Wasteland, Genius! || TWD

CHAPTER 1 . Virginia's Alcohol Beverage Control Act

"Guys?" Everyone's heads turned away from the current conversation to look a Jaqui, who was standing in the camper with a worried expression on her face. "It's Jim." Devins heart sank at Jaqui's words. 'What's wrong with him? Is he... gone?' Devin thought, fidgeting with the sleeves of his shirt.

Devin doesn't really know Jim, but he still cared. The boy  didn't want Jim to die.

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They ended up leaving Jim on the side of the highway, sitting at the base of a tree. Jim just couldn't keep going any longer, and Devin understood.
Now they were at the CDC, and Devin was kind of excited. He is really big on science and stuff, so when he heard that they were headed to the CDC, he nearly jumped out of his shoes.

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"Are any of you bit?" An old man with white hair and a gun pointed at them says skeptically.
"One of ours was. He didn't make it." Rick replied with a slight shake to his head.

"What do you want from me?" He questions again. 'Isn't that kind of obvious?' Devin couldn't help but think. "A chance." Rick begged.
"That's a lot to ask for nowadays." The white-haired man explained.
"I know." Rick said shakily.

"You will all submit to a blood test. That's the price of admission."

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Ultimately, Rick agreed, and now they were all in a room, getting their blood drawn, Devin fidgets with the hems of his shirt in the corner.

Luckily, Devin isn't scared of needles.

But he is scared of germs.

Devin realized that the doctor, who he had soon found out was named Edwin Jenner, would have to touch his arm. Devin wasn't usually this bad with germs. But ever since the world ended, he had been more over-stimulated, so he doesn't like the feeling of people touching him.

Unfortunately, they couldn't find a way around it. So Devin was now sitting at the table, staring at the food sitting in front of him. He was too overwhelmed to eat, so he opted for staring at it.
Devin didn't want to eat it anyway. All the food was touching, making the textures and the flavors funny, and the food looked odd to him.

"Are you okay, honey?" Lori asked Devin worriedly.
"Oh, yeah, I- I'm fine. Just a little overwhelmed is all, thank you." Devin replied without making eye contact.
"Okay, let me know if you need anything, yeah?"
"Yeah, thank you."

Lori was currently one of the only people who would listen to Devins rants, other than Dale, Jacqui, Glenn, and T-Dog. Okay, well. That's quite a lot of people, but Lori was his favorite. Lori was like a mother to the seventeen year old boy. She was just like his own mom, and Devin couldn't help but become attached to her.

Devins mom passed away during childbirth, four months after his 14th birthday. Neither his mom nor his baby sister made it.

The worst day of devins life.

Other than when a bunch of kids from the collage he went to, cornered him and ended up sending him to the hospital with two broken ribs, a sprained ankle, broken hand, and a broken nose.

Devin was only 15 when that happened.

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"Hey, kid, drink up! I wanna see how drunk you can get!" Daryl drunkenly placed a glass of wine next to him, startling the boy out of his thoughts.
"Oh! Uhm- I don't know. I've never had any alcohol before." Devin said, shaking his head slightly and waving his hands slightly infront of him. "Oh, come on! You're old enough." He tried again.

"I don't think he is Daryl. He looks like he's about sixteen." Shane interrupted, taking a sip of his own drink.

"I'm seventeen, but that still isn't legal age. Virginia's Alcohol Beverage Control Act contains laws governing possession, use, and consumption of alcoholic beverages. It is illegal for anyone under age 21 to purchase, possess, or consume any alcoholic beverage." Devin ranted.