Jumping from bush to bush, tree to tree and house wall to house wall; William was moving his way slowly into the suburban area. Eventually he came to an area that seemed to have people running around it. Where the heck he was exactly, he couldn't tell. The Shoppin's was just down a hill back the way he came so that wasn't a problem but the area he was in now was just unrecognizable to him.<br/><br/><strong>Shock and awe!</strong><br/><br/>There were some people alive! Well not people, more like not fleas... eh, they were close enough to people that something could be done; a doctor and some people who seemed to be homeless. It was up to Sergeant T. Williams to collect and protect these people. Mostly people? They were better than the others who were getting maimed and killed so it was them or nothing; should pick nothing.<br/><br/>“Listen up!” William shouted as shot a single bullet into the sky with his gun, unaware that wasting ammo was probably not the smartest of things right now. “This ain’t an act of god and this sure as hell ain’t no hallucination!” He barked his orders, “Any human’s that don’t want to be alien shit in the morning need to follow my ass to the Shoppin’s RIGHT THE FUCK<strong>NOW!</strong>” He wasn’t messing around and he was a bit pissed these were the only people who seemed competent enough to keep themselves alive. The worst of all being the fact if things got broken down, he was probably the smartest of them all and he knew that didn’t rest well.<br/><br/>Every flea in the area had panicked at the loud pop that came from the gun so anyone bolting for the Shoppin’s would make it there in mostly one piece. Right now the monsters kept their distance as they assessed the situation and let their lil’ns rest all snug and comfy on Crystal’s sweater while munching greedily on the a house wife or two.<br/><br/><em>“My Baby!”</em><br/><br/><strong>“My Leg!”</strong><br/><br/>Those too weak or slow were being picked off rather quickly but it didn’t mean those from the hairy space balls were going to let anyone go. William pushed his beret down on his head and started booking it; he did his job well enough. They’d follow or they’d die! That wasn’t his fault or problem… right? He did his job and if they made it to the grocery he’d continue to do his job.