He stretched out, the vest only covered his torso. Luckily his lower garments were still wearable. He threw them on and moved toward a large bay window. The night air was stiff and cold, but the room was still warm and moist.
He wondered why that was. He looked back at Rose, she was re-braiding her hair. She was gorgeous standing in the mirror, making herself look presentable to her parents. Maybe they wouldn't be bale to figure out what happened if Travis could find a decent shirt.
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Edited on 2009-05-12 at 03:10:14 by Babaloo
Seth stopped walking. "No offense, but that is the stupidest reason to leave I have ever heard. And don't worry, after all this, I plan on going back to Iraq. I want to see both of my wars to their end." He turned around, still confused at her thought process. "I know it's not something you may agree with, but I can't get away from war. There's nothing else I'm good at."
Seth continued walking down the road. He kept trying to hitch rides from any passing cars, but it was in vain. Finally, a car stopped and let him in. He felt uneasy the instant he buckled himself in, but was thankful for the ride. As they continued driving, one of the men turned towards him. "So what's your name, stranger?"
The man grinned at the driver, and then pulled a long revolver from the glove box.
"I'd assume you're the ex-marine who fought with that crowd is half-breed bastards, vampires, and renegade lycans. You'll see your error now!" Seth threw his foot up and kicked the gun as he fired, making the bullet graze his shoulder. He winced in pain and punched the man once, twice, three times. Taking the gun, he shot the Lycan at the crown of his head. The blood splatter blinded the driver, and Seth went to take his chance.
Then the car hit the tree.
Seth, removing his seatbelt to fight, was flung through the windshield, slamming into the tree and getting knocked out cold. All he remembered was the last Lycan putting a ziptie around his hands and feet, and carrying him into the woods.