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She laughed. "I could have traded them in for rent." She said with a smile.
"Don't worry, i'll have it cleaned by time I put it back up." She paused thinking about the questions.
"Um, I don't mind stopping by the department, could we stop and get something to eat or drink? Like a bag of chips?" She said looking over at him.

"If not, we can go to the Mall, the nail and hair Salon, the Shoe store, um oh!" She exclaimed. "And you can carry all my bags." She said with a grin.
"And to to top it off, i'll charge it on your credit card." She said laughing.

"You wouldn't mind that, would you?"

"Reeve, I was just playing, calm down, you should know that, don't be such a stiff." She said giggling madly at his reaction.
Trying to control herself she managed to speak. "Um, I think I saw a 7/11 alitte ways into town, about a mile away from here." She said coughing and regaining herself.

"Will anybody be there at the Range?" She said looking out of the window and seeing somebody moving around slowly in there back yard.
"Looks like somebody is out tonight." She said with a slight laugh.

She nodded.
"That's good, maybe you can banter about old memories, that would be fun." She said with a laugh and lookign out the window again.

"Your right, there's no cars on the streets of a small town? Seems very unlikely, and it's not like it's one of 2 AM, it's only about 10:00." She said looking at the clock in the car.

As they drove by one house they noticed the inside lights of the living room were flickering off and on, repeating over and over.
"Odd, isn't?" She said, but then shurgged. "Not my bussiness."

Again another strange site, two garbage cans were spilled all over one yard, and one of the windows were broken.
"Has this place actually gotten this bad since I left?" She asked keeping her eyes fixed looking out the window.

"Albrecht!" John's voice barked over the lull of people leaving the theatre. "Number Four's out, so go help Cecelia clean it up."

Laura nodded and walked out of the concession stand and into the back room, waving a bit to one of her other coworkers, Joey. "You'd better get out there. Those people are gonna be wanting their free refills before they leave." she told him as she grabbed a broom and a butler (( A dustpan on wheels with a handle, for those of you who don't know ^^ )) and threw them into a trash barrel, wheeling the large plastic can out into the hallway and toward Theatre Four.

Joey leaned out of the door and grinned like a moron, waving as he pulled his hat over his touseled black hair. "You got it, S.A.!"

"I'm not an essay! Stop calling me that, you stinkin' Mexican!" she snarled over her shoulder in mock menace as she went on her way.

"Yeah, but sometiems it's easier that way."

He said with a smirk,

"I was going to leave you... but I think I found the medicial room first."

Taking the badge, he clipped it onto the holster of his Revolver and closed the door to the car - leaving his rifle inside. Jogging around the car and over to the door to the house, he brought up his fist and knocked on the door a few times.

"Anyone home?"

He asked, waiting.

It's strange how such loud music could come from such an old, beat-up car. Ray and Jason were currently bouncing around and singing purposely loud and horrible to the old-school songs that they knew. The two were acting like a bunch of teens having the time of their lives.

Which Ray was, she loved how Jason could bring out the kid in her. She'd defiantly miss him when he left.

As the music slowed to a stop, Ray switched the radio off suddenly while looking off toward someone's front-yard.

"Hey! I liked that song!" Jason cried, clearly not pleased with the woman touching his stereo. Though, as soon as he saw the look on Ray's face, he dropped his head and whispered: "Ray?"

"Burglar?" Ray suggested. It was kind of obvious, the person, which looked to be male, was practically clawing at the window for entrance.

Motioning for Jason to kill the car, Ray un-buckled her seatbelt and slowly opened the passenger door. Trying to be as silent as possible, which was hard, 'cause of the year of Jason's old car. Carefully unclipping one of her guns from her side, Ray easily pointed it, along with her security flashlight at the burglar.

"Don't move!" She shouted, her voice low and dangerous, much different from the tone she used with Jason.

The man at the window immediately froze, the small-circled shape light pointing right at his head. Slowly, he stumbled back, away from the house window. Ray instinctively moved back as well. "I said don't move!"

Firing a warning shot toward the ground, Ray let the man know she wasn't playing. Though, with one quick turn, the man changed everything. Ray almost fell over in shock at the man's appearance. His skin a deadly white, his eyes emotionless and a reddish hue, blood seemingly pouring from his mouth as he reached for Ray's shocked form longingly.

Ray stepped back more. "God Dammit! I said don't move!"

Firing at his leg, Ray watched in horror as the man flinched, but returned to walking, or stumbling toward Ray.

She fired at his head and watched as he finally went down. Ray fumbled with her gun for a moment and shot Jason a side-glance. Only to find nothing but the empty car. "Jason?" She called helplessly.

Gulping slightly, she shot her head back to the man.. thing and coughed in disgust. She'd seen enough horror movies before, the cop always seemed to die, didn't he?

"Jason!" She called once more, scanning around for her partner and friend. Where the heck was he? He was right beside her, then he just vanished. Perhaps he was scared shitless? Part of Ray wanted to do the same thing, run away.

Quickly running toward Jason's car, which she thanked, had a communicator on it, she shouted in the small speaker for backup.

As Reeve entered through the Broken window and asked a question aloud, he noticed a hand print that was smeared down the wall in blood.
The stench still was here, stronger even.
Another soft moan was heard, this time alittle louder and he could tell it was coming from somewhere in the back of the house, possibly a bedroom, he was in the living room, to the right was the kitchen, right in front was a sliding door to the back yard, and to the left was a hallways with 3 doors, 2 bedrooms and a bathroom, he would only know this if he knew the common house design.

Back inside the car the radio flicked on and a cut up and choppy voice went over with a transmission.
It was to fuzzy to make anything out. "Damnit, I hope Reeve comes back soon." As soon as she said the last words aloud to herself. A bang right behind he ron the window made her jump.
She turned around and to her horror a pale, torn up man, who's half of his jaw was missing was sliding his hands along the smooth glass.

"No...no, this isn't happening, This is all in my head." She began to repeat when the creature raised it's arms high and bashed into the window.
Carrie screamed loud.

Inside the house Reeve could hear the window break and Carrie's scream.

She winced as the gun went off so close and the some of the extracts of the head coming onto the window.
She looked up and smiled as she was glad to see Reeve back.
"Oh Reeve, I thought I was dreaming." She said as she leaned on him, hugging his arm.
"Please don't leave me alone anymore." She said looking down.

From the house, whatever inside knew something was stirring outside.
The door of the house flew open and 2 beings came from it, the creatures from what the two had seen in the Mansion, were now in the houses and streets of there beloved city.

"No..this isn't real...How?.."