I stepped down the long cracked road, I checked my S&W.45 Revolver for its ammunition out of boredom again. "Hey, unless you have magician bullets, you can stop checking to see if there there." Called out a voice behind me.
I looked back, "Listen, we have been walking down this highway for about a week now, I think we all have a turned a little more or less antsy."
"Whatever" The kid jogged up ahead to the front of the crowd. How long has it been anyway? I reached down in one of my vest pockets and pulled out a small black notebook. 24 days since the death spike of the plague. That means around 6-Billion dead in 3 weeks. I put the notebook back into my pocket and started to pick up my pace as I have fallen behind the group.
"Hey! Look a storage building, there might be food in there!" Looking where the small child was pointing I saw a huge brick storage building probably made for general stores around 2 minutes away. But I also saw something else, when I squinted my eyes. I saw at least five people walking out of the building carrying boxes.
"Hey! There taking our loot, Get them!" A middle school looking kid screamed while drawing his knife and starting to run. Idiots. I though while trying to catch up so I can maybe stop at least a little bit of the violence.
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Little Kids, Little Chance.
AdventureA huge plague has taken over the world. Killing anybody over the age of 15. The world has turned into either Hell, Heaven, or a graveyard. These are their story's.
