Mark didn't slow down, he just focused on the road in the headlight. Mari must have been watching his back for him, because she shouted over the roaring engine. "They're coming!" Mark glanced back quickly to see two Death Stalkers on bikes gaining on them. Unlike him, they were much more confident with their bikes. Mark's heart raced. He couldn't focus on driving and on them! Yelling over the engine, he told her in a panic. "Mari! I can't see them in the mirrors! It's too dark!" Mari hugged him tightly, shouting out. "They're flanking us!" Mark looked to his right as a Death Stalker landed from a jump right beside him. The Death Stalker removed his scythe, swinging it around menacingly as he adjusted it in his hand. Mark drifted the bike to the left, until Mari yelped and raised her sword to block a swing from the Death Stalker approaching on the left. Mark revved the engine to give it more gas, pulling away from them a bit. Mark caught movement in his headlight and shouted back to Mari sternly. "Hang on!"

Within seconds, they whizzed by a few zombies standing confused on the road. The Death Stalkers broke from him to dodge a few scattered along the road. After passing a few, others began to dash after them with loud cries of excitement. Mari swung her katana to decapitate the ones he passed too close to in order to keep them from grabbing the bike. One of the Death Stalkers risked rushing up behind them, taking a swing at Mari. Mari screamed ducking into Mark and forcing him to lean over the tank. Mark tried to shake him, but the guy was relentless. They only seemed to be aiming for Mari. Mark saw a zombie coming up on his left with an arm in its mouth and took a risk of his own. Snatching the arm from its mouth in passing, he held onto it. The hand moved and flexed trying to grab at anything it could. Passing the arm back to Mari, he told her loudly. "Use this! Get him off our ass!" Mari took the arm by the elbow without flinching and turned to look back at the rider. The Death Stalker swung at Mari again, which caused her to flinch back into Mark, before jabbing the hand out toward the tire.

The hand latched onto the tire with a death grip. The second the frame met bone, the tire jerked to a stop and sent the bike spiraling into the dirt. The Death Stalker's sharp screams broke over the roar of the engines as the pursuing zombies descended upon him. Mari let out an excited cheer and Mark chuckled to himself. Mark's smile faded though as he raced right past a zombie mountain lion that had a zombie vulture resting on its back. Mark glanced back at it, his heart leaping from his ribs as the mountain lion dashed after them with impressive speed! Mari hugged him, yelping out in fear. "HUNTER!" Mark revved the engine harder, watching the speed gauge climb up to seventy miles per mile and the mountain lion was still gaining! Mari let out a scream as the vulture on its back spewed a green liquid across the back of the bike. Mark was at a loss at what to do. He didn't dare slow down and he could barely keep his nerve going this fast. The Hunter sprinted up beside him, snarling at him with its one good eye. Panicking, Mark hit the brakes. The Hunter speed passed them, then tried to skid to a stop that resulted in it sliding into a three-sixty-degree turn.

Mark stopped the bike, panting from the rush of his own adrenaline. The Hunter in front of them slowed enough to start walking straight toward them with deep throaty growls. While the vulture on its back spread its wings menacingly and screeched at them hungrily. Mari clung to Mark, asking very worried. "Mark...? What are do doing?" Mark swallowed, unable to answer. He wasn't sure himself. He couldn't think of anything to do, until a loud gunshot rang out over the open plain. Both Mark and Mari flinched, ducking over the bike. The vulture suddenly took to the air with distressed cries, until another BANG shot it down. Silence fell for just a moment, before an engine approached quickly from behind them. Mark turned to see the second Death Stalker, rushing straight for them with his scythe raised. Mari fell off the back of the bike and Mark prepared to duck... when a flash grenade went off. The Death Stalker yelped as he jerked his bike too fast and sent it tumbling across the grass. Mark's ears were ringing, and he was slightly blind for a few minutes. What the hell was going on?

Mark strained to look into the dark from where he first heard the gunshots. At first, he saw nothing. Then he noticed a silhouette moving toward them. Followed by the soft purr of another engine as the figure moved closer, announcing to them bluntly. "Oh, boy, do you know how to bring in a shit storm." Mark winced at the man's bright headlight, raising a hand to block it out as he asked defensively. "Ya? Then why get yourself involved?" The man turned off his headlight once he was close enough, answering with a smirk. "It's my job. And I was hoping you'd help me out. After all... I did save your ass." Mark glared at the man, sternly retorting. "No offence. But I'm not in a trusting mood." The man turned off his bike, swinging his leg off it as he said with a chuckle. "Ya. I gathered that. Seems you got yourself in some shit with the Horsemen." The man cocked his pistol, moving away toward the injured Death Stalker. Mark raised an eyebrow, saying cautiously. "You know them?" The man aimed his gun at the Death Stalker's face, grimly answering. "Unfortunately. Words been getting around that they are snatching survivors. They recently took my partner. So, I've been scouting them out. Tracked them back here."

Mark swallowed, grimly asking him. "Are you from the Colony?" The man looked back at him through his long straight dirty blonde bangs, answering boldly. "Ya. You saw him in there?" Mark nodded, his look saying what the man clearly wanted to know. Without looking, the man shot the Death Stalker in the face. With a sigh, the man started to walk back to his bike, mumbling out softly. "That's unfortunate. I'll have to take the fall for that... Damn it." The man holstered his gun in the holster strapped to his thigh, asking him rather curiously. "What's your name, Fright Night?" Mark narrowed his eyes on him, snapping right back to him. "Tell me yours first." The man grinned, flashing him a gorgeous smile. Mark found his eyes drifting over the man's lean muscular hourglass figure. The man was handsome to look at. He was clean shaven and held himself confidently. His grey-blue eyes held his as the man lifted his chin, starting to answer openly. "My name is-" Before he could finish, Mari rose from behind the bike questioning the man in a startled voice. "Kenny?!"

Kenny jerked his head in her direction, replying completely amazed. "Mari?!" Mari ran around the bike to leap into Kenny's arms. Kenny caught her, hugging her tightly as he expressed happily. "Oh my god! You're alive!" Mark glanced between them, clearing his throat, before he asked her. "You know him?" Mari hopped down from Kenny's arms, telling Mark excitedly. "This is Kenny. He's one of my brothers. Kenny, this is Mark. The youtuber I was telling you about way back before all this shit started?" Kenny chuckled, extending a hand out for Mark to shake. Mark shook it but internally, he was wincing. Did Mari know that he had been sent to infect the Colony? Cause if she didn't... this just made things harder. Kenny released Mark's hand, asking Mari hopefully. "Granddad?" Mari's face fell and she lowered her eyes to the ground. She managed to shake her head and Kenny shuffled his feet, mumbling out to himself. "Shit..." Mari sniffled softly, lifting her head to say curiously. "Mom? Our brothers? Are they...?"

Kenny nodded, replying comfortingly. "They're at the Colony. We don't see much of mom, because she's in the lab... but we're all good." Soft growling started to crest the darkness and Kenny told them both seriously. "We should go. Come on. I know a place where we can lay low for the night." Mark adjusted on his bike, watching Kenny swing a leg back over his. Rising a bit off the bike, Kenny hopped to push a small pedal down with his foot to start his bike. The second it started, Mari hopped on with Kenny and Mark followed him off through the darkness. Kenny had something on the bars of his bike that he kept checking to navigate his route. From what he glimpsed of it, it looked to be a motion tracker. Kenny kept a brisk pace but it was reasonable enough for Mark to keep up with him. The farther he got from Death's compound... The more he wanted to go back. He had never been away from Sean since this started. However, he had to figure out whether to infect the Colony... Or find a way to get them to help him get Sean back.

Sean opened his eyes, feeling groggy as the sun shined in through the high windows of the barn. Chica let out a soft whimper, causing Sean to look in her direction. The second he saw War, Sean bolted upright. War was kneeling by Chica, holding her neck down as he stroked her head. Sean swallowed, looking around as he uttered out very softly. "Where's Death? Or Famine?" War blinked, his eyes shifting from Chica to him with a dark glare. Grabbing Chica by her collar, he lifted her up and practically choked her as he shoved her from the stall. War then slammed the stall shut to keep her out, answering him in a sinister voice. "They are busy. We had a few members found dead last night. Now, I could care less. But you see... Mark drove off apparently with MY prize. And that upsets me." Sean shrugged, mumbling out nervously. "I don't know anything about it..." War removed a large hunting knife from under the back of his red tank top, turning the blade enough that the sunlight glinted off it.

Staring him down, War growled out. "The girl you're traveling with. The one that got away from me... and then last night, she got away again with your lover." Sean shifted on the pillows, telling him honestly. "I knew nothing about it. I swear." War inched closer, sneering through his teeth. "Oh, I know. But it brought up a thought that is gnawing at me... See, I warned him about defying me... Yet, he took off with someone he clearly knew we wanted. What does that say about his loyalty? So, I came here to ask you..." War kneeled, dragging the blade of his knife over Sean's leg lightly as he purred out darkly. "Do you think I can trust him?" Sean's body shook beneath War's blade. He was tracing it over the major arteries in his legs with a face that screamed murderer. Sean took a shaky breath, answering breathlessly. "You can trust him. He wouldn't-" War flicked his blade off Sean's thigh, pointing it VERY close to the center of Sean's chest as he finished off in a cruel tone of voice. "Because he loves you? Are you sure about that?"

Sean nodded, locking his jaw to keep his teeth from chattering. He wanted to fight back, but he was sure that War had more experience in killing people than he did. Plus, with his ailing shoulder, he knew he didn't have the strength to muscle the knife from him. War stared deep into his eyes like a predator deciding whether to attack or not. Sean stayed very still. His whole body telling him to be calm and nonthreatening. War snorted, lowering his head to look at his knife with a forced smile. Sean didn't move. He was getting goosebumps. War suddenly chuckled lightly, then his expression changed instantly, and he shoved Sean back. Sean let out a short scream that was cut off by War pressing the knife to his throat. War straddled his hips, pinning him down as he leaned over him to hiss over his lips. "Good. Make sure you scream loud enough for him to hear you!" War snatched his wrists with one hand as Sean tried to push him off weakly. The sharp blade was stinging his neck, forcing him to keep from moving too much.

War pinned his wrists above his head, before burying his face in his armpit. Sean cringed as War licked his armpit. It twisted Sean emotionally to be tickled and disgusted at the same time. Inhaling his sweaty scent deeply, War pressed his face against his cheek, growling out in a lusty purr. "Call me by his name and I'll go easy on you." Sean turned his face away, letting out whimpers as Chica began to bark and claw at the stall door. War kissed his cheekbone, causing Sean to shiver with disgust. The stall door slid open, but War didn't stop. He was kissing a trail down to Sean's throat, his teeth grazing his skin possessively. A voice called War's name and before War could answer, there was a soft 'POP.' Sean heard something whiz through the air, then watched War jerk up with a sharp curse. War rolled off Sean, landing hard on all fours with a heavy grunt. Sean sat up, continuing to watch War as he removed a small dart from his neck. Sean looked up to the stall doorway to see Famine lowering a weird looking gun. Famine had Chica casually restrained by his leg, when he asked Sean. "You alright?"

Sean nodded, shifting farther back from War. War glanced up at Famine, grumbling out. "What the fuck did you hit me with?" Famine holstered his dart gun within his robe, answering seriously. "A tranquilizer. If you insist on acting like a beast, then I'll treat you like one." War snorted, chuckling out. "Jealous?" Famine rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath. "Please... I'd rather get fucked by your horse." War staggered, then fell limply to the floor. Famine released Chica, letting her run up to lick Sean's face. Sean hugged her close, listening as Famine told him seriously. "Come with me. I wanna run some tests with your blood." To Be Continued...