𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 ➪ «𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑦𝑙 𝑑𝑖𝑥𝑜𝑛»

ch. IV pt. II

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Diana watched them go, disheartened that her family was now left with no destination and no way to know if her Godmother and her family were still out there or if they had fallen victim to the apocalyptic pandemic.

Diana made that another thing to worry about in the future, caging it away and already feeling the migraine of the century coming on.

However cold and detached it sounded, Diana felt the major goal right now was to find safe shelter - well, as safe as safe could get - and transport - on foot was no way to make it in this new world, she could bet on it. Only after they got settled down could they think of their losses and half-victories.

There was also the subject of food and drink. It would be no easy task to feed three adults and two growing teens, not on the resources they had.

The two brothers had given up way too easily after having made those threats and even going through the trouble of helping them instead of letting them get killed and looting their corpses. That lack of desperation let her think that maybe they already had their own source or stash and had only been looking to score some extra with them.

The gears in her mind rotated faster. Quick, think of something, anything. She couldn't just let that opportunity to strike a deal in their favor to slip through their fingers so easily.

Their personalities appeared to be incompatible thus far. They didn't have enough supplies, only had basic survival skills, only that day had they found out about the freaking apocalypse! Diana could only think of cons, no pros.

"Quick, tell me something they need we can offer them!" She asked all four, wringing her hands and cracking the knuckles of her thumbs in a nervous tick.

Sam, who had been brought up to par on the situation via translation from his teen children, looked at his oldest daughter like she'd grown a second head. "You got little fucking monkeys inside your head or what? We want fuck nothing to do with those motherfuckers." He pointed in the direction they'd left in, which was a reminder to Diana that soon they would be gone and so would their transport.

Diana bounced on her feet and groaned softly, now she just had share her realizations with the rest of her family and hope they saw eye to eye on her plan. She wasn't optimistic. "They probably, very likely have a car, we don't. They gave up real easy on our things, which, for me, equals they don't really need them, which means if we wanna catch a ride with them, we gotta have something else to offer," Diana ranted and gestured with her hand to wind forward. "Komm jetzt, people, give me something, they gonna be gone soon if we don't hurry."

Sam and Irene shared an incredulous look. Sam pointed at her in disbelief and Irene shook her head while rubbing her forehead.

"Safety in numbers!" Felix spewed out, and flinched and stepped away from his father at the look he was receiving. "Just sayin'."

Diana snapped her fingers at him. "Perfect, let's go!" She was anchored in place by Sam's hand on her upper arm, his grip like a vice.

"D'you take a fucking hit to the head, we just got rid of them!"

"Yeah, man, and now we're going back." Diana pulled out her arm from his grasp and stepped over the zombie 'Crossbow' had wiped out with a shudder.

Sam plowed through, grabbed her by the backpack and turned her around with the momentum. His glare would make a grown man piss in his pants, but Diana was used to it, and her driven stubbornness was not about to let her cower in face of it.

"They could be dangerous!" he yelled in her face while grabbing her by the shoulders, his northern accent rolling off his tongue. "Correction, they are fucking dangerous!"