Life In the Zombie Apocalypse

The Search For The Group

TIP #17: When covering ground, have a three hundred sixty degree angle view, so there is zero possibility of getting attacked by zombies.

Kylie

June 17th, 2017

"Up to something? The people that have the cure? Jack you're gonna need help. And I am just the person to do that."

Jack shakes his head. "You can't do that."

He unzips the backpack on his chest then puts the items we sorted in it. He zips the bag back up. My eyes look into his when he gets out of the bus. I follow behind him. Jack presses his back or backpack against mine. "Back to back, you walk forwards." Jack orders.

I have my gun pointed towards the ground because I don't exactly need it until my life feels threatened or a random zombie appears. We walk for about 10 minutes in complete silence as I formulate what I want to say to Jack. The people that work for your dad are possibly watching our every move close to a city in Iowa and or all the cities that touch Indiana. Or why won't you let me help? I know you don't want anything bad to happen to me, but I can handle stuff like this. My dad didn't teach me self defense and how to use a gun for nothing. Wait! Can't I combine my thoughts? Yeah, yeah, that's what I'll do. But when should I say it? Just say it now, the silence is creepy. "Jack?" I say

He takes a deep breath, "Go on, present me your case."

"Okay, so when you were talking about the people that forced to get you bitten you were referring to your dad and his 'F.A.R.M.ers' correct?"

"Yeah, and?"

"That means there is a possiblity that those people are at the city were are walking to. Then you said F.A.R.M is located in Indiana, so what if in every city close to the borders of Indiana are there?"

"I already thought of that." Jack complains

"We need this documented! I want to help you figure this out." I pause for effect. "I know you don't want me getting hurt or anything, but that is a big risk I am willing to take."

Jack doesn't respond for a little bit. "Why would they be in Iowa though? Iowa doesn't even touch Indiana."

I bite my lip to think. "Uh, maybe they want to keep tabs on all of their 'experiments'. They want to see how you react on the outside probably. They want to see if you react differently because you know you are injected and you are killing. They probably want to see if you go over the edge. We would ask one if you want."

Jack sighs, "They don't let me know where they are. They come to me. And normally when the military is spying on people, they don't want people to know."

"Well, that kinda crushes my hopes."

Jack laughs. We continue walking In silence. We walk for another 20 minutes when the exit finally comes into view. I run to it. The backpacks bounce around as I run. When I get to the middle intersection right off the exit ramp, I drop to my knees. I scream, "Thank God!"

Jack comes to my side. "Seriously?! Look where they left a clue!" He points somewhere behind me. I pull myself up then turn around. There are pieces of paper dangling from the stoplight. Jack walks over to it cautiously. He grabs it. "Take an L? What did we lose?"

He returns to my side, handing me the papers. Take an L. -J,N,M,K,J

Take an L? What was the code Jocelyn, Kaya, and I came up with in 9th grade? L for...for LEFT! Wait! Wasn't that obvious? "Hey, army brat. Please take an L." I show him the L I made with my fingers. "It means go left."