"Yes, we are." Stated Charles who seemed really nervous.

The two police officers still aimed there pistols at us, and the second one asked this time, "Is it a girl?"

I answered this question, "I don't know. Maybe. What is it to you?" I didn't like their expressions.

They watched us carefully, double crossing every word we said, every movement we made.

"That's something I didn't expect. We just though you were here for the girl. What's her name... Rose?" Stated the first one with a smirk.

"Who's Rose?" I stated quickly, glancing over at Charles.

The second man then said, "Oh come on! We know you came to get her, but your not going anywhere. We're trapped because of her."

There's more?

Charles seemed scared, but he let the axe's blade hit the floor, and he leaned against the handle. "What do you mean? You were here?"

The first man replied while the second man left, "The whole time. For two months. Now drop the axe please. I don't want to arrest you."

We glanced at each other, Charles just stared at me.

"You don't realize what's going on? They're not sick. They're dead." I said to the man.

The second man returned with a girl I didn't know, but I assumed that it was Rose because Charles stiffened. Her hands were handcuffed behind her back, and she looked directly at Charles before giving a confusing look at me. I took the knife out of its sheathe, and pointed it at the man.

"Why is she handcuffed?" I asked alarmed.

"How can we get this through to you? You have weapons in a bank. Your under arrest." Stated the first one.

The second officer seemed disgusted at the first, and just yawned to hide it. Rose was standing still, looking at the man next to her, and nodding her head.

What about him? How many others are here?

I took a step forward, and the officer backed up slightly. "Take those handcuffs off. Let us leave, so we aren't a burden to you... how many there is here."

"There's only three of them." Stated Rose before being silenced by a gag.

"Let her go. We only came to get her. We don't care if your here. We are going to leave right after." Said Charles quietly, his voice barely audible.

The cops stood back, and pointed his pistol at us. "Nope. Drop the axe now. I'm giving you a final warn..."

He stopped mid-sentence as I froze up. Another man had came over here with a shotgun in his hands. The barrel was currently resting on the officers shoulder, and the officer turned around.

"What are you doing Jackson?" Stated the officer before his face was blown to smithereens.

I let out a suppressed yelp of fear when his blood splattered Charles and I along with the surrounding wall. I fought the urge to puke as his body slumped to the floor, his head shooting a squirt of blood out before slowly running out in the floor. The other officer took a step back, but met the same fate.

Another shot, and the man was clutching his guts, desperately trying to stop the inevitable. Charles paired immediately, and threw up on the floor while I stood still.

What just happened?

I looked at Rose who was being freed by the mystery man, and I glanced down. The mans blood had pooled on the floor, and my feet stood in it. I stepped back, and looked at Charles who was leaning against the wall. His brown hair that was ruffled seemed dull in comparison to the blood stained walls.

I watched as he heaved out the remaining food left in his system, and I couldn't help but feel something towards him. I walked over, and put a hand on his shoulder.

"You alright?" I asked with worry laced through my voice.

He nodded, letting lose a cough before spitting out what remained in his mouth. "Never seen someone get shot like that before. I've seen someone die, but not like that."  His voice sounded scared, but only for the moment as he turned around.

We both turned around to find Rose hugging the man affectionately. Charles rushed forward, and hugged both of them before pulling back with a red face.

"I'm glad your alright Rose. I'm happy that Ethan here, the man you helped save, talked us into looking for you." He seemed really happy to see her, and I waved awkwardly at the three.

I looked at the man who immediately answered my unspoken question. "Oh... I'm Jackson. Rose's boyfriend. Yeah, she got lucky I was at the bank in the beginning. Those guys killed almost everybody, but not me because I knew how to run the camera's."

I nodded my thanks as I walked over to them. I slipped the knife away, and glanced down at the former police officer who was slowly dying in pain. Only whimpers escaped his mouth as his heart pumped out his blood. He coughed a horrid, racking cough that forced blood out of his mouth before becoming still.

I shuddered slightly before saying, "Rose. Do you still have those supplies with you? They really need it back at home."

She nodded, and Motioned for us to stay out. Jackson, and Rose left while Charles stayed with me. We walked back to the truck, and sat down on the bed. Charles sat nearby, and crossed his arms. He leaned against the van's side, and closed his eyes. A few tears slipped from underneath, and I felt bad for not knowing what to do.

I scooted over, and placed my hand on his shoulder. He opened his eyes, and glanced over before closing them again. I patted his shoulder before slipping it around his neck. He leaned over, and placed his head on my shoulder. I heard a single sob escape his lips, and that was it. His tears streaked down slowly, and my heart burned inside.

We sat their for a while, Charles letting tears slip down his face while I held him in my arms. I waited for the other two to show up, and placed my head on top of Charles.

Why are you crying?

I vocalized the thought soon after. "Why are you crying?"

He lifted his head up, and his blue eyes met mine. "I knew those people. One was my neighbor. He had a son in my class."

My heart hurt again as his head fell to my shoulder once more. Charles silently crying away as I held him in a tight embrace. He managed to finish up, and I stood up for a moment to think about what just happened.

They're killing people they know... they knew.

Charles leaned against the van's side again, but sat their twirling the axe in the air. I just shook my head at his sudden change of feelings, and pushed off the wall when Rose and Jackson came back. Rose sported a oversized backpack, and was carrying three duffel bags while Jackson was lugging behind him a portable generator.

"How are we supposed to move all that stuff with all of those Rotters outside?" I asked bewildered at the bulk of the supplies.

Jackson just smiled while lifting it up, and onto the van's open backside. "Who said anything about walking?"

Charles looked up, and said with excitement,"Don't tell me you know how to drive one of these things?"

He pointed at the reinforced vehicle that they were currently loading up with more supplies that they pulled from around the corner.

"Yep. It's not that hard. I started off in one of these things before." He said proudly.

I just shook my head at the thought of pulling up next to the house with a federal bank van. I chuckled to myself as I picked up a duffel bag, and threw it in the back.

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Wait... what just happened their?

The deaths....The..feelings?

I have no idea what just happened.

Can you guys help me straighten out what went down?

Are Charles and Ethan.... in love?

What about Rose, and Jackson?

Why is there that much stuff in a bank?

Something's going on, and you'll (probably) find out in the next chapter.