《A new zombie apocalypse》Winter road trip?
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…..prison
toby: hey Teara, that dog ain’t looking so good.
teara: I’m aware of that Toby I’ve been keeping an eye on him, Delilah said she was looking for a name tag for him then she’s more then likely going to put him down.
DJ: she’s going to put max down.
Alice: it’s probably for the best DJ, Maxie’s getting pretty old.
toby: I just didn’t no if I was the only one noticing it or not, the dog is blue as well we don’t no if It’ll turn on us or not.
teara: that’s why I’ve been keeping an eye on him Toby!
Toby: alright, alright.
toby walks off and huffs at the same time Matt comes running in the prison.
teara: Matt!! What’s the matter why did you run in here?
matt: “huff” “huff” andr….. Andrea sh…. She’s right be…. “Huff” “huff” behind me. I wa… was trying to “huff” “huff” beat he…her back. “Huff” “huff”.
teara: bahahaha! So you ran here to beat her back.
matt: ye…. Yeah.
andrea: hey guys I’m back…..what wrong with you Matt you look like you ran a marathon.
matt: haha. Just keeping up the cardio.
andrea: I new you were following me give it up.
matt: is that why you took the long way back!?!
andrea: yeah, hahah.
teara: ahahahah. Looks like you got your work cut out for you Matt.
Andrea: wha…what’s that supposed to mean. “Says embarrassedly”
teara: oh nothing.
andrea: where’s the others.
DJ: they went out to get supplies for winter and aunt D is looking for a name tag for max….she’s thinking about putting him down soon.
Alice: yeah, he’s not been doing to good.
andrea: well I hope there looking for a new place for us to go to because the food left in this area is scraping bear-minimum. We’re not going to make it threw the winter and it’s already starting to snow.
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teara: already? I guess that is about expected. Will have to talk to them when they get back.
Alice: speaking of which can you still hear there foot steps DJ.
DJ: ohh!! I haven’t thought about it just a second……yeah I can still hear them. They’re pretty far away though, maybe they had the same idea you did Andrea about leaving this place.
andrea: maybe
back to our group….
jarrad: hey, Delilah here I found a tag with max’s name on it.
me: oh thanks Jarrad, while we’re here let’s fill these jugs with gas it will be a long walk if we try to go any further, I seen a car outside we could might use.
alex: (walks in gas station) I checked them out they’ve been stripped of battery’s and anything useful.
me: you think it’s from the marauders.
jarrad: i don’t know, we haven’t ran into them any and we’ve been going this way for a little bit now on run’s. Maybe it’s from before, when the marauders was out scavenging.
me: maybe, I think we should keep our guard up. And I guess that shot the car idea in the head.
alex: well, even if there was a good car left we wouldn’t have any gas I just tryed to start one of the pumps and nothing came out. I’m assuming this place has been cleared out for a while now.
jarrad: yeah, this gas station was a little further then the route we usually take for supplies it’s possible.
me: aha, anyways we should get a few things and keep going we still haven’t found anywhere to start heading off to and this gas station is to far away from the prison for us to keep traveling this far and it almost winter.
Alex: yeah. We definitely need to keep going.
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a few hours later as the sun starts to set, Delilah, Jarrad and Alex began to suspect there’s nothing for miles when Jarrad spots a radio tower station.
jarrad: look a radio tower!!
alex: finally my feet are killing me.
me: I could definitely take a break.
jarrad: let go!
alex: wait what if other people are there.
me: Alex is right Jarrad we shouldn’t take off running let’s walk up on the place and look at what we see first.
Jarrad: you’re right. We’ve been walking for so long I almost forgot other people were out here.
alex: yeah, all the infected we’ve killed on the way definitely made me forget there’s other living people out here “says sarcastically”
me: she has a point Jarrad, how could you forget that.
jarrad: let’s just go. “Says embarrassedly”
me: (looks threw binoculars) everything looks clear, a few stragglers near the front.
jarrad: alright I’ll clear them out, and then will see if the radio works.
me: well, you can do that if you want to I think we should stay the night here. And go back for the others “looks down at name tag” and max tomorrow morning. (Thinks to self) oh max, I hate we’re going to have to part ways soon you’ve been such a good boy…….
while our group settles into the radio tower for the night Jarrad stays up working on the receiver in the radio station in hopes of communication with the rest of the world, but back at the prison our group there is getting restless…..
DJ: hey mom I can’t hear aunt D’s foot steps anymore or the other’s.
teara: did something happen to them.
DJ: no there foot steps just got to far away.
andrea: do you think they found a place and something bad happened.
Alice: no! I think there alright aunt D’s been threw a lot and I’m sure there just staying somewhere for the night.
teara: I hope ur right honey. If they’re not back by tomorrow evening will head out the way they went.
max: arrrrrrrrr………
andrea: Maxie what’s wrong!?!
teara: Andrea get back I….I think his time has come.
DJ: no Maxie! aunt D’s not here you can’t leave us without her by ur side “says with tear in her eyes”
teara: honey I’m sorry things don’t always happen that way.
DJ: “hides face in her hands”
max: “walks over to door and lays down bearly breathing”
teara: you wonna go outside max. Let’s go out buddy……
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