• Typical Survival / MagCon Apocalypse • (Sequel)

Chapter 38: It's Just The Struggle

Nash

Cold wind hit us as we traveled.

'Winter...'

We walked and walked back to my place, finding only a couple walkers.

We swung, beat, then killed them - not wanting to waste a bullet - we've been running low on ammo, and we're trying the best we can

We approached my front door and I pushed it open, making it fall to the floor...

I gripped my knife and entered, stepping over the fallen door.

Everyone followed in and we searched through the house. Finding nothing but dead walkers and a little bit of our supplies.

I sit on the counter and angrily stuff the supplies into my bag.

I zip it shut and sling in on my back, hopping off the counter.

I walk out and ignore everyone calling me.

As I walk, the wind gets knocked out of me. I blink a couple times, my vision clearing and find myself on the ground.

I focus on what's happening and my eyes widen, immediately defending myself.

I struggled and pushed the crazed woman off of me.

She yelled in pain as she landed on a scrap piece of metal, impaling her stomach.

I quickly moved back and breathed heavily, the guys running by my side.

Shawn stabbed the woman's forehead, making her lifeless.

"I'm pretty sure that wasn't a walker!" Shawn said, taking the knife from the woman's skull. "No shit-" Carter began to explain, but I didn't care.

"Fuck that! What about Bree?! Where the fuck could she have gone?..." I ditched the idea and focused back on Bree.

'I need to find her... Cameron will be pissed when he sees that she's not with us. He'll probably go crazy without her... I need my best friend...' I thought about the whole idea of Cameron going back into depression, and I'm not gonna let that happen.

I got up and fixed my bag, grabbing my pistol from the ground as I got up.

"C'mon. Let's just go and find her." I told the guys, and they all followed along.

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Jack

Hayes and I ventured off to a couple houses not too far from our temporary home.

"Look, a dog." Hayes whispered, and I looked up at where he was pointing. "I wanna touch it..." I whispered back, taking a couple steps forward - after the first step, the dog saw us, beginning to growl.

"Well, you fucked up." Hayes said from behind me. "What do you mean, 'YOU' fucked up, WE both fucked up! You're in this too." I shot back, keeping my attention on the cute yet vicious animal.

The dog came closer, shortening the distance we were separated by. It only stood a few feet away.

"Grier, pass me your stick." I told him, backing up a step.

"Why my stick?" He whined and I didn't have time for this.

"Give me, the FRICKING stick, or we both get eaten by some dog!" I said firmly, making him give in.