Part 2

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The three of us in the back exchanged worried glances before stepping out of the vehicle and joining al as we walked towards the mysterious woman.

She was crawling towards us, she looked weak and ill.

"you ok?" morgan said as he tried to help her up, "what happened to you?"

"their are bed people" she said, clutching onto him, barley able to stand. As she spoke we heard rustling in the bushes surrounding us, then three more people appeared. Weapon's aimed at our skull's.

Even the the crawling woman was now stood up straight looking live and well, her gun aimed at us.

Were she had that gun hidden, we shall never know.

"get in the truck" the girl that was crawling said, even her voice now sounded better. we obeyed her commands.

Four unarmed people were not gonna risk a fight with four armed people.

I know hand to hand combat, but hand to hand does not involve one of them holding an SMG.

Once we were back in the SWAT they told us directions, al was on her drivers seat with lil'miss faker gaurding her while me, morgan and jhon were in the back with the bush people.

They kept their weapons aimed at us while al drove to wear they directed her.

But, we didn't make it to there set destination because althea made a stupid decision, she swerved into a ditch and got the m-wrap stuck.

Our captors, weapon's still aimed, marched us out with them while they looked at how bad the damage was. And i can't lie about this, it was bad.

Althea, jhon, crawling girl, guy with ear piercing and a girl with ponytail went off to find something to pull it out.

Me, morgan and a long haired boy with a strange face stayed behind.

"im nick" the boy said.

"mishka, and thats morgan" i said.

As i said his name morgan began hobbling over, his fighting stick acting as his temporary walking stick.

"want a protien bar" nick offered it to the injured man, causing him to start laughing,he still took it, but still laughed.

Suddenly a blue truck drove down the road, straight past us and nick's eyes filled with anger and hatred. Enough hatred to get omebody either seriously injured or killed.

He bolted after it.

Morgan and i grabbed him, unfortunetly ending in us all fighting in the back of the truck.

And also ending up in the horn getting jammed so it was now gonna start attracting rotters.

That became a problem and distracted us, unfortunetly long enough for nick to get away.

But, me and hobbles were close behind, unfortunetly morgan wasn't able to run as much because of his leg but we were still able to follow closely behind the boy.

Then we found were the truck had stopped. It was clear to us, nick was gonna kill the driver. No doubt about it.

I stayed back as the jones man walked to the murderous boy and gave him a book before giving him a speach about peace and the value of human life, some kind of bull like that.

Morgan clearly didn't understand the new world, it's kill or be killed. You have to take life's in-order to keep your own.

He didnt listen, he walked into a room to confront the driver of the blue pickup truck. Nick killed him, his face was filled of anger and saddness all at the same time. A mixture of unreadable emotions, he abviosly wanted to killt he man but clearly didn't want to take a life. It was blatantly obvious he didn't want to keep on murdering.

Nick just walked to us, leaving the body to turn.

"nick, who was that?" i asked curiously.

Bang

Nick looked down fearfully, their was blood seeping out of a hole in his stomach, he had been shot. A little girl with long brown hair, a gun and a shocked face had shot him.

Morgan ran after her but failed to find her, i put pressure on the wound, he was losing blood fast, suddenly the m-wrap turned up, the three people from the road got up and began walking over.

When they saw what had happened their walk turned to a run.

They sat next to the dying boy, crying.

Shit.

Well this is going well, is it....

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 13, 2023 ⏰

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