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Chapter Two - The Truck, the Female and the Unconsious Male

Several Months later...

"Bambi, for god's sakes, slow down" Abraham yelled as Fawn pranced ahead of the group. Only stopping to investigate a rather large truck that seemed to be left over from tyhe military. Being curious was a main aspect of Fawn's personality, so no amount of yelling from Abraham and Rosita could stop her from entering the truck and turning the keys. A grinding of gears caught Abraham's attention as it signal that the truck only needed feul to work, this giving him a hope that a quicker and easier way to reach Washington DC was available. This would mean that he would be less likely to lose people, especially Eugene, as he refused to tell anyone the cure. Abraham's train of thought was interupted by the roar of an engine an a sqeaul of delight. Fawn had managed to start the truck, a small cheer was then heard from Eugene as he wasn't a huge fan of constantly walking. Day in, day out.

In a matter of minutes, Abraham and Rosita had loaded all of the bags into the bed of the truck and helped Fawn up, as she was struggling with the height because of her small figure. Eugene and Rosita entered the cabin of the truck, waiting for Abraham to give the truck another once over, so that they weren't caught unaware by any nasty surprises. Such as a flats tire or a gas leak. Satisfied that everything was okay, he sat in the driver's seat, started to engine, then continued towards Washington DC.

Fawn stood, holding onto the top of the cabin for support. Feeling the wind in her hair, momentarily forgetting about the end of the world and all the walkers that were wondering around waiting to eat someone for their next meal. When the euphoria of the breeze wore of exhaustion set in. Curling up in a ball, Fawn quietly dozed of to the steady vibrations of the truck's engine.

Half and hour later, Rosita's and Abraham's suspicions flared with protective instincts as they could no longer hear Fawn, or Bambi as Abraham had christened her because of her name and her uncanny resembles to the cartoonm deer; light brown hair, large brown eyes, and the ability to fall over her own two feet. They panicked, automatically assuming the worst, that she had somehow fallen out if the truck. Their yelling and panicked state suprised Eugene, causing him to painfully whack his head in the glass division between the cabin and the bed if the truck. All of the commotion caused Fawn to stir from her slumber, emitting soft groans. The small noises caught the attention of the three people in the cabin, all of them turning round at the same time. Shaking their heads at their own stupidity the trio turn back to face the road, only to be called back by Fawn, who was pointing out two people who looked like they needed help. Looking at Fawn's face abolished any thoughts of refusing to help to the couple, so Abraham stepped on the gas, to pull over to the waving female and unconscious male. Pulling alongside them Abraham leaned out the window.

"So, what the hell can I do for you?"