Chapter 9: R.I.P. Part 1 (Jane and Clydes point of view)

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I wake up. Everyone else is awake with weapons at hand. I stand up and stretch then grab my assault rifle and sling it over my back. I grab a granola bar and quickly eat it then check to male sure my assault rifle and fast action handgun are loaded.

"Were going to clean and loot these places out split up into groups of two. Clyde your with me."

The teams are Joshua and Alyssa, August and Amy, and Sylvia.

"Sylvia why dont you-"

"I can do it alone." She interrupts me.

"Ok."

Clyde and I go to the next house over. He takes an arrow out of his quiver and rests it on the bowstring while I open the door. A biter stumbles out and he shoots it. The arrow make a clean shot through its right eye. I push it out of the way and walk through the door. Clyde follows behind. I hold my silenced pistol in front of me. A biter comes out of a corner in the living room. I aim my pistol at it and shoot.

"We should look for weapons." I tell Clyde.

"Ok, Jane." He pulls his hood over his face. I get a glance and blush.

I slip the handgun into its holster and slide my knife out. I hold it with the blade facing down. I walk upstairs and start checking closets. Once we get to the master bedroom it actually gets interesting. I open the closet.

"Whoever lived here was a hunter." I say as I pull a Camoflauge hunting rifle out of the closet and put it on my back with the assault rifle. Clyde checks the closet again.

"Check this out." He says as he pulls a Crossbow out of the closet.

"Nice. It's suits you better than the regular bow." I tell him.

"Oh does it?" He says in a hot voice.

"Um... Yeah it does..." I say blushing nervously.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!!!!!!" A familiar voice screams.

Clyde and I run toward the noise.

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