Amy strummed the guitar until only she and it existed falling into the sounds and sparking a flood of memories. There were three cities they were touring in this state and the train had been the quickest way to get to all three in the time allotted. She had been thoroughly enjoying the experience. It had been her first trip to America and so far it was all she had hoped it would be. it was exciting and unknown, all new and yet ancient with lingering ghosts of a past that was different yet so similar to her own.<br/>Danny wasn't having half as good a time as she was. Danny Evans  was Amy's high school sweet heart and her Drummer. He had always been cynical, one of those people that were permanently trapped in the rebellious mindset of a sixteen year old. He had nothing but contempt for anyone that wasn't named Danny Evans and wasn't afraid to voice his discontent. a colossal asshole Danny had at every turn  managed to keep Amy from having the time of her life with a slue of insults or degrading remarks about the people and places around them. She would have looked back on him with nothing but hatred had it not been Danny that saved her life.<br/>The instant the chaos began there shows were cancelled and she and the rest of her band were taken to the airport where they was supposed to board the next plane to New York, and from there Home. By the time they got to the airport the place was in even more chaos then the city outside, flooded with people trying to get as far from the growing danger as humanly possible. Amy and the others were stopped just outside the already packed building. there was some sort of mix up and somewhere information never got to the right people.<br/>Amy turned towards the mass of frightened people as her manger Samuel Patterson argued with a member of the airports staff. The people were frantic with fear and confusion. Men women and children all huddling together all shouting over each other falling into utter disarray despite the attempts by the airports staff and security to keep everyone calm and somewhat organized.<br/>She remembered feeling a sudden sense of panic when someone screamed in the middle of the crowd. She remembered freezing up, her body locked in a state of fear when the mob erupted in a flurry of movement all of them trying to scatter at once and only succeeding in trampling over each other. Whatever had been happening in the streets, whatever had rendered the once proud city to ashes had found its way to the airport. She Didn't know how deadly it was at the time or how utterly devastating the event would be on that nation and the world. All she knew was that there was no order to be found anywhere, everywhere she looked was more people running, screaming. A large man holding a small bleeding girl had rushed by her inadvertently smashing into Amy in his desperation to flee whatever terror was chasing them. She fell back falling hard on her fathers guitar. She remembered feeling a surge of fear that she might have broken it. It was silly that of all the things to be afraid of she was scared she had broken a guitar.<br/>A hand had slapped around her wrist yanking her to her feet. and before she had realized who had a hold on her she was being drug back through the crowed and towards the side of the building. Danny had seen her fall and reached out rescuing her from the chaos. She was shaken and in tears but other then that alright. Danny was clutching his arm his long plaid shirt had been torn open, a large chunk of his left forearm was a blood gash.<br/>he had been the one to take the shotgun from the wrecked police barricade and slowly over the next few days Amy watched him wither away until he became the thing that had killed him.<br/>Amy let the memories of the past slip away and felt reality pull her back into its grip. Opening her eyes she gasped spinning out of the bright yellow chair. She watched the man watch her, swinging the guitar on its strap behind her wile at the same time bringing the shotgun up holding him in her sights. Her first thought was that it was one of those things, that it was creeping up to maul her wile she was off in her own world. But slowly she realized it wasn't.<br/>Dropping her gun Amy felt her lips curl up into a smile. He had been the first living thing she had seen in more then a month and she was beginning to fear that she was the last living being in the state. She laughed as she moved towards him on her verge of tears utterly joyful that she wasn't alone anymore. All that was replaced with sudden shock as the man with the bat rushed in behind him.<br/>"Wait!" was all she had time to scream praying that it was enough to make him hesitate.<br/>