The cool air hits my face with such force as my feet pound away on the pavement towards the silver car, all while dodging the corpses as they lunge at us with full force. The metal stripped away around the massive airliner reveals a sea of ripped luggage that could also be useful in our chances for survival. Not to mention they're giving me an insane idea that could result in one of us being eaten alive.

Felix growls menacingly at the oncoming fresh corpses that drip of gooey blood and smell like death itself. Since these ones are fresh they're sure as Hell not slow at all. Mr. Jefferson aims the Shrike at a few oncoming corpses; lining up the sight with their heads as they stagger around on broken ankles and fire touched grass towards the both of us.

It's quite a sight to see after being isolated from the disaster that sprung to life over the course of a month or so ago. Normally during an airplane crash; nobody would ever think to scrounge up the remaining intact pieces to survive an apocalypse of monsters wearing loved one's skin and tearing into the life of the living.

"Max get to the car, turn it on and drive!" He hollers over the vicious snarling of the dozens of corpses that surround us and the car. Bits of debris are still smoldering from the embers of the flames that destroyed the massive airliner, the light rainfall hasn't made any changes to the flames whatsoever as they crackle against the rain drops.

The thought of abandoning him right on the spot sickens me to my stomach. There's no way I could live with that, especially after abandoning Chloe and the others. Even just mentioning them alone sends an awful feeling surging underneath my skin towards my heart in a cluster of emotions raging from guilt, to anger out of what Mark had done to those unfortunate souls.

My eyes take a quick glance towards a few luggage bags nearby that are ripped open from the force of slamming into the ground, there's bits of embers nearby that are being subdued from the misty rain; but other than that there's no real threat lingering around in plain sight.

Deafening shots are fired from the Shrike, a loud, explosive echo followed by the sickening sound of blood splattering against the ground, and the stomach churning metallic scent that shortly lingers in the dead air. Mr. Jefferson keeps up the shots while reloading the chamber every chance he gets, Felix stands by his side with the fur still sticking up along his back; growling and bearing teeth at the oncoming sea of corpses yet terrified to get close enough to them.

Within a split second I head towards the bag in a frantic manner, kneeling down against the damp grass and tossing out all of the useless shit like oversized clothes, and useless souvenirs that people buy and probably will never look at again.

"What are you doing!?" Mr. Jefferson's voice is genuinely terrified and concerned for my well being. Not to mention the empty clicking noise that the Shrike's emitting makes me suddenly realize that we're screwed if a miracle doesn't happen right about now.

Unintentionally I ignore him over the hungering snarls of the undead; any chance we can get to find supplies needs to be taken seriously right now. My hands continue to dig through useless items, stumbling across a few chocolate bars here and there along with water containers and a blanket.

I can feel the tension in the air between everything that's happening right now, the black smoke emitting from the fire begins to burn my lungs, and Mark's effortless attempts to get my attention slowly diminish when he realizes that he's not grabbing my attention; not to mention my heartbeat is rapidly pounding against my ribs right now. Mr. Jefferson's resorted to stabbing the bastards in the face in order to reach the car that's several feet away from me, cautiously gazing back at me with worried expressions, and Felix is carefully following along behind him; growling at anything that tries to sneak up on him.

Right about now the unsettling feeling finally settles in, the danger of being separated by not only from the car, but Mark and Felix as well illuminates the potential aspects that could happen if I don't do something about this situation.

It's almost like time itself has slowed down and almost instantly all of the corpses start staggering towards me after giving up on Mr. Jefferson and Felix. The light from the nearby flames reveal their hideous complexions, and fresh blood smeared all over the fronts of their shirts when the excessive coughing hits before becoming reanimated.

Seeing the blood on the front of their shirts cause some flashbacks from the past to hit me with an emotional blow. From when my father was excessively sick before this all started. It got to the point where he started coughing up gallons of blood almost, and eventually when my mother went to help wash it off; he sunk his teeth into her neck, and ripped out her jugular right in front of me.

Mr. Jefferson manages to reach his car safely after an endless onslaught of bloodshed that took part a few minutes ago. The front of his white shirt is completely covered with blood splatters from his victims, and the sweat seems to be streaming down his face endlessly. He opens the back door for Felix to hop in and once he's in he slams the door shut, staring directly at me. His dark eyes gaze deeply into mine while the oncoming herd begins to almost surround me in a frenzy for my flesh.

Tiny sparks of blue electricity begin to circle around me just like in the 'dream' I supposedly had. The dark sky makes the beautiful strands stick out more to the naked eye. Eventually the sparks grow larger and more noticeable while Mark's eyes widen in pure shock, and Felix's growling falls silent.

Gazing down towards my hands, I notice the sparks gravitate towards my palms with such an overwhelming amount of force. Without even thinking, a foggy image of a vaguely faded doe appears before my very eyes.

Everything feels so surreal at this point, the apocalypse, this scenario, and especially the electricity tingling around my finger tips. The surging scourge generates an overwhelming amount of safety as well.

The doe prances between each of the corpses while leaving a small trail of a white wispy overlap; continuously gazing back towards me to see if I'm still there. Mr. Jefferson shows no signs of witnessing this magnificent sight whereas Felix shuts right up instantly, and softly whimpers a tiny bit at the strange deer from the safety of the back seat.

Confused and slightly curious, my eyes wander towards the doe that eventually stops weaving in and out of the herd and stares directly into my eyes with its dead dark blue ones. Within a second, the doe vanishes and both of my hands automatically reach out in front of me towards the hungry corpses who are literally inches away from a tasty treat.

Everything feels numb, my heart races against my chest, I can feel drops of sweat trickling down my forehead and not to mention a few tears drip down my cheeks. The snarling and desperate broken fingers trying to grab at me will never leave my mind; the scent of rotting flesh and blood mixed with dirt is enough to make me vomit everywhere. The sparks from a large ball of the blue-ish energy, and instantly shoot out from the tips of my fingers and spreads out evenly within a great amount of distance against the night sky.

Each strand reminds me of an epic lightning storm, you know the ones where there are at least several different streaks in the sky with detailed lines everywhere, and you can taste the electricity in the air. Yeah, that's how wicked this is.

The lightning burns all of the corpses that surround a mile radius almost instantly. Their charred bodies are reduced to a small, smoldering pile of ashes. Not to mention a few wicked lightning burns marks linger on the grass; showing the trail where they struck each corpse. Mr. Jefferson just stands there star struck at what he had just witnessed; I guess the cat's out if the bag now, huh?

"That was- how did you- what?" The words he forms are just a bunch of confusing nonsense that expresses greatly how his brain must feel right about now. The dead silence is still a bit eerie, the crackling flames begin to sizzle down due to the slightly heavier rainfall that's just begun and the night returns completely to a nice, calming sensation of peace after moments of terror.

Carefully I pick up the supplies I've found and walk my way towards his car as if nothing ever happened. Felix's tail wags excitedly against the car seat when he sees me approaching his side of the car so I can put what I found inside.

"Max, you can't just not tell me about what the Hell just happened." His words sound confused yet a bit excited about what he just witnessed as I place the blanket with supplies down, using the blanket to cover up the guns and weapons in case Felix hurts himself in the near future.

He does have a point; this entire time I haven't had the courage to tell him about how I can manipulate time and apparently electricity as well. Trust me, I was just as shockedas he was when I first found out about both of them; and yes, pun intended.

"I'll explain in the car when we start driving, it's kind of a long story." I slam the back door shut and climb inside the passenger side while Mr. Jefferson sighs deeply, giving in and opening the driver's side to start up the engine.

The drive away from the wreckage seems to haunt the three of us, the light from the flames that are quite a distance behind; still seem to follow us through the now heavy rainfall that blankets the road with a sheet of water, and leaving a cold chill in the air. I've noticed the weather patterns are a bit off lately, we haven't had this much rain in awhile; especially so much of it too.

The drive away is silent with nothing but the raindrops slamming against the roof of the car, and the steady rhythmic noise of the windshield wipers periodically going off every few seconds. Mr. Jefferson's eyes constantly shift towards my direction every few minutes ever since we've hit the highway towards Post Falls.

My eyes gaze down at my hands that are resting on my lap, a million questions run through my mind as well as my brain replaying that event that completely saved my life. The smell of electricity still lingers in the air, as well as the memories of charring over a dozen corpses at once in one swift motion into hot ashes.

Felix lies down on the back seat with his head resting against the side of the door; his foot gently kicks the blanket that we have covering up the weapons, as he whines a little at the rain covered window, indicating that he probably has to use the bathroom.

"I'll pull over soon, sound fair?" Mark's reassuring voice causes Felix to bark happily and wag his tail a little bit. It's crowded back there considering Felix shifts around every few minutes and barely lies down.

The only lights on the road are from the car's headlights and the moonlight that reflects off the marshland alongside the road we're on. There are a few abandoned houses along the long stretch; most of them are boarded up whereas the rest have half the structure still standing from whatever happened along here. It could have been from anything; a fire breaking out long ago, or renovations from before the incident. It's kind of fun guessing what happened when we drive by some of the places, it passes the time and keeps me awake. Not to mention I just love to think about the endless possibilities now that I can change them at will.

"So, about what happened back there?" Mark slowly eases the conversation into how I obliterated dozens of corpses with just the snap of my fingers. The rain dies down enough to slow down the wiper blades whereas Felix begins to whine again after the few minutes of Mark's broken promise to him.

I lift my eyes from my hands and stare at him while he focuses on the wet road ahead of us. His glasses have a little bit of blood on them while his shirt reeks of that metallic scent. His face isn't really clean either, there's dirt smeared all over his cheeks and along his neck as well. I probably don't look too good myself either.

"I honestly don't know... I mean, when I was knocked out I had a dream relating to the electricity; I didn't think it was possible." I admit half the truth, after witnessing that event I think he should wait a little longer for the time rewinding one to settle in.

Felix lets out a loud, betrayed howl as Mr. Jefferson slowly forms a smile across his lips, realizing how smart he really is and loyal to newcomers.

"So you just magically shot out lightning from your hand?" The doubt in his voice is still there, but he knows it's true because he witnessed it for himself back there.

"Basically." I mumble under my breath, it doesn't really make any sense to me either; I get the whole time travelling ordeal but electricity powers? That's new. He deeply sighs, clearly hearing the word I mumbled to myself. He doesn't seem to be agitated at all; just confused none the less.

After several minutes and without any warning, he begins to slow down the car and a shadowy figure of some sort of animal appears to be standing in the middle of the drenched road. It seems almost lifeless, just standing there and gazing at the car's headlights for a long time.

Felix goes crazy in the back seat, his fur bristles up against his back and he begins to snarl intensely at the creature ahead of us. Mr. Jefferson's eyes quickly shift from the road to me with a bit of concern, whereas Felix begins to bark and snap wildly in the back seat. His hand slips under the steering wheel as he flicks on the high beams in front of the car so we can get a better look at the creature.

As the light touches the creature from the high beams, instantly we're greeted with rotting flesh chunks that are missing from its side. One of its antlers appears to be torn off completely along with some skin and flesh revealing bits of the brain exposed to the flies that circle the poor deer. One of its hooves is torn off along with an empty eye socket and entrails dangling from its rib cage towards the ground.

Instantly I can feel the tears leaking from the corner of my eyes at the sight. I thought only humans could get the disease but I guess I thought wrong. Mark sits idle at the wheel with the car running, clearly not knowing what to do since the damn thing's in the middle of the road and won't move. Felix shuts up automatically, locking eyes with the abomination that's outside of our car and blocking our path to safety. He quietly whimpers and slumps down in the back seat with his tail between his legs.

"Fuck I didn't think thatwas possible." Mark mutters bitterly, still star struck on the slightly moving reanimated deer corpse that struggles to move out of the way.

I can't help but feel sorry for the creature, usually what I know about apocalypses are usually from movies or TV shows, and most of the time the animals are unaffected. My hands automatically fling towards the dash board's compartment, opening it to reveal a small hand held gun with a clip attached to it that seems to be full of bullets.

"Max,-" Mr. Jefferson began, with his hand hovering over my shoulder while I roll down the passenger's side window with my eyes locked onto the deer. Mark just watches quietly, probably wondering what's gotten into me to take pity on this poor creature; the deer is my spirit animal, why else would a doe appear right before the whole lightning show I created?

Without even acknowledging my presence, the deer begins to slowly shift its way towards my side of the car. It's heavy breathing and raspy lungs are drawing closer and closer by the second as it hovers beside the car's open window; emitting a stench so vile it feels like I'm about to vomit.

Mr. Jefferson stays silent as a mouse, his knuckles are completely white from gripping the steering wheel and he appears to be holding his breath from the marvelous yet disgusting sight that's lingering outside of his car, and inches away from my flesh.

The deer doesn't even lunge for me at all, being a herbivore and all I don't think it has the instinct to tear into my arm which is amazing considering the circumstances it's under right now. Even though the creature's dead, I still feel some sort of connection towards it. Instead of raising the hand with the gun in it; I raise my other one and stick it outside of the window.

"What the Hell are you doing Max!?" His voice is rushed and deeply concerned while the deer approaches my hand and gently rubs its disgusting forehead against my palm.

The second its head touches my hand, my face instantly twitches into a disgusted expression on how weird it feels, other than that it fills me up with a calm sensation and a sudden knowledge of awareness now. Even though this deer's far from being alive; I'm still connected to it spiritually.

The poor thing quivers and shakes clearly having a hard time standing up on three hooves, its breathing is irrationally out of control and I can feel this animal's pain as if it were my own.

Felix sits up quietly, setting his nose against my seat and the open window towards the undead creature whereas Mr. Jefferson looks like he's about to pass out for the amount of worrying he's doing.

"Shoot it, put it out of its misery quickly so we can leave." Impatiently his voice comes out, I know he doesn't mean harm; he hates seeing things suffer tremendously. Plus, we are kind of out in the open here.

I know he's right, I have to launch a bullet right threw its skull so that way it can be released of its pain. I just find it fascinating that it's acting as if it's still alive and not zombified. Without wasting another second, I point the barrel of the gun towards the deer's head; pulling the trigger and watching the remains of the deer's face explode into a million pieces and topple over on the side of the road towards the ditch in a bloody mess.

Mr. Jefferson's eyes linger over me for a little bit, before hitting the gas pedal and we continue down the rest of the dark, rainy road in silence. I didn't think animals could be affected from this disease; we'll have to be careful with Felix if that's the case. A few minutes of silence is easily disrupted by Mark's voice, sounding timid as ever.

"I've been thinking, maybe we should pull over for the rest of the night." Mark throws this idea at me almost instantly after turning around the corner and coming towards a few old Victorian style houses along the road.

I know what he's really getting at, considering the first time we were rudely interrupted by Chloe which I would give anything to have her back again. But after him abandoning them I've noticed that I started to slowly stop seeing what I used to see inside of him before. I know he was thinking of my safety; but he wasn't thinking of theirs either.

He doesn't even give me any say; instead he just pulls up randomly to an old house that has a huge flower garden with several bushes surrounding the place in the middle of the forest. The car gently rolls to a stop once we've reached the top of the driveway and the rain patters against the metal roof lightly.

"I guess we are." I roll my eyes at him, I open the door and hop out, slamming it tightly while opening up Felix's side, letting him hop out as he pants excitedly and takes a drink from one of the nearby puddles in the gravel. Mark pulls off the two blankets and grabs the Shrike and a couple knives, motioning to me to get the rest of the supplies while he approaches the front door that's completely boarded up.

My heart still can't help itself whenever I'm around him, especially whenever he looks at me with that concerning stare which is whenever I'm alone in a situation like the airliner one, Maybe someday I'll find it in my heart to forgive him for what he did back at the barn, and for all we know they made it out alive and well.

I reach into the back of the car to pull out the other small guns, pocketing about two of them while grabbing a few boxes of ammo. Felix stays by my side and doesn't make a noise, keeping his eyes plastered on the door that Mark's trying to break into.

I slam the door with my hip and turn around, gazing around the wet scenery with a suspicious stare. The last thing I want is for one of us to get bitten and I can't rewind fast enough to stop it. The sound of splintering wood grabs my attention when Mark looks up at me and smiles through his rain speckled glasses as he opens the front door revealing a dark entrance inside. Felix breaks away from my side, happily joining Mark as he turns on his flashlight and begins to search the place for any unwanted visitors.

The wooden steps are fairly old, and the railing is completely splintered apart as if there was a fight or something on the steps. The grass around the house is at least a few feet tall considering nobody's been mowing it and keeping it maintained so it wouldn't surprise me if there's anything lurking in there.

Once I'm inside, I shut the door behind me to the massive place. I notice a candle lit on one of the coffee tables in the living room that has old fashioned furniture and a plasma screen TV. The sound of Felix's claws clacking away on the tiles lets me know that they're in the kitchen and heading towards the staircase to go check upstairs.

"Down here is fine, the basement is boarded up and I think it's for the best if it stays that way." Mark assures me with a smile as usual, I just nod my head silently and place the remaining supplies down on one of the red couches, and I begin letting my eyes wander around the place.

On one of the old antique dressers there seems to be several pictures of a family get together, and along the wall there's a few photos of smaller children which I'm assuming are grandchildren. I haven't found any singular photos of the owners but I'm assuming they were ancient and probably long gone.

I hate thinking like that, especially during this time where if you find survivors you should be working together; not against each other. Every chance I get I'll definitely take a look around any places we stop by for safety because I like to know a little about the previous owners, who they are and what they like. I guess I was always a people person; it helps pass the time and definitely keeps my hopes up during times like this.

I dust off one of the old lamps in the dining room, pulling the cord and hoping that some sort of power will flicker on so we don't drain our flash lights. But to my demise, nothing flickers to life. I make my way into the kitchen where Mark and Felix were, I notice all of the cupboards are wide open and there's nothing but spider webs and few pieces of moldy sweets on the top shelf. Whoever was here must have packed up and left a long time ago.

I don't dare try to open the fridge, I can't imagine the stench that'll emit from that thing if I open it. Old, rotting food, and curdled milk just like that grocery store we were in earlier today is all I can think of; and that scent alone was enough to make me vomit.

Footsteps can be heard coming down the stairs, along the playful panting of Felix as the two emerge in the kitchen's doorway. Mr. Jefferson just gazes at me from afar while Felix walks right up to me and shoes his face into my hand.

"I know you're still mad at me, I'm really sorry Max for what I did." His soothing voice rings through the air while I stop petting Felix's head and glance upwards at the man leaning against the door frame. His glasses glisten against the candle light while everything else about him is completely dirty, the scruff on his face is becoming a lot longer, and the bags under his eyes look like they're bruised from being forced open for about a couple days straight. He looks like he was hit by a truck several times, and that's putting it nicely.

"Yeah, I am. How could you?" My voice quivers a little at the end of my sentence, Mr. Jefferson's eyes soften as he walks towards me a little, standing directly in front of me. His musky scent lingers off of his dirty clothes, mixed in with blood, dirt, and god knows what else.

"They were coming; I wanted to wait for them. I really did. I know they made it out alive, I have that feeling you know, that's one thing I'm good for; knowing if people are still alive or not. Just like how you can shoot lightning from your hands; I can see the dead. And I haven't seen any of them, and that's how I know they're alive and looking for us." He ends his speech by wrapping his arms around me and holding me close to him, kissing the top of my messy hair and closing his eyes; smiling.

My heart breaks instantly, he's finally being honest with me and opening up a little, eventually I'll have to tell him about the time reversing ability I also have, but I also don't want to ruin this wonderful moment. Felix rubs up against the both of us, causing him to break away from me and to rub his back while his tail wags in all directions.

"Now, can wego to bed?" His voice sounds heavy and aroused a little, as he drops his hands from petting Felix and grabs my wrist gently; leading me towards the staircase with a playful intention lingering inside of his mind.

I've always wanted him, ever since the first day I walked through those doors and met him. The fact that he praised me more than Victoria set me on a high to the point where I'd just dream about him and I constantly getting along, or taking a midnight swim in the school's pool. I've always wanted to get to know him better but Victoria kept shoving me aside and never left his presence for even a second.

Before I know it, we're upstairs in one of the old master bedrooms, the room is heavily decorated in dark red, with a massive bed that hasn't been touched in who knows how long. Mark's white shirt is already off and lying in a pile on the floor, he doesn't have much muscle; he's just an average build while he lies down on his back, and pulls me down on the bed on top of him, grinning from ear to ear.

"You know, ever since I laid my eyes on you when I met you for the first time I've always wanted you. Victoria would never leave me alone so I couldn't get you alone; but now..." I shut him up by pressing my lips against his; pushing my body deeply into his while I have him pinned down on the bed.

"You talk too much, shush." I playfully whisper, biting his bottom lip while he breathes heavily against my body. His lips touch mine over and over again, getting rougher and rougher each time he touches them. Eventually he rolls me over and has me pinned beneath his legs and the bed, with a sly smirk spread across his face.

"This won't hurt, I promise." He slides his fingers around my thin pants and tugs them off swiftly, hooking his fingers against my underwear and pulling them off as well; tossing them over the side of the bed and on the floor. He then begins to fumble around with the zipper on his jeans, shoving me against the headboard gently and kissing down my neck.

The light rainfall is illuminated by the moonlight through the open window, the light crackle of thunder can be heard off in the distance as well as a brilliant streak of lightning that shortly follows after it. The old house creaks against the wind and everything seems to have finally fallen into place after a long, eventful couple days we can finally relax and just enjoy the small moments we have left; together.