Walking With The Dead

In The Dust

Wow, this, this is amazing.

Those were the only thoughts in my head. Carl wasnt kissing back, but he didnt pull away either.  I took advantage of this moment and got my fill. I pulled away and looked at him apologetically.

"Im sorry.. Carl... im sorry."

He didnt say anything. He didnt look mad, so that was a good thing.

"Adrian, ive never been kissed by a boy before, i always thought it was wrong. Every one would get made fun of for being gay. I like girls though. Right? I dont know. Just please.. dont do that again."

I just nodded.

I packed up our things and threw them into the car. There was a minivan at the other end of the parking lot, so i decided to check it first. Sure enough, there was a walker inside. I must of missed it. I opened the door, and and drove my knife into her head, and pulled her out. I got into the van and checked the glove box. Empty. Maybe there were keys in here. I looked for keys but couldnt find any.

Maybe...

I got out of the car and checked the pockets of the dead walker. Yes! I got back into the van, jammed the keys into the ignition and turned the keys. It struggled, but the van started. There was almost a full tank of gas in this. I put the van in reverse, and backed it up to the car. I turned the van off, and got out.

"Carl, i need you to syphone the remainded of the gas in that car and out it in the jerry can. We got ourselves a new set of wheels.

It wasnt anything special, a burgundy Dodge minivan, but it was in better shape than the car.

Carl syphoned the gas out of the car as i put our things into the back of the van.

It didnt take long for him to retrieve the gas, and put the jery can into the back of the van. The can was half full.. sweet. Carl got into the passenger seat of the van, and we left. Maybe we'd come back to this hotel, but for now itll be left in the dust.