Yeah, I've been feeling pretty guilty about not having updated this 'fic lately, so I decided to just suck it up and try to write something for this. Please don't flame me if it's bad. I actually got a flame for the last chapter and that's actually one of the reasons I haven't updates thus far. I was afraid of getting flamed again. Either way, I'm going on regardless. Suck it up soldier, life goes on. Oh, I also owe everyone here a great chocolate cookie, there ya' go! I do not own Generator Rex, blah blah blah, enjoy.

Holiday's first reaction was to grab her assailant and throw whoever or whatever it was over her head. The attacker landed on the sofa and got in a defensive position. Rex felt his eyes widen when he saw that the attacker was, in fact, a small boy. He had the same mousey-brown hair as Tokyo, only his eyes were a pure sky blue instead of the ninja's sapphire ones.

"Who are you! Enemy! Our side! State who you are now, or-!" He was cut off in mid-sentence by Hannah-Marie whacking him upside the head. "Ow!" He clutched his head in his hands and gritted his teeth as he glared up at the group from Providence and the Pack.

"How many times do I gotta' tell you, if I bought' 'em here, they're fine. No one else could get in anyway. Now make yerself scarce. Go on, scat!" The boy glared at them one last time and exited the room. "Sorry 'bout that, that there was Tokyo's younger brother, Kyoto."

"Hmm, Tokyo, Kyoto. Does anyone else notice the similarity of their names?" But Bobo's comment went unnoticed. Everyone else was too busy checking the place out. Not only was the the furniture rather elegant, but there were cases with weapons all over the room. Knives, swords, guns, fighting staffs tipped with sharp metal ends, shurikens, and Rex thought he even spotted a flame-thrower in the collection. "Nice stash. You buy all these or make 'em yourself?"

Tokyo answered this. "Oh, we collect them. The town's police stations and weapon stores were raided when the outbreak first started up. Some people traded some of their weapons for clothes, food, water, or whatever else they needed. Other times we took them from the bodies of zombies we killed. Not to mention the weapons the Holidays had gotten in the initial panic." Bobo nodded, impressed.

Then, there was a loud crash and a sound of something heavy being dragged across a floor. A tall, blonde-haired man came into the room, dragging with him a middle aged man with black hair. The blonde man dropped the older man on the ground with a loud THUMP.

"Well, well, well. Looks like we've got ourselves a trespasser." Hannah-Marie scowled and walked to the two until she was standing right above the older man.

"I-i-i-i'm sorry! Please forgive me! There were two of them, they were chasing after me! I had to hide somewhere!" Dr. Holiday's older sister watched this display with a deep scowl on her face as she listened to the black-haired man's story. She made a motion to the blonde one and he forced the older man to stand. She made another motion and the man's sleeve, which was soaked a deep scarlett, was pulled up. Rex shuddered and Circe gasped. The man had a large bite-mark on his arm, and it looked human too. The man began shaking even harder so it looked like he was going to collapse. "No, no please!"

Hannah-Marie gave no answer, she instead slowly raised a gun from her pocket and put it at the man's temple. She spoke slowly and methodically, with no emotion in her voice. "Boy, yew jest used up yer first chance." The man seemed to relax a little, until she interrupted with a 'but'. "But. Around here, you only get one chance." That's when she pulled the trigger. The blood from his head spattered only a bit, but it was enough to make Circe jerk when she saw it. Rex and Bobo just watched in horror. Hannah-Marie put the gun back in her pocket and turned to face one of the boarded windows. "Take 'im down to the basement and put 'im in the furnace. We ain't gonna put 'im outside, that'll just attract more." The blonde man nodded and started carrying the now-dead man down the stairs to the basement.

"Why did you do that? Why did you kill him? He may have broken into the house, but that was no reason to shoot him like that!" Hannah-Marie turned and looked at Rex with a cold stare, none of her earlier friendliness was in her eyes or on her face. All that was there was cold determination.

"Tell me somethin' Boy, are yew stupid?"

"What? No, I'm not stupid!"

"Then yew should have been able to figger' it out. These thing, these, zombies, ain't the product of some curse or stupid old legend. It's a disease. A plague. A plague that is spread by bitin' another person. That man had been bitten earlier, ye' got eyes, I'm sure ye saw the mark. If we hadn't shot him, he woulda' turned and tried to eat us later on. In here, it's survival of the fittest, wether ye' like it or not. So, if ye' don't like it, then go back to where ye' came from."