The Last Survivors

scavenging

Cry still held onto Felix's pocket knife which he forgot to return. Cry twirled it in his hands as he walked in hospital which had no capacity of hiding out in at all.

He searched for any medical supplies that would be nesscary.

Mark tried to find a gun shop or anything in that range. He thought weapons would be a need since there was horrifying who knows what roaming around.

Something caught Mark's eye. As he kept walking there were riffles, shotguns, and other sorts of weapons lying around. There were bullets scattered. Chica by his side, investigated the scene.

Mark stood in front of the building he was looking for.

Jack had no idea what to look for. As he kept exploring, there was nothing but fallen buildings.

His stomach began to growl. Food came to mind. They wouldn't survive without having the proper energy.

But it's nearly impossible to find fresh edible food anywhere. He didn't have a weapon to kill animal's at least the one's not mutated. Not everything was radioactive only a small amount of chemical waste filled the once lively land.

He came upon shop's. Surely there would be at least snacks in one of them.

There was a small cafe that was nearly still standing. He pulled the handle. It wouldn't budge. He found a metal rod far off and slammed it into the glass doors shattering them. Jack held onto the rod.

A huge piece of ceiling crushed the middle of the foor. Behind it was the glass containing food's. Jack rubbed his hand on the glass cleaning of the specks of dirt and dust to see sorts of pastries still fresh.

Jack grinned and dropped the rod. He found bags and took every treat along with the drinks and snacks.

Felix had no knowledge of L.A. As he ventured off, he only became more lost. "Where the fuck am I"? He whispered to himself.

"Felix"?!

Mark found Felix looking around comfused. And decided to help.

"Mark! Thank god! I don't know where i'm going. I think it was a bad idea to split up this place is huge"! Felix panicked. Cry and Jack were still missing.

"Alright. But I snagged a few weapons. And sorry". Mark tossed a riffle to Felix. He had a couple other weapons.

"I forgot you never been here. I was so stupid not to take i'm just trying to hurry".

"It's fine Mark".

"I took what I could carry. But we should find shelter to store more".

"That looks like a school. It looks stable". Felix pointed to a three story building that was long and wide. and a hard rusty colored doorway. Only small chunks torn off the foundation.

"Ok, that's actually perfect for now. Felix, can you retrieve more weapons? I'll start looking for Jack and Cry. I'll show you where it is and how to get back here".

Cry had found painkillers, bandages, gauzes, rubbing acohol, and a kit. Since he was here, he thought about the lunchroom.

There were dead bodies everywhere. Cry scrunched his nose up to an awful smell of rotting corpses.

There was a vending machine full of snacks. And another with drinks. But an enormous block of ceiling blocked the snacks.

Cry set the supplies down thought outside the box. Every minute he stood there the glass begun to crack.

He found a cane thrown to side and tried to climb on top of the vending machine. With each struggle, the chunk of concrete moved more into the glass.

He bended down, and with all his strength, he stabbed the cane in. He pulled it back only reavaling a small hole. He kept doing this for minutes until he could finally stick his hand in a grab a few snacks. He was able to grab two bags of pretzels, five pack of skittles, three bags of chips, and six protein bars. He lept off as the block crushed the vending machine.

The cane snapped. The one with the drinks wouldn't be a challenge. It was standing without any blockage.

Faint squeaking of shoes echoed. Cry felt his body tense up. The footsteps neared and saw Jack enter. He sighed and lifted his mask up and greeted him.

"Found snacks too"?

"Yeah. I almost was crushed getting them. But now I have to break open the one with the drinks. I see you got lot's of bags there".

"Cafe. But we need as much food and drinks we can get. So let's use something to break this fucker open".

"Alright. I used a cane to open the top of the one with snacks so look for something that can do the same".

"I left a rod back at the cafe that would been perfect! There's a walker over there". Jack sighed and set his finding down by Cry's and brought it over.

"The legs will do". Cry took apart the walker and handed Jack a leg.

"Try and break the glass first".

Jack nodded. With much force, he slammed the left in cracking the glass. Cry helped and together the glass came falling down.

Cry and Jack smiled and gathered up their findings in bookbags that were lying around.

"Where the hell did they go"? Mark had been looking for Cry and Jack for twenty minutes and still nothing. Chica grew tired and sat down.

He soon heard faint laughter. Cry was pushing Jack on a rolling bed.

"It's getting a bit shakey"! Jack held the sides tightly.

"I'm gonna try and get on"! With that, Cry hopped on and was now sitting behind Jack.

"We're gonna hit a bush"! Jack braced for impact by holding onto Cry's arm.

The two were flipped and fell into the srucb.

"Geezus! That was awesome"! Jack grabbed two out of the three bookbags and helped Cry up.

"That was pretty fast". Cry pulled leaves out of his hair laughing.

"Where were you two"?! Mark ran over.

"Hello... to you too Mark". Jack panted.

"Jack found me at a hospital and yeah". Cry explained.

"You two are full of cuts"! Mark's eye's widen.

"Cry found medical stuff we'll patch it up".

"You gotta be more careful"! Mark was enraged yet concerned. He wanted everyone safe.

"Mark calm down. We got a bunch of stuff". Jack smiled.

"You could of landed somewhere you didn't want to be! You could had broken something"! Mark begun to turn to a light shade of red.

"Mark".

"What"?

"...".

Mark snorted and Jack begun to laugh along with him.