Chapter Two

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A Week and Two Days Later.

5th September 2019.


Oliver and the group are walking along a darkened tunnel, looking for gas and supplies. Kate's torch light is leading the way whilst everyone else is searching.


Kate: Oliver, how's this helping us find George?

Oliver: Gas, you put it in a car.

Kate: You don't even care, do you?

Kate: None of you care about her.

Math: Stop, this is your fourth mental breakdown today.

Abi: She's a bitch anyway.

Kate: You know what? You're a bitch. You're far worse than her.

Esme: I don't think anyone's worse than Georgina.


Kate glares at Esme.


Favour: Maybe we should change the topic.

Kara: Yes, let's.

Oliver: I see light! We're almost at the end of the tunnel.


Kate trips up and lands face-first onto the ground, this causes her gun to shoot creating a loud bang, echoing throughout the tunnel.


Oliver: Shit, run. 


Walkers from under cars and the roof, chase after the group, now sprinting for the exit.


Math: This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't had your little tantrum.

Kate: Sorry, next time I'll aim for you.

Oliver: We've almost made it. 


The group run outside, painting.  Oliver quickly looks around for a car. 


Kara: Over there. Red one.


They head towards the car.


Oliver: Favour, pop the hood and fill the gas. Math get everyone in. 

Math: Quickly.

Oliver: Favour that's enough.


Oliver jumps in the car.


Oliver: Favour, we don't need more.

Favour: I've almost got it all though.

Favour: There we go. 


A Walker grabs Favour by the head and bites him on the neck, he tries to fight it but it's too late. He's Walker food.


Oliver: Fuck, no. Fuck.

Kate: Drive now, go.


The group drive on, morning the death of their friend.


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