'm a good scientist and engineer, my father was a very successful scientist in the military. He always had that dream of improving human beings up to a certain extent so that we could have super soldiers who would be able to defend our country. However, our former general by the name of Max Nowell prevented him from carrying out the project. After Max' death, Lucas Roman's, our new general, became interested in dad's work so he decided to try it out. The project however became an experimental failure as the machine malfunctioned and shot some kind of blast that hit my wife Ana".
     " Oh my. She was the first victim?".
     " She was the cause of the outbreak. Up till now I know not of her whereabouts".
     " I'm sorry to say this, but why do I have the feeling that your dad killed Max".
     " He didn't. My dad's not that kind of person. And besides, he turned into a metallian so I killed him, alongside with Erik".
     " My good Lord. I'm so sorry Joe".
     " Thanks Erik. It's getting late. I think we should probably go back to sleep".
     Wallace sighed," I guess you're right Joe. But I want you to remember this Joe".
     " And what's that?", I asked.
     " Zig Ziglar once said this,' Fear has two meanings. Forget everything and run, or face everything and rise. The choice is yours', Joe", concluded Wallace as he patted me on the right shoulder and left.
     I thought about his words and declared in my heart that they were words of wisdom.