A/N: i know i left ya'll at a weird place but you'll find out what happens in this chapter when he's older, also this starts when they live in the woods in West Virginia before the fiftieth movie he's also 19 now.

"talking"

'Grunting'

thoughts

Lucifer's P.O.V.

A lot has happened since that night at the asylum, they didn't kill me but they did injure me, by cutting my side pretty deep... we started to live in the asylum until we finally left that retched place that holds so many bad memories in it.

We found an abandon place in the middle of the woods to live in, it's quit comfy if you get rid of the smell of death that still lingers in the house, no matter how many times I air out the house it's always there, encouraging me, enchanting me, to just kill and eat as much as I can, but I know I can't do that or we'll get found out.

It was normal or at least has normal as a cannibal family can be... that was until the dead started walking, killing and eating anything an everything that breaths... that crosses their path.

FLASHBACK TO WHEN IT BEGAN

The boys have been hunting for quite some time now and I'm starting to get worried usually one of them is back by now...and it's almost nightfall, the sound of their truck brakes me out of my worrying for the moment... but the sound of gunshots make me worry again, usually they kill them before they get to the house... so why would there be gunshots?

Banging is what drew me out of the worry filled thoughts in my head, before I went to answer the door I grabbed my machete just to be safe and it was a good thing I did, because once I opened the door these things came stumbling in the house after me... chomping their teeth trying to bite me, there was a smell of rotting flesh and decay coming from them and they didn't look the least bit human, well not anymore at least.

I swung the blade at one of the things head... and it stopped moving and dropped dead on the floor, I guess the way to kill them is to kill the brain... and with that thought I sliced through the other ones head killing it for good.

When I went outside, it was even worse right in front of the truck there lays one of my brothers, dead... no longer of this world anymore, I dropped to the ground next to him and wept... crying tears of sadness thinking of how I would no longer hear his laugh as he chases the hunt through the woods and to our other brothers.

A hand shot out and grabbed my wrist in a painful grip pulling me forward to the mouth of what used to be my brother, ready to take a bite out of my flesh, I struggle to get out of this things grip but it holds on and right as it's teeth are near my neck... it falls limp a knife in it's head.

A/N: Hey ya'll I'm just reposting this book to help with my writers block on my other story but I hope enjoy I will try to post more often peace out my hatching love Ya'll.