A/N: Just want to give a shout out to Girl Scouts. Before I transitioned, I was a girl scout, and I didn't like it. But, now that there's an extreme shortage of Samoas and s'mores, they're having to work harder to get those cookies out, especially in Southern California. Good luck!

Aaron had sent two agents, Spencer and Jennifer, to stand guard at your new residence. He hadn't sent Sam for his safety, and you were a bit sad at that. You enjoyed the ride there (when you ignored the fact that Michael was on the lamb and you had two FBI agents tailing you). D/B/F/N had classic rock playing softly from the radio. Mostly, it was The Doors and Blue Oyster Cult, but there were other's, too. The scenery looked exactly like Nicolas Poussin's Spring, just make it dark out. Cooper slept between you and Jason in the backseat, and Jason was beginning to nod off, too.

"Y/N, may I ask you something?" D/B/F/W/N asked.

"Sure."

"Are you allergic to anything?"

A/N: We're going with no on this one.

"No, I'm not."

"Good." She reached beneath her seat and produced a Ziploc bag with chocolate chip cookies inside it. They were obviously home-made, and it made you smile.

You thanked her and nibbled on them, trying hard to not nod off. Your attempts proved useless, though, and finished off the cookies just before falling asleep.

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You woke up on a couch with sun blaring in your face like a hungry cat at two in the morning. You were frightened, at first, not recognizing where you were.

"You're alright, sweetheart. You fell asleep in the truck last night, and we didn't want to wake you up, so we just put you on the couch." D/B/F/W/N said, sipping a cup of coffee. "Are you hungry?"

"Y-yeah, I guess I am. Where's D/B/F/N and Jason?" You asked.

"Oh, they're out in the barn. I think they're milking the cows. Let's get you some breakfast, and I'll give you a tour of the place. How do eggs and bacon sound?" She suggested.

"That's fine."

"Great. We brought your boxes up to your room last night, if you want to get dressed. If you go all the way up to the third floor, it's the first door on the right." D/B/F/W/N smiled and turned on her heels, going out through the back door and walking over to what looked like a chicken coop.

You made your way up the stairs, and eventually found a room with boxes. You dug through the box labeled "Y/N CLOTHING 1/2" and threw on some random outfit. Jeans, T-Shirt, and the like.

By the time you had gotten dressed and made your way back down to the kitchen, D/B/F/W/N had plated the bacon and eggs, and was pouring a glass of apple juice.

"Here you are." She smiled, pushing the glass towards you. "Will you be alright if I disappear for a bit? I've got some errands to run."

"That's fine."

"Okay. When you finish, just go out to the back and to the barn. I've asked D/B/F/N to give you a tour, so just go on out and he'll know what you need." She grabbed her purse from a hook beside the front door, smiled, and walked out.

This lady knew exactly how to scramble eggs. Perfectly cooked, and seasoned to perfection. You almost didn't want to finish. But, all good things have to come to an end.

You wandered out to the barn, following the sound of mooing cows. At one point, two chickens had followed behind you, trying to peck at your ankles, but they went back to their house on their own.

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I'm not sure how she didn't see me. Or anybody else. The agents were out at the farm, talking to the man, I think he's D/B/F/N, and the kid. I don't know his name. They were milking cows. Anyways, my hiding spot was last minute, and it wasn't a good one, either. I was crouched inside the chicken coop, and I was fighting the urge to crawl out. It was uncomfortable in there, not to mention the stink, the amount of feathers and feces, and I'm pretty sure that I sat on all of the eggs. Plus, it was hot. I don't know why it was, but I was sweating bad. At least I wasn't wearing my mask. The officers at the station had confiscated it, and thank God for that. If I was wearing it, I'm sure it would melt to my face.

Y/N was busy fighting off two curious chickens, who must have had smooth brains, because they were following her and pecking at her heels. Honestly, I can see why they're able to run around headless. They don't use their brains, so no need for them, I guess. I watched as she went into the barn.

Last night, while everyone was asleep, I had snuck inside and mapped out my plan. I had overheard the lady's plan to go shopping while she had talked to D/B/F/N when they got back. This made my plan easier, so that I had time to do what I needed to do.

And right now, I figured, was the best time to fly the coop.

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You felt... off, as you were given a tour of the property. You felt like somebody was watching you, but every time you turned around, you didn't see anything. Jennifer had stayed at the barn with Jason, and Spencer had gone with you and D/B/F/N. Spencer must have felt it, too, because he was constantly looking over his shoulder.

"Do you feel like you're being watched, too?" You murmured as D/B/F/N stopped to put an escaped chicken back in its house.

"Yeah, I do. What worries me is that nobody in Haddonfield has died since Michael broke out, and nobody's seen him." Spencer mumbled back, looking over his shoulder again. "A lady did call the local station and saw she saw a man matching Michael's description back in Atkinson."

A/N: You have no clue how hard making the geography accurate for this book is. At this point, I never want to see a map of Illinois again.

"Do you think he could be here?"

"Well, I don't know. She said he was headed West, but just slightly to the North. That's towards here, so I suppose. But listen. I will not let anything-"

"Anything escape from that coop again." D/B/F/N interrupted. "You guys are horrible at whispering. Seriously, if you were talking any louder, those cows could hear you; and they're probably... oh, a hundred yards or so back."

You chuckled awkwardly and Spencer stood back to his full height (as he had bent down slightly).

"Well, let's just move on from that. Now, over here is the greenhouse where D/B/F/W/N grows all the vegetables..."

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After the tour (which took about an hour, as D/B/F/N didn't take you through the entirety of the property because there was probably about 600 acres, nearly twice the average amount of acres on most farms in Iowa), D/B/F/N left you to unpack your belongings. Spencer had offered to help, but you replied that you were fine. Spencer said he'd be down in the kitchen if you needed him, and you didn't think you would.

Note that you didn't think you'd need him.

About two minutes after Spencer left, a mass fell out of the wardrobe, and you immediately recognized it.

"Seriously? Again, with the dresser, man?" You sighed, annoyed.

"Well, doesn't that suck? There's an F.B.I agent downstairs that I could call up here right now and have him arrest you. I mean, you are evading capture, plus you broke out of jail. That's what, another five, maybe ten, years on your already hefty sentence? You'll have to die about fifty times after you die to finish your sentence."

"Or, and, here me out here, I couldn't." You opened your mouth to call out for Spencer, but Michael flashed you his knife. Fearing for Spencer's safety, you didn't shout. Yeah, he was probably wearing a bulletproof vest, but knives aren't bullets. Proof? Nothing shoots knives out of a barrel at 1700 miles per hour.

You sat down, shut up, and listened. Well, for about two seconds.

"Um, no you are not! I like it here, and I refuse to leave. I don't care what kind of Alabama, messed up crush you have on me, but it's wrong on literally every count. Get out. I'm not going with you and you can't make me."

"Everything okay up there, Y/N?" You heard Spencer call.

Michael gave you a look (well, it wasn't really a look, but you could tell that it was a warning) and flashed his kitchen knife again.

"Yeah, I'm just on the phone with a friend! She says she wants to come up and see me tonight, and I said she shouldn't!"

"Okay!"

Michael put his knife back and looked at you.

You didn't know what that meant, but you didn't have time to ask. Before you knew it, Michael was climbing out of the window and dropped down onto the ground. Well, into D/B/F/W/N's nice bush of Hydrangeas, leaving a man-shaped dent in the bush.

You continued to unpack, Michael's 'words' repeating in your head.