The Walking Dead Fan Fiction

Jam

---Chapter 3

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"What the hell ben!?" I half shouted, chucking a pillow at him.

It got very quiet and I heard him laughing. He moved around and counties doing what every he was doing before.

I sat straight up and looked behind my back at him. He was casually lounging, and reading a comic book.

"Where did you get that?" I asks confused. He looked at me slowly and then looked back at the book and kept reading it.

I kicked his leg.

"I got it from seth!" He said angry rubbing his leg.

I completely forgot about the camp. Oh I murmured and quickly got dressed, but not in my gear.

I exited the tent as l slung my sword over my shoulder. I looked around the camp. Arab was cleaning his gun and Seth was playing with toy cars on the wooden table. I say down in the lawn chair by the ashy fire.

"Good mornin buddy ol' pal!" I heard a happy Thomas shout from his tent. I looked at him and he grinned wildly.

"Sup." i simply said. His expression got blank as he stared into the distance. He soon snapped out of it.

"So I was thinkin, I wanted to take you out in a run to town. See if you any good!" He looked down and clipped his gun belt on.

I stood up. "Yea, that sound alright." I jogged to my tent.

Ben looked at me.

"What now?" He said tiredly as if I have been bothering him all morning.

"Give me my gear bag. And yours." I said holding my hand out.

"Mine?" He said. I nodded and he scrunched his eyebrows and finally handed the stuff to me.

I set the bags on the table and pulled out a few simple things.

"Hey, uh Thomas?" I said. He turned around.

"Yea bud?" He asked, always happy.

I tossed him some of bens gear. "You can use some, just don't tell my brother." I winked and e chuckled.

"Are you sure bud? I wouldn't want to ruin it.." He trailed off looking at it.

"Nah its fine. Plus that's just the simple light stuff, placed where the infected bite you at." I said nonchalantly.

I put on all of my light gear, and stuck a pistol in the gun holster on the chest gear.

"Arab, you coming?" I asked him. He grunted and walked back to his trailer.

"Mmmkay.." I said turning to Thomas.

"It's not you bud, he gets like that a lot." He checked his guns and stuffed ammo in his pockets, and then grabbed a machete.

"Good to go?" He asked.

"One thing!" I suddenly

remembered.

I jogged to the tent,

"Wǒ ài nǐ de xiǎo xiōngdì." I said is Chinese to my brother.

He looked confused.

My dad was able to teach me Chinese, French, and spanish, but sadly my brother is still learning.

My dad loved new places and different cultures. That is why he taught us so many different traditions, and way to be intelligent. He loved to travel. Last time I had seen him is when he left to Spain, with my mother.

"It means, I love you little brother?" He said hopefully.

"Correct!" I high fived him.

"Now translate to.. French." I said.

"Je vous aime...petit frère." He said smiling.

"Haha I'm not your little brother! I have to go." I turned around running to Thomas.

"Leggo!" I said laughing and we jogged to the highway.

"So were you speaking another language to Ben?" He asked striking up conversation, after jogging at a steady pace down the highway for 20minuets.

"Yup. My father always taught us useful things like that. He said it'd come in handy one day... I sure hope he's right." I smiled thinking about him. He was my number one best friend, and role model.

"Oh wow! That's cool, what do you speak?"

"Chinese, French, and Spanish." I said proud of myself.

"Those are like the main ones. Neat." He said clearly impressed.

"Nǐ de nǚ'ér hěn piàoliang." I said after a moment of silence.

"And what does that mean?" He asked.

I smiled.

"Oh nothing important." I grinned like a fool the stopped suddenly when I heard a loud crash ahead. I rolled to the ground in a swift movement, ducking behind a car.

Thomas look shocked and layed flat down crawling to me.

"How did you do that?" He whispered.

I shushed him and unsheathed my sword. I looked over the hood and saw a huge traffic jam. But that's not the scary thing. Dozens of infected were heading our direction. They didn't notice us, yet.

"We've got a problem tom." I said. He looked fast and then Ducked again whimpering.

"There gotta be... 24 at the least." I looked back at him. He took off his cap and itched his head.

I looked around. If we moved backwards they would see us and follow. If we move to the sides they would surely see us. I looked in the car. It was dusty, but nothing laid inside. I tried the handle and it opened silently. I ushered tom in and then quietly shut the door. I then tried the back door but it was jammed.

I grunted and turned back around and came far to face with a infected.