chapter 5

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After telling Blaise that him and Sky could stay, he left to go get her. He said it would take about an hour. So when we left, we headed up the the 3rd floor to set their rooms up. We had Conrad, who was jumping in joy, get two extra mattresses and bring them to us. "He's just so adorable. Finally another guy will be here! And a cute one too! Do you think his sister is cute?" He huffs in one breath. "Woah there, hotshot. Slow down. Breathe, dude. You'll pass out." I tell him. He nods and heads to the weapons room to see if we have something for them to use. Jessica was out by the front, waiting for Blaise to come back so she could show them the way up here. We have most of the stairwells blocked off. Me, Beth, Harley, and Taylor were setting up there rooms and making sure we had enough food to last the next week or so. "With the two of them, we'll need extra. We need to bring up how much supplies you guys come back with, since we're supporting two more people now." Taylor tells us. The three of us nod. "Want us to head out now?" I ask her. "Its only around noon. We can make it back in time." I continue. Beth and Harley nid in agreement. Taylor nods her head. "If you guys feel up to it then yes. Please." She says. "We're always up for killing some zombies." Beth states, smirking. "Alright. Beth, Harley. We're heading out in half an hour." I say and head towards my room.

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After changing into some black skinny jeans, a black t-shirt, and my black snap back, I head towards the other side of my room, where my babies are. My machetes. I take the customized belt, specifically meant for holding these, and strap it on. I pull my machetes down and slide them into there pockets. I stuff my gun into the back of my pants and throw on my leather jacket. I look at my families belongings and sigh. I pick up zachs pillow pet of my bed and my eyes water. He was so young. I hear a knocking on my door and I drop the pillow. "Yeah?" I call out. A muffled voice replies, "we're ready when you are." It must be Harley. I look at my families belongings one last time and walk out the door.

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"Where are we gonna search?" Harley asks as we get in the car. Her and beth are both wearing all black, like me. Beth has her two knives tucked into their holsters. One on her right hip and one on her left. Knowing her, she has 10 more hidden somewhere on her. Harleys got her crossbow thrown over her shoulder. I look at both of them. "We'll have to head towards Roswell. Its about a two hour drive but, they have plenty of shops." I tell them. "That okay?" I ask. They nod there head and Beth yells "ROAD TRIP BABY!" Oh god.

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After sitting in a car for two hours with beth and Harley yelling the lyrics of random songs, I spotted a wal-mart. "Over there." I point. They stop singing and look at the old Walmart. "Do you think its empty?" Harley wonders out loud. I shrug. "I guess we'll find out." We pull into the front and hop out. I open the trunk and toss them each a back pack and slide one onto my shoulders. I pull out my gun and head towards the door, Harley and Beth following. The doors glide open and the silence is eerie. "Alright, weapons ready, keep your guard up. We'll split up, cober ground quicker. Okay? I ask. They nod their heads. "Harley, you look for medicine, anything, you never know when you'll need it. Beth, you look for food. Make sure its not expired, and get as much as you can. If your bags get full, head to the car and dump it into the trunk of the car and come back for more. Ill look around for anything else. Scream if you need help." They nod. "Got it." They chorus. They turn and head towards different directions. I sigh and begin exploring. I'm look for anything I think we might need. And books. I need books. I head towards a random isle. I grab flashlights, batteries, and lamps. Next isle. This isle is completely trashed. Most of the isles were trashed and half empty but this isle was bare. I head to the next one. Music cds and movies. I grab a few and head towards the next isle. I turn and see a figure standing in the middle of the isle. Their clothes are torn and covered in blood and grime. Its skin has the same dead complexion as the infected. Fuck, its an infected. I crouch and slowly approach it from behind. I slowly ease my machete out of its harness and bring my arm out. I push and it slices through its back and comes out through its chest. I pull my machete out and it slumps to the ground. I grin in victory but, before I can congratulate myself, I feel something hit my head and my vision becomes dark as i fall to the ground.

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