I finished the first Of Tanks and Hunters on a bit of a open end. So I had the idea to make a sequel, but I'm not 100% because I don't want the story to become boring. So instead of making a real chapter, I wrote a prologue to see if you guys liked the idea. The Prologue takes place immediatly where the first ended.

Don't read this if you havn't read the first one. I can guarantee it will make little to no sense *-*

Chip

I rolled over, pressing my head against the back of Ellis' shoulder and pulling my arms closer to my chest. A water pipe leaked from the opposite side of the crumbling Minimart, creating several puddles that I watched form. The water mixed with boxes and papers, creating a musky, wet newspaper smell.

I sighed, resting my head on my arm pulling my legs against my stomach. Bill, Coach, and Francis sat off to the side, all three snoring while the rest of us six slept in silence.

Or, I thought.

"Nick." Ellis whispered quietly, almost too quiet to hear. The conman sitting a few inches away didn't move.

"Nick." Ellis whispered again, slightly deeper and louder, but still the man didn't move.

"Ni-i-ick." Ellis drawled the name, trying to wake the man but not everyone else at the same time. I stared at Ellis, wondering what he was doing. Nick turned his head slightly, but not enough to convince me, or Ellis, that he was listening.

"Ni-"

"What, shit, fucking what?" Nick snapped his head up and stared at Ellis, who cringed back.

"Do ya think it will rain?" Ellis asked, not flatly, but slightly quieter now that he knew the Gambler didn't want to hear.

"W-what the fuck does that have to do with anything?" Nick hissed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Do ya think it will?" Ellis asked again, lifting himself to his elbow. I shifted and laid my head on his side, staring at Nick's expression.

"How the hell should I know?...Fine...No, I guess it won't. Happy?" Nick crossed his arm and lightly kicked Ellis' leg with his foot.

"Yeah, I guess." Ellis laid back down, placing a hand on my head.

Nick turned his gaze from Ellis to me, and turned the corner of his mouth in a small smile. "Go to sleep already."

Rochelle chuckled lightly a few feet away, and I tucked my head into Ellis' gray shirt. I really hadn't slept much, and I wasn't going to pass up this chance.

"Shit Francis! Stop snoring!" Nick suddenly shouted, a hard thump and a yell didn't take long to follow.

"Gah! It's not me! It's Coach, goddamn!"

"Knock it off!" Bill shouted. Both Biker and Gambler were cocky and mouthy, but knew better than to bug Bill after a nap.

"Well shit, Nick. You were angry at me for talkin', look at ya." Ellis pipped in, making Rochelle groan.

"Sweety, you're not helping." She whispered.

"Huh-uh."

"Quiet Zoey." Bill snapped. Coach and Louis were the only two who hadn't said anything, and I was debating whether or not to sleep over with them.

I put my arms over my head and growled. Making them freeze. With them or not, Hunter sounds were Hunter sounds.

Ellis chuckled, kicking Nick's foot. "Well, I'm goin' to sleep."

"Yeah, 'cause I haven't been trying..." Nick whispered.

Sighing, I listened to them all fall back asleep, or I hoped. The water pipe had stopped to a small leak, the water tank somewhere below the store running empty. Ellis' hat had fallen off his head and was now laying several inches away. The blue bill taking a darker hue. I listened to the last few drops of the water pipe fall, just as Francis sat up.

"Now I have'ta p-"

"Don't you even say it." Coach stated blankly. "I know what yer gonna say, and none of us wanna hear it."

"What a fun road trip this'll be." Nick pitched in, sliding down the wall to lay on his side. I sighed louder, bordering another growl.

"Why is Chip the most mature one here?" Rochelle asked quietly.

"Because he can't talk." Louis chuckled.

The pipe had now stopped, and they had gone quiet. With nine people I knew it wouldn't last long. Covering my ears and burying my head into the fabric of Ellis' shirt, I drowned out their small arguments and comments, slowly drowning into sleep.

Tomorrow, we would continue our way to Tennessee. Were we going to cover a lot of ground in our progress? Probably not.

Should I continue?