Darth is busy in workshop. He spent five years imprisoned in this place. He knows the prison like his backyard.
He has a pile of scrap metals in hand. He melts them into a lump. He will make a new machete. The old one got broken before they got here.
He kept hammering it with a hammer for a long time. Tempering it will increase it's durability.
Ross folds his hands. He hates to admit this guy is an excellent artisan. He could make decent cold weapons for them.
Bamboo spears are handy for amateurs like Jessie, Eddie, Val and Wendy.
Ross asked Darth to make sharpened steel pipes for them.
He notices the half finished machete in Darth's hands.
He asks, "Could you make me one? It hard to rely on fire-breathing techniques everytime."
"Sure."
Jerome is going to call them for lunch. He overheard it. He covers his mouth with a hand.
This is true love. It's Apocalypse world. Ross and Darth are using machetes. A couple's love items. Too sweet.
Jerome calls, "Ross. Darth. Lunchtime."
He leaves without waiting for their responses. Too much dog foods will make his stomach bloated.
Jerome decides to share the good news with others. He happily shares the love gossip with his team members.
Ross scratches his head. He feels his friends are watching him. He shakes his head. He is no monkey. There is no possibility they are staring him all these times.
Darth simply ignores them.
Jerome, their #1 shipper adores them with his eyes. Alphas are competitive by nature.
Darth and Ross. Who will be top?
Ross announces, "We have settled down. Our food supplies are running low. We must find them soon. Any suggestion?"
Jessie asks, "Aren't we going to check our surrounding stores as usual?"
"Darth and I have looked around. Most stores got their doors forced open. It won't be worthy. Most goods probably been stolen a long time ago."
Jerome simply covers his mouth with a hand. This power couple has ventured out along.
True love. It's true love. Must be true love. A good thing must be repeated three times.
Eddie asks, "I'm guarding our base. Can't leave Wendy alone."
Wendy's injuries haven't healed yet. It's too dangerous for her to go out. Some zombies might be attracted to her.
Ross nods his head.
He orders, "You siblings guard our base."
Darth suggests, "There is Sims Factory fifteen miles from here. Near city outskirt."
The others look at each others. The factory makes delicious snacks and canned foods. Good for replenishing their food supplies.
Ross says, "Let's check that place out. Val, do you agree?"
The Omega seems in a daze as usual. He only nods his head when his name got called twice.
Val secretly uses his pen to check the story progress.
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