Brandy Creek (Book One Completed)

Trust and Guns (Part 5)

Natalie

After the body is dumped outside I lean out and motion for Wyatt. He brings the hummer closer, pulling right up to the ambo and helps me take the third zombie out so we can start pulling shit out. I figure out how to shut off the sirens and begin pulling out all the glove boxes from the front.

"I'm not medically trained." Wyatt says from the back. "I know how to give CPR and stitch a smaller cut but that's it."

"I don't know much more then that." I admit to him making my way into the back and dump the boxes of gloves onto the seat. "I know what some things are though, just not really how to use them."

"What are we grabbing then?" He questions lifting a packed bright orange and green bag up. "How do we know its useful?"

"Everything is probably useful." I tell him opening up one of the cabinets. "If its already packed in a bag we should take it, if you could grab bags from the car."

I hand him another bag, this one is a lot thinner, but almost as tall as the one he has. He hefts the big one on his back, taking the other one from me he grabs some of the boxes of gloves. "I'll dump the junk food with the boys and bring back the grocery bags."

Checking everywhere I start pulling things out I recognize, little blue tubs that are plastic wrapped. Needles, IV bags and tubing. I pile everything at the edge of the ambulance so when Wyatt gets back he can just shove it in a bag and go. It helped that a few cabinets had labels.

Wyatt runs up with grocery bags in his hands, he looks over everything. "It might be easier to take the ambulance."

I thought about that for a second, he hands me a handful of bags and I shake my head. "As nice as having it would be, people not afraid of hurting people for things would see it and make it a target."

"Would you?" He asks stuffing a bag full of little blue crates trying to stack them to fit more.

Honestly I didn't have to think to hard. "Looting like we are now of course yes I would take shit from it. If I had to hurt people it depended on the people, is it still the medics in here? Or is it a gang that killed the medics for it?"

"So you do have a line you wont cross, good to know." Wyatt half joked, trying to keep the conversation a little light.

Shaking my head at him I laid down the truth. "I more then likely would never hurt a medic or children. Don't make the mistake of thinking I wouldn't, I would if I had to I just rather not."

Wyatt stares at me for a moment before nodding, eyes solemn. "Brutal honesty then."

We pack up what we can, putting most of it in the back seats with the sleeping boys. I made sure to leave space in the trunk and the front for my things that we would be getting.

Wyatt lets me drive again, we pass a small strip mall area with a few restaurants and a gas station on the corner. Screaming sounds from somewhere, a gun shot even farther. Turning the corner I bring us down a smaller road, only a two lane with wood to the right of us, the strip mall parking lot to the left. It turns into a field with the start of corn growing, all the way to the intersection very fair down. On the right the small chunk of woods gives way to a storage area, next to that a old bowling alley that went out of business a year ago.

One of the reasons I picked this place to store stuff, there wasn't much around it.

Pulling into the drive I make my away around to the back right and I'm able to pull right up to the large storage garage. Its all outside, the lanes big enough to fit a small moving truck. Keeping the keys in the hummer I get out and go to the storage door, Wyatt had given me the keys.