Chapter 4

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I reach for my pencil I tucked into my back pocket. "Anyone have a notebook?"  I ask "No, But we can get some at Walmart." Melvin answered. Just great.

"I'll grab a camera instead"  

"Smart, Video Diary. If humans come back, we'll be learning about us!" 

"We'd just skip school then," Stacy applies.

"Oh my god." says Melvin

"What?" we say

"What day is it?" he asked.

"...December.. 21st" I reply

"That means,"

"Its the end of the world."

"We need to get to Walmart."

We rush to Melvins car. Shane grabs the keys and put them in the key slot a turns them. Everyone loads in the car and we drive. 

"Watch out for them" Stacy adds.

We ride. It seems like hours when in reality its 10 minutes. I watch each broken face, each tree passing by. Close my eyes and bite my lip.

"When are we going to get there." I ask.

"Soon." Shane replies.

We reach Walmart. Not to what we expected. The place was lerking with Walkers. 

"What can we do now?"

"I just we just need to make it to the weapons area. I'll turn of the alarms, so it doesnt attrack more walkers."

"I know where everything is. Lets go. Remember, No guns, or anything that makes to much sound."

Everyone was plotting and planning everything, while I, was still in shock. I remember, I took bow lessons when I was little. Im quite good.

"Lets go" They say. I decide to come with them. Stacy stayed protecting the car.

We entered the building. One brave walker came first, I hit it with my baseball bat that we grabbed before we left and left its brains bashed on the floor. 

"Ew" I annonced.

We keep walking luckily, Shane knew where the weapons section was, he was a hunter after all. We grab a knife. I quickly tear it open and use it to open daggers and guns. We needed bullets.

"Where are the fucking bullets!!!!!!!" we scream. 

"Found them!" as I say loading the gun up and passing them to my allies.

We kill every walker in that damn place. We board up the windows and doors and close our eyes peacefully to rest.

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