One gunshot resonated in the distance, a clear crack over the landscape. Bree glanced at Ethan who tightened the grip on his pistol.

Charles spoke what they were all thinking, "Way to close to not be them."

Bree mumbled her affirmation, and Ethan remained quiet. They pushed on down the road at a faster pace this time than before. Within a couple minutes they came across a dirt road where a tree line his the view of a farm house.

Bree motioned for them to hit the sides, and they pushed apart from each other. Bree slipped in while Charles watched for movement from behind his guns sight. Ethan pushed forward just behind Bree a little ways before copying Charles motion.

They pushed towards the tree line, and watched from their. A pile of Rotters lay outside, and after further looking Ethan pointed out a few droplets of blood on the ground. They saw a scuffle of footprints lead to the house which had the doors closed.

Nothing came from inside as they watched form the tree line. No movement, no noise, not even a flash of light.

Bree pushed back from her tree, "They're in their. We know it, and so do they. You two stay here, and I'll go forward. Cover me if things go south."

Charles nodded as he slipped over towards a secure spot. "Ethan. Your out of range from here with that pistol."

Ethan turned to Bree who answered his question in a lowered voice, "Walk up with me, and lie down in the pile over their. You should be close enough, and still have some cover."

"Of course I get close." Ethan chuckled as he checked his safety.

Bree took a deep breath, "Lets do this."

They both stepped out of the clearing, slowly walking across the open yard. Ethan wordlessly slipped down onto the pile of corpses, and wedged himself between two while Bree walked forward. Her machete shook slightly in her hand as she moved towards the house.

She nocked on the door carefully, her hand clutching her weapon was almost completely white. Ethan slipped the pistol slowly up so he could start shooting when needed be, and he didn't need to look back to know that Charles had already done the same.
Nothing sounded from inside before the door opened up, and Bree was staring into three gun barrels.

She started stammering as she dropped the machete, "I-I-Please-No . . ."

"Who the fuck are you, and how did you find us?" A male voice spoke over; a very familiar voice.

"Brent?" Bree stuttered out finally.

Ethan starred wide eyed at the familiar stranger in front of him, "That son of a bitch is still alive."

A gun clicked from one of the three men as Brent walked forward, "I don't know who you are Miss, but I demand to know how you know my name."

"Yes you do Brent. It's Bree, remember? From the Shell." She spoke earnestly towards the man who gave no recognition.

Brent suddenly grabbed her by the throat, and slammed her against the doorway. "Stop fooling around. Bree is dead along with everyone else I knew. Besides, Bree was skinnier."

Bree just closed her eyes as she defended herself, "I am not fat."

The two others were watching the outside as another woman came outside screaming at Brent, "What the fuck is going on? Who the hell is she, and how do you know her?"

Ethan took a double take as the girl came closer to view. He gasped slightly as he saw Ann standing before him in a military outfit.

Charles saw it to, "Oh My God ANN!"

He came running through the tree line, stumbling forward with his gun to his side. Three guns flew straight to him when he did that.

Charles you idiot!

Ann raised her gun up, and Ethan watched her pull the safety off. His eyes widened as he pulled the trigger on his own gun; aimed at Ann. His bullet dug into the side of her shoulder as she let off a round towards Charles who was blindly sprinting at them.

Charles stumbled to the ground as Ethan shot again, but his time at the man who was aiming at him. He shot him in the leg, and switched focus back on Ann who had pulled a pistol from her holster. Bree had pushed Brent aside, and doing so, had picked up her machete.

Bree brought it to Ann's throat as she had focused it on Ethan. Charles still lay on the ground, but groaned loudly as Brent pushed the other man to stand down. Ethan stood up with his pistol whine Bree closed he gap between Ann's

Bree hissed into Ann's ear as she raised the machete to her neck, "One more move and-"

Ann brought her head backwards, soul her leg around, and twirled Bree around. Ann grabbed Bree's wrist and forced the machete from her hand. It dropped to the ground, clanging away as Ann raised the pistol she still had at Ethan.

Ethan held his gun in place as he watched the one sides fight go down. "Drop the gun Ann. Why are you doing this?"

"Your the boy I was sent to kill. How do you know my name?" Ann sneered at him.

Ethan's heart skipped a beat for a moment as he heard Ann speak. "You don't remember me? Nothing from the crash, before the crash?"

"How do you know of that to?" Ann placed the gun to Bree's squirming figure.

Charles was crawling away, a thin line of blood led from his body to where he had fell to the first time. Ethan's eyes widened as he took a breaths his hands were clamming up as the gun started to shake in his hands. Brent held back the other people who had showed up from inside, and he watched the whole scene unfold.

Ann filled the momentary gap, "Cam you out the gun down so I can record your death? I have to show my superiors that the mission was complete. Don't you understand?"

Bree shot back a statement, "I understand. Understand that your a whore who deserves to be killed."

Ann gasped slightly as Bree finished her sentence. Bree laughed for a moment before Ann slammed the bit of her gun into her neck. It sent Bree to the ground coughing, and sputtering for air.

Ann vehemently towards Bree, "Don't you ever-ever call me a whore again."

Ethan watched Bree struggle for air, saw Charles lying on the ground, and saw Ann exposed.

He spoke aloud to cause Ann snap he rheas up towards him, "I'm so sorry Ann. May god forgive me."

With those words he pulled the trigger one more time. He watched as Ann's body jerked once from the bullets impact into her skull. Her body loosened up, and fell to the ground as a momentary expelling of blood let the back of her skull through the bullets exit.

Ethan lowered the gun, dropped it, and then fell to his knees crying. He saw a man move over to his side, and felt someone touch him. He didn't react as he starred at Ann's lifeless body.

Brent's voice came over the slight haziness that started to develop everything, "I know it must have been hard, but you did the right thing Ethan."

•••••••

Who officially hates me now for that?

It was going so great, but the suspense had to be lowered before the whole book became mellow in one fast car ride.

I hope Charles is alright, and how will Bree fair as well?

What will Ethan be like after this?