Run. (Team Crafted Fanfiction)

Chapter 6-The Journey Begins

Adam's POV

I bend over in my closet, digging around.

"C'mon, gotta be around here."

Clothes get shoved aside, along with old recording equipment. I hope I didn't get rid of it. I really hope I did not get rid of it. Wait, something shiny...

The door creaks open behind me.

"Adam? What are you doing?" They close the door behind them with a soft click.

I straighten up suddenly brandishing a machete I pulled from the closet, grinning. Score!

Jason stumbles back from me. "Where the hell did you get that thing!?"

I grin slightly. "Confiscated from one of the fans at mine-con. They said whoever wanted it could have it! Crazy, right?"

He nods slightly, still watching it flash in the morning light as I swing it around. "Why would they bring a knife?"

I shrug. "Who cares? I've got a weapon now, so Ian doesn't have to stand guard over all of us."

Still in a stupor, Jason suddenly shakes his head. "Well, I came in here to tell you to pack, but..." He cuts off as his eyes wander around the clothes strewn around my bed and the backpack on my bed.

I clear my throat. "Yeah. Had an idea we might be leaving. So, when are we leaving?"

He shrugs and leaves the room, after casting another long glance at the machete. Okay, then. Anything else I need? I briefly wander about the room, but stop at my computer. Damn, I wonder if all my fans are ok. I mean, if they are all not dead. Or undead. Or severely injured.

No. Bad. Don't think about that. Shoving the incessant thoughts to the back of my mind, I sling my bag around my arms and head out into the hallway.

I peer over the banner, but nobody appears to be downstairs. I step lightly down the stairs and cross to the kitchen. Hmmmm, no one? Alrighty. Guess who gets first pick at food!

I open my bag and start sliding in water bottles, canned food, and other various things scattered about the kitchen.

I am zipping up my bag as Ian and Ryan come down the stairs. I freeze, and slide my bag silently back on.

"Hey, guys."

They both jump and wildly stare around until they look at me.

"Adam! I mean, um-a, Hi. Didn't know you were up."

I chuckle. "Relax Ian, I am not in shock, or insane. Just needed some time." I look around the kitchen for a moment. "So. When will we be leaving?"

They walk towards me and settle their bags on the counter, also packing supplies.

"Soon, I hope," Ian responds. "Quentin, Jason, and Ty are still packing, but they should be done and down soon-"

He is cut off by the clomping of feet down the stairs.

"But now we are all good to go!" Ryan announces. "Grab some food and water, and we'll hit the road."

There is murmured assent, and they scramble to get whatever we left. With them all set, we head to the door. They all head out, but I pause for a moment in the doorway, thinking.

Damn, there was some good times in this house. Shame it had to end like this.

With that, I force all other nostalgia away and join them in the car, taking the drivers seat.

"So, where was Mitch getting the pizza? We should check if he's still camping out there."

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A/N(3/22/15): Chapter edited. Grammar?