"Yay! My turn!"

"Just go Jen." Jen placed an X in the middle. Once again, Jen had beat Emily at Tic Tac Toe. Reaching onto the playing area, Jen pulled off an O, dangling it above her mouth. She let go, chewing, then swallowing. "Jen! Stop eating the playing peices!"

"B-b-but they're yummy!"

"Jen, no."

"Emily, yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"YES!"

"NO!"

-Near by-

"Careful! There's a Hunter around here. That's right! You better hide! Sweetshirt wearing wuss!" Francise growled, first to his team mates, then to himself.

"Flashlights off! There's a Witch around here." That was Louis.

"At the same place?" Zoey glanced around, before turning off her flashlight. The sudden cry of a startled Witch broke the silence. A yelp followed it. The group of four rushed towards the sounds.

-Back at the Tic Tac Toe game-

"Ow, Emily, that hurt!" Emily, the Witch, had her long, red claws in the Hunter's before her throat.

"Listen to me next time!" Jen, the Hunter, whimpered in an apology, reaching her small clawed hand up to her neck.

"ITCHY!" Jen started to scratch at her throat, around Emily's hand. Emily pulled out the claws, and scratched her friends neck. "Thank yew Emily."

"Jen, you have no throat left, how are you talking?" Jen shrugged.

"I do many things and I have no idea how I can do them. Like how I have no eyes, but I have the best eyesight out of all. Oh, look, a Giant uterus is behing you."

"Jen, that's a Tank."

"So?" Jen waved.

-At the survivors hiding place-

"Don't most Hunter's hang out with Smokers?" Zoey asked.

"Not this one." Bill replied.

"Aren't Hunter's supposed to be male?" Francise asked, scratching his head.

"Female's are better then male's, Francise. We have a higher pain tolerence." Zoey kicked Francise in the shin.

-At the Infected friends-

Jen's throat was quickly patched up, and she started to giggle. Emily knew that giggle all too well. It was the giggle that told her survivors were nearby, and Jen was going to startle Emily, making her chase after her, leading her to the survivors, and killing them. Sometimes, things would catch Jen's mind, causing her to chase after it, and that object was usually a butterfly.

Jen's giggles died in her throat and she curled up into a small ball, falling asleep, and Emily started to sob. See, Witches cry because they can't sleep, and sugar taste so good. Witches can be weird sometimes.

-With the survivors-

Bill nodded his head, and they started to sneak past the two infencted friends. They were too busy trying to be quite, so they didn't notice the Hunter starting to shift, or that the Witches sobs grew louder.

-Infected friends-

Jen's smile grew larger, then she screeched, startling Emily, who got angry, because she fell for it every time, and Jen jumped towards the survivors, Emily chasing after her. Jen stopped in mid pounce, tilting her head to the side, Emily stopping behind her, talons raised. "Is that guy wearing a blouse, Emily?" Emily brought her hands down, also tilting her head.

"I think so." Jen started to jump up and down.

"Emily, you know the deal, if you don't kill them, I'm gonna have to sing."

"But you're the one who startled me."

"Are..are they talking?" questioned Zoey. Jen opened her mouth, took a deep breath, and burst out in song.

"You know I like my chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
Well I`ve seen the sunrise
See the love in my woman`s eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mother`s love

Well I was raised up beneath the shade of a Georgia pine
And that`s home you know
With sweet tea, pecan pie and homemade wine
Where the peaches grow
And my house it`s not much to talk about
But it`s filled with love that`s grown in southern ground
And a little bit of chicken fried

Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
Well I`ve seen the sunrise
See the love in my woman`s eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mother`s love

And its funny how it`s the little things in life that mean the most
Not where you live, what you drive or the price tag on your clothes
There`s no dollar sign on a piece of mind; this I`ve come to know
So if you agree have a drink with me
Raise your glasses for a toast
To a little bit of chicken fried

Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
Well I`ve seen the sunrise
See the love in my woman`s eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mother`s love

I thank god for my life
And for the stars and stripes
May freedom forever fly, let it ring.
Salute the ones who died
And the ones that gave their lives so we don`t have to sacrifice
All the things we love
Like our chicken fried

Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
Well I`ve seen the sunrise
See the love in my woman`s eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mother`s love

You know I like my chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
Well I`ve seen the sunrise
See the love in my woman`s eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mother`s love."

Francise smiled. "Nope, singing, Zoe. They're singing."

Emily started to growl, and Jen jumped out of the way, hiding on a nearby building. Emily attacked the survivors, killing off three, leaving the last one for her friend. Emily ran off.

Jen jumped down from the building she was on top of, landing in front of Zoey. She crouched down until she was eye level. "In order to find your friends again, open the big closet down there." Jen pointed to the closet that the Tank went in. Jen then jumped away.

-Jen's current position-

Jen's feet were getting sore from jumping around looking for Emily. Growling in frustration, she spotted another Witch, a Wandering Witch. No wonder why her feet were sore, she went from North to South, following her friends sent. Grumbling, she jumped down, startling the Wandering Witch. Before the Witch could attack, Jen spoke. "I'm dearly sorry for startling you, Wandering Witch, but do you have any idea where Witches go after killing someone down here?"

"The Sugar Mill. Why do you want to know?"

"My friend, Emily, is a Witch and I've been following her sent for so long, for me and her are from the North. How far is the Sugar Mill from here?"

"Three day's at your pace, going non-stop," Jen sighed. "But," the Witch continued, "I'll give you a ride, since you are so kind."

"Thank you." The Witch picked up Jen, carrying her to the Sugar Mill.

-At the Sugar Mill-

The Witch set Jen down at the Sugar Mill doors, and Jen was currently searching for her friends. Hearing the familiar sobbing of her friend Emily, and she ran forward, stopping short, and collapsing beside her friend.

Emily smiled, stroaking Jen's hood. "Hi Jen. Where have you been?" Jen growled.

"Shut up. I'm trying to sleep. And my feet are sore." Emily went back to sobbing.