Part 15

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Knife was walking around the town, oj already went back because he DESPERATELY needed sleep so knife decided to continue to look for resources alone, he knew he could protect himself.

"Ugh.. I hate this smell, it's already getting on my nerves."

Knife continued his way and looked around the area, he realized that the forest did have much blood, but candle is there and he is sure all the townspeople were killed, eaten or infected. But he didn't want anything crazy to happen so he stayed away from the forest and continued his search for resources, he did find some food, flashlights and a gun with some spare bullets. "I think this is all I can find for now, infected will start showing up soon" knife made his way back to the motel hoping nothing will happen and for once Jesus answered his wish, he went back and showed test tube on what he found "Hm.. maybe we can go the lab? I might have some chemicals that could help us" "ugh... I do not want to go anywhere, I just want to relax and do nothing." "But-" "But nothing, I've been practically working since this whole situation even started!" Knife walked off and test tube scoffed. She put the resources with the rest and left the room. Balloon was with suite case near the lake

"Wow, I'm surprised that the fish here aren't dead, the other lakes fishes are either dead or were eaten by the infected"

Suite case wrote on the ground

'That's because I protect them, they give me company while your not here'

"Aw.."

Balloon gave her a hug and he continued to view the lake. The memories, it makes him miss the show a little. But he knew all he could do is remember that and try to remember the positives during that time.

Paper was what pepper due to oj being knocked out cold, paper held her hand while walking around the place

"Ugh, wish the signal worked"

After they made it to the bathroom where paper wanted to be

"Are you sure you can do it yourself? I can maybe have pickle to help you"

Paper nodded no and went in using his sense of touch, he made his way to the sink grabbed what felt like a pencil and began to write on himself

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