{BOOK 2} I Thought It Would Be Over - Paulkins/TGWDLM fanfic

Chapter 4 - They're back

Paul & Henry walked back to the car, Henry carried about ten bags. Paul had offered to carry some of them, with his good arm, but Henry insisted that he'd carry all of them.

Everything was fine until some teens approached them while they were loading the groceries in the car. "Hey! Look! It's Paul Matthews!" One of them shouted.

Paul turned around "Excuse me, do I know you?" he asked.

"You're the guy who doesn't like musicals. You're the guy who tried to kill us!"

Paul stumbled back. "Kill who?"

"The Hive!"

We're here
We're alive
We'll survive all of your attempts to stop us
We'll never give in
It would be easier if you just gave up
Because you will never win
From us

Paul got into the car. "Henry! Go!" One of the infected swung a piece of metal against the car window. All the glass fell on Paul. The singing continued.

You already stopped us once
Don't you think that's enough?
You're only making a fool of yourself
You will fail once more
Join us!

They drove away, far over the speed limit. Paul tried to brush the glass away, but a few pieces cut in his skin anyway. "What the fuck was that?"

"Paul... I think the Hive is still alive."

"Oh shit."

"We should probably let PEIP know."

Paul nodded, grabbing his phone. He tried to ignore the tears that stung his eyes when he scrolled past Emma's contact. He inhaled deeply before calling PEIP. "Hello? This is Ben Bridges. We just got home from the mall near our house and we saw some people singing and talking about the Hive, so I'd thought I'd let you know."

The sound of typing on a keyboard sounded through the phone. "Thank you, mister Bridges. I was actually planning on calling you. Michelle Carter, the woman who killed Kelly, was singing earlier today. And because we know killing someone can infect them, we looked in the room where we left Kelly's body, and it was nowhere to be found. It could be stolen, people steal the weirdest things these days. But we suspect the worst."

"Thank you, sir."

"Goodbye, mister Bridges." Paul put the phone down.

"What's wrong?" Henry asked.

"Michelle was singing and Emma's body is gone. She could be one of them."

Henry kept his eyes on the road. "That can't be good. They'll probably shoot anyone they see singing or dancing. If she's alive, we have to save her."

"Yes, but how? We can't just lock an alien in one of our bedrooms and wait until she isn't infected anymore."

Henry sighed. "I don't know. I know some scientists who might be able to help us, but I don't know how long it will take. And that's if they even want to help us."

Paul nodded. "I get it, but we should try everything we can."

They were silent for the rest of the drive home. When they were home, Henry cleaned Paul's cuts. "Those aliens are not afraid to use violence, huh?"

Paul chuckled nervously, "And you ask me that? You're the one who had his guts ripped out."

Henry laughed, "All they want is to infect us, it doesn't matter how they manage to do that."

"That's not a comforting thought... And by the way, how am I not infected? I mean, she shot both of us."

"Did you die?"

"No?" "There you have your answer. Emma died, you didn't."

Paul looked up. "We're going to get her back. I'll do anything to make that happen."

Henry nodded. "Yes, me too."