Omid's POV
Me and Pete have been taking refuge in a cigarette truck until the walkers cleared. We just entered as Pete just managed to lock it before they could bust in.
Pete: Well they shouldn't be able to get through that.
Omid: On the downside we can't get through them.
Pete: *Sighs* Exactly.
Omid: Well you rest up. I'll look for anything in here to help.
Pete: You sure your arm is alright?
Omid: Oh I hardly even feel it anymore. Besides its the least I can do for all you have done for us.
Pete smiles and sits down near the door and closes his eyes while I look around the truck. I search a small shelf in the truck and find nothing but trash. Nothing resourceful, except for this screwdriver that still looks clean somehow. It pretty much looks untouched.
Pete: At least you got a weapon.
Omid: How many shots in the rifle left?
Pete: I still have all 5.
Omid: Good. That will really help us in getting outta here.
Pete: Get outta here? Haven't you seen how many of them are out there?
Omid: It's nothing compared to what someone I knew went through. Clementine had a caretaker and went through a whole infested sea of walkers to get to her. Clem told us the whole story. If one guy can walk through a whole hoard of hundreds of thousands of walkers then the two of us is more then enough to take out a dozen of them. We'll survive this.
Pete: Jesus. A whole sea? I can't even imagine having to do something like that and he did it to keep that girl alive. If that isin't motivation I don't know what is.
Omid: Took the words right outta my mouth.
Pete now has this newfound determination inside him that has him mentally preparing himself to take out the walkers.
I go to look over at the front of the truck and it looks just as trashed as the rest of this truck, but I see the keys are still in the ignition.
Omid: The keys are still here.
Pete: Worth a try.
Omid: Nope. Not a single drop of gas in here.
Pete: Damn.
Omid: I see a box over to the side and I already know what it is so I don't even bother opening it.
Pete: What about that box there?
Omid: Not worth the look. Already know what's in it.
Pete: Then what's in it.
Omid: Not telling you. Besides we can't use it anyway.
I sit down having already checked the whole truck only finding the screwdriver. Something is better then nothing.
Omid: So whenever your ready. We can try and escape this tin can.
Pete: Just give me a few more minutes. Still gotta mentally prepare myself.
I wonder if that walker from last night is still out there? Well if it is hopefully it isint anywhere near us.
Pete: What you thinking about?
I look up at Pete being awoken from my thoughts. I think weather or not to tell him about that walker or not.
Fuck it. Best for people to know about if it is still out there, so they know what to expect.
Omid: Just this really bizarre thing I saw last night when when got attacked.
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