Three males walked up to a three rooms. "Pat, search the first one. Paul, second. I'll take the third." A thick Norwegian accent ordered the other two. First, all three made sure they weren't idiots who forgot to lock their doors. Then, in what seemed like practiced unison each one kicked open the door. Well, the one who seemed to be the leader shot off the lock.

     Pat looked around the room, his gun ready. Eyes shifting side to side. His mouth formed to a snarl as the place was empty. He look on the wall, a photo of his leader surrounded bye three others was shown. Though one was very noticable, Tom. His leader talked lowly of him many times. Sometimes with grief other time, pure hatred. In the kitchen little area he saw two cat bowls. Odd, they seemed to even take their cat.

     Paul had a headache, the room filled to the brim with pictures of the same man. In the smack middle entrance part was a water fountain. Scuplted of once again, the same man. A ginger man with a square chin. He groaned as he grumpily searched around. He found a picture with obly three people. A piece of the picture seemed to be cut out. Very weird indeed, well he could only assume the missing part was of his leader.

       The Norwegian stomped into the apartment. Eyes roaming, his eyes were nothing but blood lust and hatred. He looked to a table, recognizing Tom's guitar. A memory of him and his former colleagues going to the ruins flashed in his mind. Groaning and shaking his head he went back to searching. Then, he heard a car screech, and heard some familiar voices. "Fuck. PAT, PAUL, LET'S GO!" The leader yelled furious. He groaned as he reached in his backpack pulling out three hoodies. Pat and Paul stood at attention catching the hoodies. The leader had a different hoodie, it looked like a part of a halloween costume.