It's been about 3 weeks since that night in the barn. We haven't really talked about it, and pretty much don't bring it up. Wren has been a little distant for about a little more than a week, not talking as much, and hanging back behind me a few feet. Maybe she wanted me to try something... I don't know.
We officially left Nebraska last week, and now are getting pretty deep into Colorado. I just hope we don't get trapped in a snowstorm.
We mainly have to keep off of the main roads, to stay away from large groups of bandits, and hordes. Which ultimately means, it will take longer to get to LA.
"It's pretty cold here, do you want my hoodie?" I asked while facing forward, I could hear her feet dragging behind me. "Wren?"
"Huh?" She said mindlessly.
"Do you want my hoodie?" I repeated.
"Um... if it's ok." She said softly.
I stopped and took off my hoodie and held it out for her. She took it with her face turned, not even looking at me. I sighed and kept walking, the silence starting to tighten my chest.
A painted-over road sign was covered in red paint with black words neatly painted on top.
"Wolfepine 5 miles ahead." I read out loud. "That seems off to me."
"How? It's just a town name." Wren said.
"I don't know, I think we should find a different way," I said.
"That could take days, and make this whole trip way longer. I vote we go through. Best case, we can trade for some supplies. Or even shower. Worst case, it's a ghost town." Wren said.
"A ghost town with a shit ton of Freaks," I said.
"Why do you always have to be negative?" She clicked her tongue and continued down the road to Wolfepine.
I tried to persuade Wren into skipping the town, but she wouldn't listen. More and more signs popped up saying. "Safe place!" "Food, water, shelter!" All welcome!"
"Wren come on, this place is extremely sketch," I pleaded.
"It will be fine Saren," she said as she continued on.
The sun starts to set, and we arrive to a large wooden barbeque with towers on top of a large wooden gate. Pretty much the same as Eos's walls but wood.
"Halt!" A voice called out from the top of the gate. "State your names!"
"I'm Wren and he's Saren!" She yelled back.
"Are you bit?" The voice called out.
"No," Wren answered.
"Do you have any diseases, STDs, or allergies?" The voice said.
"We are clean!" Wren said.
"I'm actually allergic to bullsh—"
"Ignore him, he's clean." Wren cut me off.
"Are you willing to surrender all weapons on your body?" The voice said.
"Yes," Wren answered.
"No." I corrected.
"Saren, what why? Why can't we just come in for the night, maybe get a hot shower, and some hot food?" Wren pleaded.
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The New Dead World
AdventureA young teen, Saren is ready to give up on life, he plans for an apocalypse just to cling onto something to live for. But to his surprise, an apocalypse where people come back to life and start eating each other actually comes. He starts his new lif...
