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Burning

The world was bleak when we stepped out. Like something out of an old zombie movie. Except a little less post chaotic. And no rotting corpses. The ten o'clock sunlight was blinding as we walked in the morning chill, guns pulled.

We make our way to my precious baby and pile in, me in the driver seat of course.

"Let's check out an auto dealer, Drako can hotwire any vehicle in under 2 seconds," Anna pipes up and Drako smirks.

"Good idea," Dawn nods, signalling for me to go.

Revving my engine, I tear out of the parking lot and head for the dealership. We pass bloody window after bloody window as we drive through town. The atmosphere in my small vehicle is grim.

Finally I pull into the dealership parking lot and our eyes begin to scan for a car.

"What about that one!" Peter points excitedly at the ruby red corvette.

"We're looking for practical," Dawn smacks him upside the head. Drako peers out the passenger side window, his eyes on a black dodge truck, shimmering in the morning sun.

"This one seems sufficient," Drako eyes the black beauty.

"Yes! Can we, can we, can we?" Peter bounces in his seat.

"Fair enough," Dawn sighs. I pull up beside it and Drako climbs out, Dawn following leaving the door open. Dawn stands guard as Drako slips into the truck.

Within seconds it roars to life kicking out black exhaust and purring contentedly.

"Oo!" Peter climbs over Anna to get out. Peter runs and hops into the truck excitedly and Dawn follows suit, looking a little more collected. Anna crawls into the front seat and closes the door. A second passes before Drako is peeling off into the street. Kicking it into gear, my car pushes to keep up. We follow as Drako turns into a Walmart parking lot.

We pull up to the doors, parking, and shut off our cars. Dawn climbs down from the truck coming to meet us halfway.

"We're getting whatever we may need. Drako is going to go in and cut security, this way we don't have to worry about alarms. We'll need heavy duty, proper fitting clothes, storable foods, weapons of any kind, hunting gear, ammo, whatever," She lays out the game plan and we nod.

"Let's go," She turns on her heel and heads inside.

Peter and I head toward the food as Dawn makes a beeline for the hunting section and Anna for the clothing.

Peter pulls up with a cart and starts pilling food in.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Getting food," he shrugs.

"We won't be able to carry all that though," I stare at him as he continues to grocery shop like it's an average day.

"That's what the cart is for," he smiles at me before placing a box of pasta in the cart. "We can put it in the back of the truck and I can stand back there and make sure it all stays. I'll look so bad ass!"

I shake my head at my deranged friend as I begin to help him fill the cart.

"Chris?" Anna's voice calls over the walkie.

"Yeah?" I reply.

"What sizes do you wear?" I smile to myself at her soft voice as I reply my pant and shirt size.

"What about Peter?" She asks.

"He's the same," I chuckle.

"Dawn, what about you and Drako?" Anna's voice comes over the walkie again. Dawn replies and Peter and I zone out, tending to our groceries.