It's now been two weeks. The group is only a few hours away from Essex, but there are no gas stations around and they are low on gas. Everyone was feeling better; the hangovers have passed.
When they were about an hour away from Essex, the car ran out of gas.
"God d*mnit." Duncan swore as he pulled over to the side of the road.
"What's up?" Tom asked.
"We're out of gas." Duncan stated. He got out of the car once it was in park.
"What's going on? Why'd we stop?" Lucas asked as he got out of the back of the truck.
"We're out of gas." Lewis said.
"What? How are we supposed to get to Essex? It must be miles away, and I know we're not going to make it on foot." Lyndi said.
"Well, as far as I know, there hasn't been any gas stations for miles. So, unless someone wants to walk the billions of miles to a gas station, we're not going anywhere." Duncan said.
"D*mn." Lucas swore.
"What are we going to do?" Paul asked.
Just as he asked this, a green truck was spotted in the distance. It was driving towards them.
"Is that a truck?" Hannah asked.
"I think so." Anya said.
The green truck drove up to them, and stopped. The driver's window rolled down.
"You all survivers?" A man with brown hair and freckles asked. He looked to be in his twenty's.
"No, we're just very sophisticated zombies." Lyndi said with sarcasm. The man smirked.
"What's wrong with your truck?" He asked.
"It's out of gas." Duncan replied.
"I see. Well, we've got group down in Essex if you want to come. Plenty of food and space there." The man said. "By the way, my name's Brian."
"Pleasure. Do you have any gas to spare?" Lewis asked.
"No, sorry. But you can hitch a ride with me." Brian paused. "Unless you weren't heading to Essex."
"No, we were heading there." Hannah said. "We just had bad experience with strangers."
Brian nodded. "Yeah. There's been trouble. But you know what they say, 'People will up and go mad when they believe their life is over.'........ Do you want a ride?"
The group looked at eachother. They nodded.
"Sure, we'll have a ride." Paul said.
Brian nodded. The group gathered what little they had of supplies. Brian seemed okay with everyone, until he saw Simon.
"Whoa, what's wrong with him?" He asked.
"Well, uh, he's been........ bitten." Lewis said, whispering the last part. Brian was immediately alarmed.
"Bitten?! I can't take an infected person into camp! They'd kill me!" Brian said.
"He'll be okay. He's lived for a few days." Lewis countered. The group didn't want to believe that their friend will die.
"Are you kidding?! Those who are bitten die, then turn into one of them. It's fact, and no one's ever beaten the virus!" Brian argued. They made sure to keep their argument quiet, so Simon or someone wouldn't hear.
"We're keeping him alive, and won't let any harm come to him while we're alive! So either take us all, or leave us!" Lewis said back.
Brian seemed to comprehend this. Then he sighed, defeated, and nodded. "Yeah. I understand." Then he muttered something Lewis couldn't hear. Before he could ask what, Brian walked away.
