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A great-but-not-too-great-because-he-was-kind-of-a-shitty-person man once said, "Leave no family behind." That was my father. I agree with his sentiment, though I'd like to add a conjunction and clause to that saying due to the loyalty shown to me by mine. I say, "Leave no family behind, and friends are family."
It should come as no shock that it was Archie, Betty, and Veronica who taught me that. I felt a real sense of camaraderie from them when I saw the three walk into my disheveled trailer with the Keller's. Even though the town was ordered to evacuate and most had, they had stayed behind to get me. I didn't understand how they could rubber band back to me even when I pushed them away so far. That right there was true friendship.
Leaving immediately was probably the best decision. The sun had set and the moon was completely hidden in shadow. There would've been no light if not for the bright stars.
We all walked out to the sheriff's police car. You could see entrails and fingers caught in the tires, and various undead bodies under the car. Some of them weren't completely braindead yet, and were clawing at the hull of the car, wishing for an escape, and leaving bloody hand prints. A part of me wanted to free them, but another was glad they were stuck there so they couldn't hurt anyone. I suppose the ones with just shotgun holes in their brains were faring a little bit better.
"How're we all going to fit?" Joaquin moaned. It crossed my mind, but I didn't really think too hard on it.
"I'm in front with my dad, you guys can all sit in the back, however you want to arrange it." Kevin winked, waving around his dad's shotgun. I rolled my eyes, knowing what he was implying.
"There's something I need to go get before we leave." I informed Sheriff Keller.
"Son, you better go get it quick, else you might just find yourself stranded." he replied.
I stepped back into the trailer and headed for my room. I hoped that it was still here. Gracefully leaping over the undead bodies in my way, I got to my old closet. Under a large pile of dirty clothes and assorted toys from my childhood was a small Pokémon backpack(it had the second game's art on it). My face lit up whenever I saw it, reminding me of the times when my mom and sister actually lived with my dad and I. It wasn't big enough for me to carry around normally, but it was as big as a larger purse, at least. It would be helpful for carrying supplies.
Opening the refrigerator door, I perused it's contents. There seemed to be nothing but various condiments, clabbered milk, and beer. I examined the cabinets, and the only thing not cleaned out or half-eaten, was a solid box of Twinkies. These were definitely the kind of food item to survive an apocalypse, because no one eats them. Or maybe that's just me. I have standards.
Nevertheless, I stashed them in the bag along with my wood-cutting knife. Someone would appreciate them. I retrieved some bandages, alcohol, and a small packet underneath the magazine pile, just in case I needed it.
I came back out with the backpack around my arm like a purse since it was too small to fit both of my arms into. Sheriff Keller eyed me suspiciously.
"What've you got there?" he studied my expression carefully. My smile had faltered, and I think he caught on that I had something in there that I should've left in the trailer.
"Just medical supplies," I slipped.
"When we get out of Riverdale, I'm going to have to check the contents of that backpack. We don't have the time right now." Sheriff Keller trudged over to the squad car.
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AFTERLIFE :: Riverdale
Fanfiction"When the Blossom murder case was solved, somehow, everything went back to normal, resolved. That spring night, however, none of us expected that the murder case was literally coming back to life. But, I couldn't argue with the testimonies of Archie...
