SEASON 2 EPISODE 4: BROKEN

            The police officers raced throughout the station collecting weapons and rushing out the door. The entire building was exploding with noise and chatter, people giving orders and others taking them. It was a choir of order in response to a bustle of chaos. In the audience to oversee the reaction to the epidemic in development was a man in a cell. His face braced between two bars that his fingers were tightly gripping around. He glared with a disturbing smirk in the corners of his mouth.

[Shrill man]: (Sing song voice) Excuse me!

            An officer stopped what he was doing and stormed towards the man in the cell.

[Officer]: What is it, Curt?

[Shrill man]: I believe a release is in order?

            The officer laughed humorously.

[Officer]: Let me get this straight, “Captain Crazy”: You, a convicted serial killer wants to be released from this cell, simply because of a flu going around?

[Shrill man]: Oh, if it were the flu, the entire station wouldn’t be going crazy now would it?

[Officer]: You’re staying in the cell.

[Shrill man]: (Laughs) you can’t be serious! You’re just gonna leave me here to die?

[Officer]: That’s the plan, Curt. Although we will be leaving with you some food so, you may wanna think about rationing.

            The officer walked away and disappeared into the constantly moving police department. Days later, and the station was no longer busy, because no one was there; no one but Curt. Week one:  He was alone, save for the vast amount of food that was placed in his cell. He was too depressed to eat the first two days, but had gleefully eaten a very large meal the following day. It was difficult, being paid the attention of nothing but silence, staying in one spot for an entire week, in the same clothes and without the grace of being able to shower, brush his teeth, or wear deodorant. The week was over and his bloodlust was through the roof.

            Week 3: Curt’s food rationing was about a quarter depleted. He needed to start rationing better. He had begun eating a handful’s worth of food every other day. It was barely enough. He had adopted the left corner of his cell as his “waist corner”. He had gotten used to the smell, but had been horrifically reminded of it each time he used to corner to relieve himself. He started punching the brick walls just to get a glimpse of blood again; just to remember the taste.

            Month 5: Curt had very little food left. He was eating just barely a cracker every other day. That third day was his favorite day. He would go at least a week before using the corner, and when he did everything was fluids. Some of it ran down to his food supply, but he didn’t care. He ate it anyways. He started scratching his wrists and banging his head on the bars to remind him daily that he still felt.

            Three days till present day: Curt had forgotten a lot. He lost track of how long he’d been in the cell. He forgot which time was day and the other was night. He had finished off his food a long time ago, but he wasn’t sure how long it had been since he’d eaten. His “waist corner” was no longer there. When you run out of real food sometimes you get desperate enough to go to things that used to be food. It was enough. The stomach viruses were annoying but at least it let him know he was still alive. He had stopped hurting himself a long time ago as well. The amount of time he spent alone brought him from serial killer to mentally insane. Every now and then he would hear a noise and talk back to it, and soon enough he would have full conversations to a gust of wind. 

            Curt suddenly got something a little different from all the other days he spent in the station. He heard dozens of pairs of feet shuffle through the front door. Minutes later he saw a crowd of corpses scuffle towards him. Some strange reason, they simply kept on walking. Was Curt like them? Was he sick? He looked real carefully as the corpses. They looked dead: yellow eyes, pale skin, black lips and graying hair. Curt looked at his reflection in a urine puddle: Long, scruffy brown hair, a frizzled and patchy beard, pale skin, blue eyes, and chapped lips. He was still alive. Barely. He didn’t know why they didn’t notice him, but it was good to have company.

            Two days before present: Curt woke up from his sleep to the sound of his friends growling. He opened his eyes, sat up and watched as they all walked down a hall and into a back room. Not even a minute later, a handful of men raced into the station with wooden boards, and began hammering them into doors behind the herd of corpses.

[Stranger]: Gah! What’s that smell?! I’ve never smelt anything like it!

            The four men walked up to the cell. They look directly at Curt. Curt looked directly at them.

[Stranger]: Hey boss…I think his guy’s still alive…look at ‘em.

            Their boss walked up to Curt. His expression folded into a grossed out frown.

[Stranger]: What do we do?

[Anders]: Let’s not waist a bullet, Dom. Let’s go.

            The four began to turn and walk out the door when suddenly Curt bellowed out words that actually fit into context, and actually made sense.

[Shrill man]: Please don’t leave me! I would like to live!

            Anders laughed and walked over to Curt. He pulled the Costco hat off his head and brandished it to Curt.

[Anders]: Aren’t you confused, stranger? We’re the only ones supposed to live.

            …the only ones…

            ...Present Time...

           Curt could watch as the lonely rover came up behind Zack Castanon. Tim didn’t see it grasp his friend by the shoulders, and he didn’t see him sink his teeth into his neck. It was only till he heard Zack’s screams did he finally turn around to realize what happened. Curt had seen the whole thing.

[Intro]

·        

            Lee shifts in the broken glass and scattered debris. Instantly he stops moving. He groans painfully. He smells smoke, gunpowder, and blood. Lots and lots of blood. Is it his? Lee moves his eyes around. It’s blurry, and his peripheral vision is pitch-black. His head hurts like it had just been run over by a train. He blinks hard, but it only makes his eyes hurt. He tries to see through the smoke and blurred vision, and the only thing he could make out was the blood bubbling out of his leg, arms and chest. Vaguely, he could make out multiple shadowing forms slowly coming towards him. The ringing in his ears nearly made him deaf. Suddenly he heard several gunshots go off. The shadowing figures in front of him fell to the ground. He felt the light pitter-patter of black blood droplets sprinkle on his face. The blood was cold.

            The ringing slowly faded away, and soon after, two more vehicles pulled up close to the wreckage. More gunshots went off, followed by more falling bodies. Lee heard screaming and shouting, but couldn’t quite make them out. He saw Ian run towards him. He stopped in his tracks and starred at Lee for a few seconds. Why did he stop? He called to Jenna. She came running in. The two reached down towards Lee and lifted him off the ground. Lee screamed in agony. The tearing sensation in his side and his bleeding limbs felt like fire, finished by icy chills.

[Jenna]: Where do we put him?!

[Ian]: In the car!

[Jenna]: There’s no room, it’s filled to the top with food!

[Ian]: (Irritated) Throw the food out!

[Bailey]: Hurry up I only got five rounds left in Lee’s rifle!

[Ian]: Save one bullet as we drive away and shoot the gas cans in Rich’s truck.

            Crawling out of his truck, Rich pulls out his knife and jams it into a handful of rovers.

[Rich]: Where’s my gun?!

[Bailey]: On the ground behind the tailgate, it’s empty!

[Rich]: Why the h*** would you use up all our ammo?!

[Bailey]: To save all of us! Do you see all the bodies?! That’s all me! Now help Lee out and get the food out of the car!

            Rovers began to stumble closer to the five. Rich pulls the car door open and saw all the food. He paused for a moment and looked at the rest of the kids. Lee continues to groan in pain alongside the gathering dead.

[Rich]: We can’t throw out all this food we need it.

            Instantly, Bailey aims the rifle at Rich. The two were silent for seconds before Bailey’s fierce glare fed a threatening growl.

[Bailey]: (Yelling) Throw out the freaking food or I will blow your head off!

            It was nearly a second later that Rich finally scrambled the food out of the car. Jenna and Ian carefully set Lee down inside. Shooting four more rovers to buy them more time, Bailey looked to Jenna hopelessly.

[Bailey]: How much you got left?

[Jenna]: I got six more rounds.

[Bailey]: Good. Save one bullet for when we shoot the cans on Rich’s truck.

            At that, Bailey fired her last shot into an oncoming rover. Then taking up her bow, she continued fighting off the swarming dead. Jenna took out five more rovers advancing towards the two vehicles.

[Ian]: Bailey go with Jenna, Rich come with me!

            Everyone rushed into the vehicles. Bailey took the driver’s seat as Jenna bashed open the sun roof in the car she took. Standing out of the car through the roof as they drive away, she carefully aimed her 1911 at the gas cans on Rich’s truck. She let her breath go as she squeezed the trigger.

            The gas cans all explode nearly simultaneously, knocking rovers off their feet and almost all of them within ten feat of the truck burst into flames. Not long after, the truck itself irrupted in fiery explosion that nearly knocked the wind out Jenna.

·        

            Quickly dispatching the rover that bit Zack, Tim knelt by his friend’s side as he slowly began to bleed out. Even as half a dozen remaining rovers began to scoot and shuffle towards the two.

[Tim]: (Crying) Zack no…not you.

[Zack]: (Strained) Still some…more…coming.

[Tim]: (Sobbing) I don’t care…I don’t care anymore.

[Zack]: You have to, Tim…protect us…protect us all. They all need you. Go!

            Quickly, Tim turned around just as a rover was falling over him. He jammed his knife into its temple and pushed it away. He looked at Zack one last time just before his friend’s eyes closed, and life left him. Turning back around, Tim faced down the rest of the rovers, furiously taking them down one by one, until reaching the last one which he effortlessly pushed out of way, and escaped past the doors inside the munitions room.

            Looking around the room for weapons, bullets, or anything that could prove to be valuable, Tim’s heart sank when he discovered the room to be completely empty just like the rest of the station.

[Tim]: No, no, no this can’t be happening.

            Coming to the back door he found an old message written with the blood of a dead rover lying in a pool of black blood and sludge. The message read “We’re the only ones supposed to live.”

            Just then, Tim heard horrible screams coming from the cell room. Running through the doors he found that the rover he pushed out of the way had squeezed its brittle bones through the cell and started eating the shrill man inside. Running to the cell, he grabbed the rover by the ankle, and pulled it close enough so he could stab it through the skull. Killing the rover, he watched the then man lie on the fowl ground. He watched his own bright red blood mix into the rover’s dark, decaying blood. 

[Curt]: They’re the only ones supposed to live.

[Tim]: (Crying) WHY?! Why do you keep saying that what does it mean? Who’s’ the only ones who gets to live?!

[Curt]: (Drifting off) Costco…has gr-great food…

[Tim]: No, no, sir, stay with me! That doesn’t mean anything it doesn’t make sense! Who’s supposed to live?! I have to know!

            Exhaling gently into the cold air, Curt passed away.

            Tim was alone.

·        

            Bursting into the downstairs kitchen, Rich and Ian helped Lee onto the table. Soon the rest of the group came running down to see what happened. Soon they all began to freak out. Brittany was the last to come down when she saw her Lee lying on the table covered in cuts and bruises.

[Brittany]: What happened?!

[Bailey]: We’ll talk about that after we help Lee. See if you can find some First Aid.

[Ian]: We need to get these pieces of glass out of him.

[Bailey]: Not yet! You don’t know if any of them hit an artery if you pull a piece of glass from him he could bleed out.

[Ian]: Alright then, Bailey, you take over.

[Bailey]: Good, give me some space, people! I need water, a lot of rags, and some freaking First Aid!

            Running back to Bailey in tears, Brittany came with a box full of First Aid supplies.

[Brittany]: I found some, please hurry.

[Bailey]: I’m not an expert ok I’ll do my best. If you can find a lighter, that could help too.

            Without hesitation, Brittany ran back upstairs looking for a lighter. Rich soon came back with a handful of paper towels and rags. Ian, Jenna, and Maddy arrived with a bowl and several water bottles.

[Maddy]: Is he gonna be ok?

[Bailey]: I don’t know ok! Just give me the stuff and go I need space and I need to think!

            With that the rest of the group walked away leaving just Bailey standing over Lee. Moments later Brittany had returned running back with a lighter. She handed it to Bailey. 

[Bailey]: Brittany, I am going to try. I’m not a doctor ok I’ve only researched this stuff and practiced on animals that were hurt at the zoo. But I will do my best.

[Brittany]: (Hesitant) Ok.

            Walking away, she looked at Lee one last time before walking back up the stairs. Meeting her at the top was Ian and Jenna. Normally she wouldn’t have paid much attention, but this time they were looking at her with such a concerned glare that she realized they needed to tell her something.

[Jenna]: We need to talk to you.

            Rich was sitting beside Mrs. Reed explaining what happened during the scavenging when Brittany came walking towards him fuming. Swiftly she slapped Rich across the face. Several of the students gasped, and others went dead silent. Christian could only watch in shame.

[Brittany]: If Lee dies that is on you!

[Rich]: It was an accident-

[Brittany]: (Fighting tears) if you weren’t trying to be ‘leader’ everything would have gone according to plan and Lee would be ok!

[Mrs. Reed]: I understand your pain right now, Brittany-

[Brittany]: No you don’t! You can’t know!

[Mrs. Reed]: (Firmly) Oh believe me, girl I’ve had my share. I lost my husband and my little boy to those things out there and there was absolutely nothing I could have done! It had nothing to do with bad leadership, just circumstance and God’s will.

[Ian]: Circumstance?

            Ian and Jenna followed behind Brittany till they were just behind her.

[Ian]: Then I guess Rich told you about his little ‘circumstance’ when he tried to trade Lee’s life for some food.

            Rising from her seat, Maddy grabbed one of her hatchets and began walking towards Rich. 

[Maddy]: I should kill you right now!

            Immediately, Dylan and Christian got in front of her trying to calm her down. But on top of these problems, suddenly Timothy walked into the room covered in blood and tears.

[Kelley]: Tim! Tim, are you ok?

            Tim didn’t respond. He stared blankly at the ground. Kelley hugged him before looking him in the eyes, her relieved face suddenly folding into a concerned frown.

[Kelley]: Tim…where’s Zack?

            Slowly, Tim’s eyes reverted to Kelley’s. A single tear rolled down his face. Then Kelley broke down as well, bursting to tears and walking away. Everyone in the group got a chance to know Zack Castanon, but Tim grew up with him. He was one of his best friends; one of his brothers. Coincidently, Zack’s mother was Zach Golden’s father’s school teacher back in high school. There was a brotherhood and a network of families, and two of them were broken from Timothy and Kelley’s hearts. Zack wasn’t the only one who died that day; a piece of Tim’s soul died as well.

[Ian]: Tim…I’m sorry about what’s happened, but there’s more we need to talk about.

[Rich]: Give the man some space, Ian!

[Brittany]: No, shut up! You’re only trying to save your own neck!

            Stepping between Brittany and Mr. McDowell was Christian. His face was red with embarrassment. Not just shame, but red with tears as well.

[Christian]: Let me talk to him. It’s ok.

[Rich]: Chris-

[Christian]: Dad. We’re gonna talk about this. Let’s go somewhere else.   

            The two walked down one of the halls. Brittany looked at Ian. She didn’t have to say anything for Ian to know what she was thinking.

[Ian]: I’ll talk to Tim. Just go sit down and relax.

            Walking up to Tim who was headed towards the bathrooms with a rag and water bottle, Ian laid his hand on Tim’s shoulder.

[Ian]: Tim, we have to talk about Mr. McDowell-

[Tim]: Look, I just need some time ok?!

            Sobbing as he went, Tim disappeared behind the bathroom door.

            Brittany saw Ian’s attempt to speak with Tim. She witnessed as Tim turned a blind eye to the situation. She felt sorry for her friend, yes, but there was too much going on for Timothy to ignore what was happening. Tim was a good man. He was level-headed, he’s kind and encouraging. Now things have gotten bad; Lee could be dying, they lost someone in their group, Rich is going out of control, food, fuel and ammunition supplies are critically low, and their leader is cowering in the bathroom. Everything seemed to be falling apart. Everything seemed to feel…broken. What the group needed right now was a leader. Brittany stepped calmly towards Ian who was furious at the moment pacing back and forth across the hallway.

[Brittany]: Ian?

[Ian]: (Irritated) What is it?

[Brittany]: I need to know how the supply run went.

[Ian]: Not now, Brittany-

[Brittany]: Yes, Ian. Right now. Right now we are at a low point and we need to start picking ourselves back up before we go any deeper. So tell me Ian: how did it go?

[Ian]: We lost some during the escape but we have eleven cans of fuel total. Most of them are small though, so if we redistribute them all into full cans we might have seven full.

[Brittany]: Ok, so take that fuel and put it in a few vehicles. So maybe you can get Bailey’s SUV, the chevy, and the bus. In that order.

[Ian]: Alright.

[Brittany]: While you’re at it, have Lauren, Jenna, Audrey and Maddy go out there going to every stranded car in the parking lot and siphon gas out of them. Audrey already made a couple of pumps out of the ones in the game closet. Once you get the fuel from those, fill up the three vehicles.

[Ian]: Alright. We also need food supplies. We need water, and more provisions for us to stay here.

[Brittany]: Ok so maybe you, Jenna, and London can take Bailey’s vehicle and collect food and other valuable provisions. Sound good?

[Ian]: Sure. First we need a list of itinerary. I need to know what all Tim gathered from his hunt.

[Brittany]: I’ll talk to him.

[Ian]: Ok.

            There was a moment of silence spent between them. Suddenly everything felt so calm and orderly. For a moment all the pain and fear of Lee’s wounds, Zack’s death and everything else happening was temporarily forgotten.

[Brittany]: We’ll be ok.

[Ian]: Yeah. I’ll get the girls together.

            Ian walked off leaving Brittany standing in the hallway. She nearly turned and walked towards the bathrooms to speak to Tim, but now that her mind was thinking more clearly and she as calm, she decided to wait. Tim needed an hour or two to calm down. They weren’t in danger or in a huge rush, so they could afford to hold off a conversation for a little while.

            Unlike Brittany and Tim however, Christian and his father were still conversing about the happenings of today.

[Christian]: Why would you want to leave Lee there to die so we could eat? He’s just a kid, dad.

[Rich]: Son, everything I have done was to keep you alive. You are my number one priority right now. That means you won’t ever go out there unless you absolutely have to. That also means that I will trade anyone’s life so you don’t starve.

[Christian]: Yeah but dad, those people out there are my friends. Actually more like family and you’re killing them. Your priority can’t just be me. It has to be for everyone in our group.

[Rich]: Frankly, son, I don’t care about those people. All I care about is you.

[Christian]: Then why try to take control? Dad…I don’t think you should be the leader. Tim or Ian are doing much better than you because unlike you they care for everyone’s lives and wouldn’t trade any of them for some food. And on top of that, how can I survive if I never experience all the crap out there? What happens if this place gets attacked by rovers and I don’t have the experience to fight them?

[Rich]: Christian, I am your father. And the last thing you need is looking up to a couple of masturbating teenagers on how to survive the apocalypse.

[Christian]: Whoa dad-

[Rich]: No, son! Those kids shouldn’t be in charge. I should because I’m willing to do what’s necessary. But hey! If you don’t think so, then I will give you a choice. Them or me.

[Christian]: What?

[Rich]: Who are you going to listen to? Tim? Ian? Or your father?

[Christian]: Dad that’s not fair-

[Rich]: No no no. What’s not fair is when I have to take orders from a teenager when I’m the adult and I’m quite capable of handling myself.

[Christian]: It’s not just about taking care of yourself, dad. It’s taking care of everyone else, and them taking care of you. And if you don’t like it then fine. I choose them.

[Rich]: Excuse me?

[Christian]: You’re being selfish dad. This isn’t the father I knew. I choose my family. You can choose to join it and care for everyone…or you can leave.

            At that, Christian walked away from his father. Rich was left at a cross-road. Christian’s immature teenage friends were controlling him; poisoning him to thinking he didn’t need his father. They were a virus; a virus led by a scourge. Suddenly Rich’s hatred for Timothy had grown. He took his son from him. Rich had literally just listened to his son choose his friends over his own father. How is Rich being selfish by sacrificing one person so he could feed his son? It was impossible to understand. But Christian will understand soon. When he’s hungry and searching for food all around the student center, he will remember the fact that if Lee was left behind, he would be eating right now.

·        

            Walking downstairs to the kitchen, Brittany stood beside Lee and Bailey. Lee was still unconscious. There was lots of blood. Bailey’s shirt and hands were drenched in gore as well.

[Bailey]: I managed to clean and stitch all the cuts, but he’s got two broken ribs and a broken arm. I set the bones back in place, but without an x-ray…I don’t know if I did it right. I’ve only done this on animals and studied online-

[Brittany]: Bailey…that’s more than I could ever ask for. He will live because of you.

            Brittany embraced Bailey tightly. Bailey on the other hand was refusing to hug back because frankly, she hated hugs. Letting go of Bailey, Brittany looked at Lee once again.

[Brittany]: So why is he still unconscious?

[Bailey]: Oh he woke up a little while ago while I was setting the bones in. He started moving around and whining so I had no choice.

[Brittany]: …Not choice but what??

[Bailey]: I knocked him out with a frying pan ok?!

[Brittany]: You what?!

[Bailey]: He was squirming I had to!

            Just then, Lee woke up to the sound of the two freaking out.

[Lee]: (Weakly) you hit me with a freaking frying pan.  

[Bailey]: (Chuckles) Sorry.

[Lee]: You hurted me.  

[Bailey]: Shut up Lee.

·        

            Outside in the parking lot, Maddy, Jenna, Audrey, and Lauren were using the pumps to drive fuel into large fuel cans they found at the corner store down the road. 

[Jenna]: This is super easy, Audrey. Why couldn’t we do this before the supply run?

[Audrey]: We weren’t sure if the pumps were going to work and plus we didn’t come up with the idea until you guys left.

[Jenna]: Oh. Right.

[Audrey]: It was like one of those classic moments when your family leaves on a road trip and thirty minutes after you left you have to go to bathroom because you didn’t have to go thirty minutes ago.

[Jenna]: Haha, yeah. 

[Lauren]: I’m sure Lee will be ok.

[Maddy]: I’m sure too. But the fact that Mr. McDowell was so willing to throw Lee’s life away for freaking food! I wanted to kill him.

[Lauren]: Yeah. I’m sorry.

[Maddy]: (Sarcastic) Me too.

            Stepping outside, Brittany walked up to Ian.

[Brittany]: How are we doing on fuel?

[Ian]: Not enough in these cans to fill up all the cars but as soon as the girls are done siphoning gas, we’ll have a lot. We should have thought of the idea before we left.

[Brittany]: I know. It’s my fault. If we came up with the idea before you guys left none of this would have happened.

[Ian]: We need the experience. It’s practically what Zach was trying to get us all to do when it first started.

[Brittany]: Yeah I know. A lot of us hated him for it.

[Ian]: I wonder where he is now.

[Brittany]: I wonder too. Lee misses him, but he never talks about it. I think he’s just…avoiding as much drama as he can. He hates it. He went through a lot of family issues before everything.

[Ian]: Oh I’m very much within the familiarities of that subject.

[Brittany]: Yeah. I just wish…I wish Shane was here.

[Ian]: As do I. How’s Lee?

[Brittany]: He’s fine. We won’t know for sure till a few days or so. He broke a few bones and we don’t have x-rays-

[Ian]: So essentially you won’t know for sure if he’s fine until his body tries to heal the bones.

[Brittany]: Yeah.

[Ian]: Well as emotionally confusing as that sounds I’m sure Maddy would like to hear that news.

[Brittany]: Yeah I’m about to do that.

            Walking away from Ian, Brittany strode over towards her friends siphoning gas from parked cars. As she walked towards them, she noticed a few rovers walking between the spears lined across the church property. They were hundreds of feet away from the group so no apparent threat as of yet, but it still proved to be a problem.

[Maddy]: How’s Lee?

[Brittany]: He’ll be fine. It’ll take a few weeks before he’s able to move around like he used to but he’ll be fine.

[Lauren]: That’s great.

[Jenna]: We were just talking about Tim.

[Brittany]: About what?

[Audrey]: I don’t know, personally I think we need to start looking for new leadership. Like a revote.

[Jenna]: I mean Tim’s great and all, but we were kinda at a point where we needed him and he sobbed off in the bathroom.

[Brittany]: I get that, but we all cried a good amount when Shane died, when we lost so many of our friends, and when Zach…did what he did. Tim’s friend was very close to him. We have to give him time.

[Maddy]: Yeah but as a group we don’t have the supplies or weapons to buy time. I kinda think we should revote too.

[Brittany]: I mean…we can wait and see. I think we should wait for things to calm down a bit before we start changing things up. It could probably make things worse.

[Lauren]: Yeah.

[Jenna]: Those rovers are getting closer.

            About a hundred feet from the girls were three rovers. They had already seen the five living specimens and were slowly shuffling in for the kill. Even still, it would take a while for them to get to the girls.

[Audrey]: We also need to start building that wall. If a herd comes in, which could literally be at any moment, we’re screwed.

[Brittany]: Actually, I had an idea. Until we can start building walls, we should line all the cars we’re not using here in the parking lot up into a makeshift wall before we can start building.    

[Lauren]: That’s a great idea.

[Maddy]: Most of these cars don’t have keys, we’ve to pry these fuel caps open.

[Brittany]: I’m sure someone in the group knows how to hardwire. And if not we can just push the cars into place.

[Lauren]: Yeah.

[Brittany]: Also Jenna, you, Ian and London are going on a supply run for food and other valuables tomorrow morning. Just letting you know. Are you up for it?

[Jenna]: Sure.

[Brittany]: Ok. Well that’s all I needed to tell you guys so let me know how much fuel you come up with.

            Brittany walked away from the four. They all looked at each other for a moment or two before one of them actually spoke out in words what all of them were thinking.

[Lauren]: Brittany could do it…Brittany could lead us.

            Today, a piece of the group had broken. Their spirits, and for some of them, their moral had been shattered. But from broken pieces comes an opportunity to rebuild into something different; something better.

THE END