Dogs Of War (MiniCat)

~Chapter 6~

Craig's pov

"Craig. Craig wake the fuck up dude." Tyler nudged me. Moaning and groaning, I opened my eyes. "Are we there yet?" I asked. "We are in Canada, but we need to go east till we get to Toronto, Canada." Tyler replied. "And where's Brock?" I asked looking around in the car and not seeing him. "We found a small gas station and figured we should collect gas. He's looking inside the station and I figured you can drive this time." Tyler said with a hint of a smirk. Nodding, I got out and went into the station to help Brock. If he needed it anyway. 

"Most of this place is ransacked. I only found a few things and some water bottles." Brock said shoving some water bottles in his bag. "You ready then. Because this place seems empty." I said gazing about. "Yeah, I think Tyler should be done gathering all the gas." He said as he started to walk out. 

The both of us made our way to the car where Tyler was filling up the car with gas. In the distance I saw people. "Um. Guys, people." I said pointing. They were coming closer. "Craig. Those aren't people." Brock stated as they came closer. "Tyler..." I said looked at him putting the gas canister in the back. "Get in the car now." He said as we all practically jumped in. The keys were already in the ignition but the car wouldn't start no matter how many times I tried starting it. 

"Okay... Let's all just duck down real low. Use our jackets and sweatshirts to cover us. Remain quiet. And don't move a fucking mussel." I said. So we sat there. Like live bait on a fishing hook. Like Brock said, it wasn't people. It was a huge horde of zombies. Thankfully they walked by the car. "We need to get out of here." Tyler whispered. "Agreed." Brock added. Quickly nodding, I turned the key again. And again. And again. "Craig... They're coming back!" Brock yelled. I started turning the keys again. 

"Craig!!" Tyler yelled. I quickly turned the keys again and the car vroomed back to life. "FINALLY FUCKING LEE! NOW LET'S GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" I yelled and slammed my foot on the gas pedal. As I drove away, the zombies quickly disappeared in the rearview mirror till it was just the road, trees and grass. "Thank. God." Brock sighed. 

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I was driving for what seemed to be forever, only ending up to be an hour. The car broke down when we found another gas station. 

"So.. The foot moblie?" I asked. "Yeah, or at least till we're able to find another good car." He said. Nodding, I grabbed some of our bags. Brock grabbed a few while Tyler grabbed the rest. We threw our guns over us and had our pistols next to us. We were basically loaded with shit. Which wasn't bad. Only that if there is other survivors, we could be their next targets. 

"Guys..." Tyler whispered aiming his rifle at the forest. "Tyler. It's a bunch of fucking trees." I replied. "No you fucking idiot, I saw someone." He replied. "Tyler there is literally no one here." Brock said agreeing with me. "Bullshit! I know what I fucking saw." Tyler said moving closer to the forest. "Tyler please can you--" I was caught off guard by a whole group of people coming out from the forest and circling us. "I FUCKING TOLD BOTH YOUR DUMBASSES! YOU FUCK TARDS!!" Tyler yelled. 

"Now I'm going to make this clear to you folks. You simply come with us and we won't hurt you. I see that all of you were in the military because I see all your dog tags. Your friend, Tyler, was right, he did see us. But we wish not to hurt you but for you to join us." The guy with an eye patch and a big coat said. I turned my head trying to read him but I couldn't. His voice sounded rough though. 

I looked to Tyler, then to Brock. Brock nodded yes but Tyler gave me a glance that said 'If you want to get butt fucked'. "Surreee......" I mumbled not knowing what the hell I'm doing. "Good. Good. Let me call up a car to get you three back to base." Patchy said taking out a walkie-talkie. 

Within the next five minutes a few cars came. 

The drive seemed only like a thirty minute one.

I dreaded that car ride. One reason only and that reason is Tyler kept giving me an evil glance. I knew why, he didn't want a big group. 

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When we arrived at base, Tyler started to walk off. "Tyler..." I said trying to catch up. "Fuck off." He said. "Goddamn it Tyler! I know! But what the fuck was I supposed to do? Decline their offer and have them murder us?! You know what would have happened if I said no." I said to him. He went silent for a moment and continued to leave. I let my head drop in failure. Failure to talk to my group. Failure to be there for my group. Failure for letting people down. 

"He'll come around." Brock said patting my back. "Yeah." I replied to quickly end the conversation. 

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To think that I had a chance with him.