The Walking Dead: Blood

Chapter 28: The Cost of Living

Chapter 28: The Cost of Living

Kenny and I sprinted through the streets. We both had fully loaded shotguns at the ready. Kenny's pack was empty, since we had yet to raid what little remained of my parents' drug store. A month had passed since the St. John ordeal. We crouched behind a wall. I made a gesture telling my friend to go forward. We came out from behind the wall. Then I saw my parents' drug store.

The only letter that remained on the sign where it used to say "DRUG" was the "D." A military helicopter had crashed into the top of the building and was totaled. No one was getting out of that building alive. But hopefully, we were.

"Looks like this is our lucky day." Kenny spoke, stroking his mustache.

I agreed with him, attempting I patch our friendship. "Yeah, this might actually go smoothly."

"We deserve it after last time." Kenny looked up to the crashed helicopter, shook his head and looked away.

We approached a building that read "Tim's Tools." The windows were broken out, and I took a peek inside. There was nothing inside but empty shelves and a couple of walkers. I decided they weren't worth the noise and we moved on.

Kenny clutched his side in pain. "...man." He looked at me. "You made up your mind yet?"

"About what?" I asked, confused.

"When it comes to the 'gettin the hell outta Macon,' I bet you're in the 'let's stay put' camp, considering I've been pushing everyone to leave."

There was one place I actually agreed with Kenny, and I tried to let him know that. "We should go. The motel's run its course, and it's not safe."

Kenny accepted my answer. "Well if that's what you think, you should probably f***in' speak up. Lilly's dug in."

We approached the exterior of the drug store. There was an army jeep there, which was pretty much the only workable car left in the town. There was the trailer of a rig stuck in between this side of the street and the other. The main entrance to the store had been blocked off with rubble. There was, however, a hole beside the rig we could get through."Okay, just like last time." He said. "Over the rig, into the pharmacy and scrape together whatever supplies are left."

"We didn't leave much in there." I told him.

"We're outta options." He stated. "Somethin's better than nothin'." Kenny grabbed hold of the rusty ladder on the side of the trailer. As he reached the top of the rig, the rung on the top of the ladder broke, and it hung on its side. "Sh**." He muttered.

"You okay?"

Kenny bent down to observe. "The ladder's come loose. I'm not sure how many more trips she's got in her."

"I'm not sure how many more trips we've got in us." I sighed.

"No kiddin'." He agreed.

I walked over to the ladder. Maybe I could still get up, even with it broken. But, as soon as I put my hands on the bottom rung, it collapsed and fell to the ground. "Looks like she's had it." I said.

"What now?" Kenny asked.

"I'll find another way up."

"Better get a move-on."

I walked over to a wrecked blue car that happened to be right under the trailer. I climbed up onto it. "Kenny, c'mon." He walked over to where I was and reached down to try to grab my hand. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't reach him.

"Da**it. I can't reach. Sorry, pal." He called me pal. I could feel the friendship mending.

"Alright, stay put." I told him.