They all get to their feet and we leave the gas station bathroom. Just as we walk out into the gloomy day, gunshots make us hit the ground and just about pee ourselves. They don't sound too far away! I feel my heart lift. Gunshots mean people! And those people are most definitely alive!
“HELLO!! SURVIVORS HERE!!!” I call out. My voices echoes through the barren wasteland of a city. Seconds later, I hear a voice:
“WHERE IS HERE?”
Dean's eyes light up. We both know very well who the voice belongs to.
“THE SERVICE STATION!!” I yell back. Dean grips my arm, excited:
“It's him! It's him! He's alive!!!”
“DON'T GO ANYWHERE!! I'LL BE THERE IN JUST A FEW SECONDS!!!”
I smile at Dean. His face is lit up and his grin reaches from ear to ear. Not too long after I turn around to face the street, we all see a tall, gun-toting figure walking to us. Dean's grip on my arm tightens.
“Easy killer!” I jokingly tell him. He smirks at me. The figure stops right in front of me.
“Hi Alex.” He huffs out.
“Hi Jack!” I reply, shaking his hand. Dean jumps at him and Jack pulls him into a hug.
“I missed you!” He says quietly. Jack smiles at him.
“I've missed you too!”
“Hey, uh, Jack?” I rub my neck nervously.
“Wassup Nerimon?”
“Have you seen Carrie?” I mentally cross my fingers, but my heart sinks as I watch his eyes grow sad.
“No...I haven't. I'm sorry.”
I try my hardest to shrug it off, “No worries. Well, if you're not traveling with anyone, you're welcome to come with us!”
Jack nods his head, “Sure! I'll come along!”
“Great! Do you have any skills or talents?”
“I can hunt and shoot rather well.”
I laugh, “Good! Coz Phil likes to cook!”
“Awesome! Let's go!”
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Survival
FanfictionIt's 2013 and the city of London is in ruins, much like the rest of the world. Alex Day, Dean Dobbs, Bethan Leadley, Charlie McDonnell, Dan Howell, and more are searching for more survivors. Will they find any more survivors? Will they themselves su...
