A Distinct Path [A Roblox Piggy Story]

Downtown Lucella-Chapter 4(Chapter 3.5)

TW: blood, death

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It was pretty quiet, what you'd expect from a literal apocalypse. It's just that you'd expect to see at least ONE other survivor.

But FoxiFangle and Doggy found no others.

"Well, this is SPLENDID," FoxiFangle grumbled, collapsing back into the chair they snatched from a store nearby. It's been 3 days since the beginning of the infection, but neither Foxi nor Doggy have found any sign of other survivors.

"It's kind of like a ghost town now..." Doggy murmured, looking over a map from a post office they passed once before. "I mean, we could focus on a better place?" They both had decided that the Walgreens was the best choice for now, but now Doggy brings up moving when he was the one who suggested the spot?

"Doggy, please. We should be focusing on getting a better food supply and not possibly not even finding another safe shelter." FoxiFangle replied, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

He looked up at them, grinning as if he had just done something bad, you know that face?  A grimace? Right? Right word? I dunno. "Well, it'd still be a good idea? For one, we could have more space for food?" Doggy lifted the map. "There's a bigger and probably safer and better, place for living just a bit farther downtown."

Foxi raised an eyebrow and walked over to inspect where he had marked a possible place for shelter. It was an old warehouse with a pretty big fence surrounding it. Yeah, this was an ideal place for a base. "Huh. Guess you're right Doggy." They admitted, blinking. Doggy bared all his teeth in a big smile, kinda like those weird puppy videos FoxiFangle'd find on the internet.

"So, the quickest way would be..." Doggy murmured, trailing off, looking back at the map. Foxi took a quick glance around their makeshift base. They'd made camp in a backroom, but they were currently standing in the pharmacy. A small slit of sunlight faded through, a fiery orange color? Probably, both of them are colorblind in one way or another.

"Ehhh, you might not like this Foxi..." Doggy said regretfully.

"What is it..?" FoxiFangle asked, looking back at him.

"Well, uh. The only clear path is through downtown and it's kinda..." He trailed off, a look of uncertainty on his face. Foxi groaned in annoyance. They had gone downtown on a look around the other day and had nearly gotten swarmed by infected.

"Wait, aren't there alleyways that lead to the warehouse?" Foxi asked. "Didn't Riley use to work there and mention alleyways?" Riley was one of the other officers at the police station who joined them a year or two after Doggy did.

"Yeah, he did mention alleyways, now that I think of it," Doggy said. "We could probably get there without having to go in the streets."

FoxiFangle shrugged. "Whatever is safer." They glanced around again. "Should we start packing up stuff and leave at night? The... infected... probably still have poor eyesight like us and since the alleys are usually dark we'd be sorta safe? Safer." They put forward, leaning against the counter.

Doggy nodded his head. "Sounds like a good idea, honestly." Foxi looked around the abandoned Walgreens. The shelves were still decently filled with items. The few windows that existed were boarded up tight, thanks to the random pieces of wood, metal, hammers, nails, and other stuff that for some reason were in one of the backrooms?

Doggy sat up, rolling the map up while FoxiFangle, without speaking, went into the backroom and started gathering up their supplies. Sleeping bags, check. Spare clothes, check.