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Chapter 15 - Part One (Who Took The Guns?)

The Guns are missing, the fucking guns...

"What about the other guns we buried far from here?" I paced back and forth.

"They are gone too," Nathan spoke.

"The guards?" I asked.

"They were drugged. One Williams was killed by the thief. The culprit seemed to have taken the key to the warehouse along." Alex explained.

"How long do we have before the pack of zombies get here?"

"About 48 hours from now," replied Nathan.

"That will give us enough time for a search party to find the guns."

"I say we inform the people and run away," Benjamin suggested.

"No, we won't run away." I argued.

"So you're saying we do nothing? Let's be realistic here. What if we don't find the guns?"

"We haven't tried looking yet."

"Benjamin is a little right on the part that we should inform the camp," said Alex.

"If we tell them, we would spark fear in them. They may get to find out about the prisoners. Soon the camp would be divided. I'm sure you don't want that, do you?" I buttressed my point.

"Those things are coming for us. We got to start looking right away." Nathan reminded.

We took along with us a few people we trusted and we searched the entire camp, tent by tent but we found nothing.

"This is futile," said Benjamin with a grin.

"We haven't checked the prisoners yet," I told them.

"Do we have to?" Benjamin objected.

"Yes we do."

"I think I understand what is going on here. It's pride. You don't want the people to know that the guy that is in charge, is not really taking charge. You are failure, John. Just like you failed your mum."

Before he knew it my fist landed on his face without any regret.

"Shut the fuck up!" I yelled.

The group held us tight, away from each other.

"I'm fine." He spat blood then he held his jaw.

"We gonna look at the prisoners' area of the camp. Does anyone have a problem with that?" I asked. There was no response, only murmur.

When everyone left for their respective duties, Alex came to me.

"We need to talk," she said.

"It's about Benjamin right?"

She nodded.

"He drives me crazy. Always want to get on my nerves. I take it that he is obsessed about who calls the shots."

"You didn't have to fight him," Alex responded.

"He's your boyfriend. Talk to him."

I behaved like I didn't feel anything for Alex anymore, but I still did. I just wasn't going to let it show. Not anymore.

"Right now, I need some air."

I walked out on her trying not to show anymore feelings.

The prisoners were throwing a party, we went in uninvited.

I broke one of their glasses just to draw their attention.

"We are looking for our guns," I went straight to the point.

"Welcome guys. I'm glad you are here." Austin smiled.

"We won't be staying long. Give us the guns and we'll be on our way." Nathan urged.

"What guns?" a man on black with a scarf asked, a little perplexed. He was Roberto, their assumed leader.

"Why don't you join us," Austin offered.

"We're not interested," I spoke out loud.

I turned to my left only to see Nathan already munching on a chicken. I gave him a disappointing look.

"What's the use of talking on a hungry stomach?"

"We would like to search the entire place," I told them.

"We have nothing to hide," Roberto said, taking a full glass of wine as he spoke.

Rose, one of those who led a search group began the search. We turned the whole place inside out, thoroughly checking the tents but there were no signs of the guns.

"What you are looking for isn't here. We don't have it, I swear," Gwen said to Nathan sincerely.

"I believe you," he replied cuddling her hair slightly. He was starting to get really fond of her.

Once again, we were unsuccessful. The clock was ticking, the zombies were coming and this time, we had no answer. Not yet at least.

"Who took the guns?" I muttered to myself. Now I was beginning to sound like a broken record.

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