Surviving The End: Escaping Volto

Tell Me I'm Not Dreaming.

Sang's POV:

After using my bobby pin to pick the lock on the front door of the house, North and I quickly cleared it. Lucky for us it was abandoned and there were no undead inside, and for the bonus there was plenty of supplies.

Clean clothes, bottles of water, canned foods, cookies, and seeing as we were on base we came across a few MREs. I had just finished changing into a fresh set of clothes when North told me he was going to do the same and took off up the stairs. 

While I waited for North to change, I quickly packed whatever supplies I could into a black backpack I'd found upstairs, We wouldn't be able to take everything but we'd take as much as we could starting with the basic necessities.

How the hell are we gonna get out of this place? We could hotwire a car I guess...but, I didn't see any nearby. We might have to walk again. I groaned at the thought of walking again. I really didn't want to do that, but if we must. I sighed. I really missed the guys.

All of them.

I really hoped we'd be able to see them again soon. I was dying for a Silas hug, and I'd kill just to have my Meanie scrub my hair clean. I missed Raven's constant flirting, quiet time with Brandon. Sweet, sweet Corey and Kota, my always the perfect gentleman Victor Mischevious Luke and serious Nathan. Marc's silliness and Kota's kind green eyes.  I even missed Owen and Axel's authority... and my cheerful, good Doctor.

I wanted Sean to check Norths injuries badly as well, because let's be real here...I'm not a doctor, and I really didn't know if anything I did truly helped North's ribs heal.

I was looking through the drawers in the kitchen- my mind completely consumed on thoughts of the boys- when I found a set of keys. I immediately snatched them up and prayed to whatever god or higher being there was out there that these went to what I thought they did, and when I rushed to the garage door connected to the kitchen, I grinned and thanked said being before calling out to North that I was ready to go.

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North's POV:

I was deep in thought while in the middle of changing- mostly trying to come up with a plan to get us the fuck off of Camp Pendleton- but, i was also trying to think of a way for me and the guys to get tid of my dad. I knew we couldn't just leave. No, that wold be too fucking easy. The bastard would just track us down again and do the same thing, and to be honest, i was terrified of what he'd do to Sang and I if he got his hands on us again.