"Not exactly what I was hoping for." Garnett said getting out of the truck. We made it to where. Everyone else ,except 10K, got out of the truck.
"One of these days you're gonna learn to stop hoping for things." Murphy told him.
"You better hope not. Because that's when we leave your sorry ass at the side of the road." Warren told him.
"Halt! Who goes there?!" A guy in a military outfit called out ,pointing a gun at us.
"Sargent Charles Garnett ,National Guard. This is Lieutenant Roberta Warren, also National Guard. " Garnett told him.
"State your business." The army guy said before Garnett could talk more. There's definitely something wrong with this guy.
"We're on a high priority mission to get this man to a CDC lab in California. We were sent here by an Intel Officer from the NSA to see General McCandles. We need his help finding transpo. We were told he has a helicopter." Garnett told the guy.
"Yeah, he's got a chopper. But General McCandles is a very busy man. He's got the entire east coast under his command. He can't worry about some raggedy ass group of civilians on a suicide mission. I suggest you move on before the infected find you." The guy said. Um, I don't think so.
"Nothing raggedy ass about this group of civilians ,sir. And this man has important information about a vaccine for the zombie virus." Warren told him. Garnett nodded in agreement with her.
The guy walked down the steps to stand in front of them. His gun was still raised. He looked over Murphy. "He smells like a damn Z." The guy commented.
"You don't smell so good yourself ,septic tank." Murphy shot back.
"You gonna help us or not?" Garnett asked.
"You wanna see the General? You're going to have to pay a tribute. Gesture of goodwill to show him you're serious." The guy said.
"What kind of tribute you have in mind?" Garnett asked.
"Our medic has been MIA for over a year. We need painkillers. Antibiotics. Anything you got." The guy said. We all looked back at Doc.
He sighed. "I'll get my bag." Doc said walking back to the truck. He grabbed his bag and walked back. He set the bag on a barrel ,opening it to look through it. "I've got aspirin, tetracycline, cipro. That should knock out most any infection." The guy just nodded ,looking uninterested. "And oxycontin."
"The oxy. We need painkillers." The guy said a little too eagerly. I feel like he's going to take it when Doc gives it to him.
Doc grabbed his bag of oxycontin. He opened it and grabbed one for the guy. He placed it in his hand.
"Do you want to see the General or not?" The guy asked.
"This is the last of our supply." Doc told him. He still got a few more out and gave it to the guy.
"That'll do." The guy said. He brought his hand up to his mouth ,taking the oxy. Called it. "The General will see you now."
Everyone else went with the guy to talk to the General. I stayed behind ,so did Cassandra. 10K wandered off somewhere up there with everyone else.
After a couple minutes, everyone walked back down ,except one person wasn't with them.
"Where's Doc?" I asked.
"Talking to the General." Warren answered.
"Good, I thought we were being turned away." I stated.
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In the Apocalypse
FanfictionChristina Johnson is a crazy teenager. She can be impulsive and insensitive but she cares more than she wants people to know. When the apocalypse starts she doesn't change much. She has had to reign in her loudness and some of her impulsive behavior...
