"What do you mean 'break out'?" Will asks.
"Like get some supplies and break out. Duh!" I say.
"Think this is a bad idea," he says.
"Well I have a plan to get us out," I say, "I'll get us a truck, and make sure it's got supplies to last us about a month, and some guns, to protect ourselves, and we kill the other people that are on the truck, but keep the bodies and bury them somewhere where they won't be found," I say. he appears to be looking for flaws in my plan.
"I guess I'm in," he says.
"Good, I'll need your help," I try to encourage his new decision of just arriving at a new, supposedly safe place, and running back to where he came from, a man knows best.
I go outside to go look for Carrie, I don't care that she's busy, I want to talk to her, I've been waiting for two days now. Eventually I find her around the fence that marks the civilian perimeters, they're putting barbed wire on top, and I can hear a buzzing sound coming from it.
"Hello Carrie," I say as casually as possible.
"Hi James," she replies.
"Well, I've been wanting to ask you something," I say, she looks almost excited, "I'm wanting to go with the next patrol out on a truck and go to the Badlands," now she doesn't seem so excited, like she was expecting a different question.
"Sure, for all I care you can go right now," She says.
"Thanks," I say. I walk off and go tell Will about our success.
I go to the garage where we store all of our vehicles, there are the trucks, ATV's, bicycles, and some other small things that are relics that used to move. I hop in one of the trucks, Will takes my lead. We drive off into the Badlands. Will is giving me directions on where this wall is, then after thirty minutes or so of rugged hills and mud, we get to viewing distance of the wall. The wall is made of a brick of some sort, I looks sort of grayish and evenly paved and placed. Around it I can see some campers and what looks like a farm.
"There she is," Will says.
I drive a few yards closer, and stop the car. We get out, grab our gear, and begin making a camp. Each truck has enough gear to keep a group of four alive for about a month, it also comes with a tent that sort of blends in with the nature, a small backpacking stove, as the packaging says, and four sleeping bags and mats to sleep on, the food and water we need, and a few other small things.
I begin setting up the tent, and get Will to gather fire wood, he has a large pile big enough to get ourselves a decent fire, we can keep warm for a while without getting wood for a few days. I get the tent done and throw the two mats and sleeping bags in. Neither of us are hungry or cold, so we make sure all of our stuff is stored in the bed of the truck, and put a tarp over it to keep it dry. We both crawl into the tent and sleep till the dawn of morning.
"That was some good sleep I got last night, How about you?" I ask Will.
"Awful, I think I slept on a rock," he groans.
We both get ready for a day of work. I get my gun ready and tell Will to do the same, who knows if Embassy patrols will hunt us down or Mob people will find us. I start making breakfast and Will starts checking out our surroundings, for any scavengers or useful trinkets laying around. I call Will over as soon as I get our biscuits and gravy done. He comes over and chows down his portion, I take my time.
"I haven't found anything too useful yet, just some old rope," he says.
"How much?" I ask.
"Few yards," He says. Then my gears start turning, We could do so much with a few yards of rope. There was a survival class you could take at the Embassy, I just happen to take because it sounded like fun, and it was, now it's saving our lives.
"We can make a bear bag, it's just a rope thrown over a tree with a bag with stuff in it to keep animals and people out of it," I say, "I'll start on it," I gather some of the rope Will got and start assembling it. Will says something about finding a knife and doing some hunting so we can have some meat for dinner or lunch. We both get done with the tasks we assigned ourselves with and the we see a figure in the distance.
"Get our guns Will!" I shout at Will.
