The Right Thing To Do (Markiplier's Priority Sequel)

13

We came across a warehouse, miles out in the snowy desert. The cars we took were tired out and almost dead of any fuel that had been disputed from the two gas stops we made. The wind felt like it was slicing my skin as it whipped around me, carrying the snowy particles along with it to make a glittery blizzard against the low cut sun. A snow storm, but only it wasn't snowing. When I stepped out to check out the building my feet had sunk deeply into the snow immediately, leaving me to tiredly run with my knees kicking up all the way to the door. Once there, Mark, Wade and I had to push the frozen door open, cracking off the hard layer of ice that had coated it perfectly. It took a couple forceful shoves and kicks before the ice cracked affectively, and the door slid open. By then my hand were aching from the freezing air and my skin had been long numb. I hurried my way inside to then find out it wasn't any warmer inside. It was cold, but it wasn't freezing like the raging winter outside the building. I kicked all the remaining snow off me as observed the massive building with complete shock. Half of it had continued underground almost like a progressive tunnel. It's bitterly cold inside, but I had a great feeling it'd be a great start to something great.

"I think this is good."

"Wait," Mia hushed me as she held a radio to her ear, something Jack had found in one of the cars that wasn't ours.

"Four... D-..ed... Ma- ... D-... Raid..."

The service kept cutting out of the radio. It was a line that belonged to the reserve, the entire place had been put under attack and thankfully we fled before it worsened. When I listened to the radio, everything seemed chaotic and had only gotten worse the longer it's lasting, which it still is.

"We have one problem." Mark called out to us after we agreed to stay here.

"What is it?" Jack questioned him.

"We didn't exactly pack supplies."

Everyone suddenly processed how big of a problem this could be. I guess this is old school, this will have to be real survival for now.

"Just park the cars inside, we can figure something out once we're really inside." I told Mark.

"But wait what's the closest city?" Mark questioned me.

"It was half an hour back." I replied to him.

"We're in the middle of a field between forests, you really think we have time to raid cities for food?" Mia sarcastically responded to Mark, almost a little too harshly.

"I can hunt." I told them. They all proceeded to nod their head very slowly as if they were processing the idea.

"Jack, just come with me. We will be back soon, just set up, and if you can chop wood or make a fire... Somehow."

"No promises... Knowing its winter the wood will be wet." Mia responded with a doubtful sigh.

"Just try your best! I know you can do it." I tried to motivation her. I grabbed a rifle from Jack, who was standing by the door. He seemed confused and scared, but I took his hand in mine.

"Let's go."

I carried him with me against the cold piercing wind as we walked a few hundred meters into the forest. It was painful, and felt like hours before we reached the bunched up trees, but we made it to the winter land forest. The pine had given us cover and almost no wind had been in our way by the time we penetrated the grouping of trees. Upon entering, Jack walked heavily on the solid layered snow, crafting loud noises that surely woke the forest up. I violently looked back and shushed him with a finger over my lips in silence. Only then he realized that I wasn't joking around when it came to hunting for food. I motioned him to follow softly behind me, and to be wary of his steps: silence was the key of hunting well. Food, was a gain, and their fur was their gift. I made sure to enter a couple hundred feet before finally getting comfy. The wild life wasn't shy here, it was perfect. Just behind us I saw that Samaya had followed behind and she was just as stealthy as us, if not, more. I waited, with Jack by my side. I knew getting comfy was necessary even when I already saw movement in the short distance. Jack had gathered close to me, and we cuddled for warmth, which I couldn't complain about. His arms were locked tightly around my waist from behind while I stood with the gun watching closely at what was moving, to make sure it want something I didn't want to shoot.