The Past Forgotten (Broken Hope)

Sack O' Apples

We had stopped at an abandoned restroom, we had scouted the place out and killed the only 2 walkers in a 100 metre radius. Jess was looking in the mirror, to when she abruptly took off her jacket, along with her shirt. It was revealed a bulge, she wasn't long off the birth.

"How the actual hell did I not notice that?" I remarked surprised I didn't notice it while in bed.

"Don't ask me, fucking hell, I don't read your mind." She then realised the aggressiveness of her tone and remarks "Sorry, it's a pregnancy thing". She looked exhausted.

"It is mine?" I asked.

"What?" She asked turning her head swiftly in my direction, giving me the 'what the hell do you mean' look.

"The baby, am I the father?" I said blankly.

"O' course, I'm not going to screw any random these days."

Good, if it wasn't, I wouldn't be pleased.

As Jess plonked herself back into the truck I pulled myself up and onto the red faded tray. I fiddled with some rope and some hooks to unlatch a reasonably old crate. I opened the glass panel separating the cabin from the tray, and out came a crowbar. I turned around to see a handful of infected, like a mini-hoarde. As if Jess knew just as I was thinking she started the engine and slowly cruised off, not fast enough that I would be off-balance but enough that the group of Runners had trouble keeping up.

I continued my job to wedge the crowbar between two slits, cracking the crate open, the side of the box slips through my hands and hits the pavement, hard, hard enough to split the plank in half. But as if that wasn't enough it somehow managed to slip under the 4x4 tyre, demolishing the plank entirely. I dunked my hand into the box to pull out some Panamax, to sooth my unforgiving headache, and a sack o' apples. I continued to enter the truck through the sunroof, chomping on an apple, I needed to let time fly...

"To the right," I said. "Gun store, and to my surprise it looks... unlooted.. Wow.."

"Good Job Sherlock" She remarked mockingly.

"I'd rather be Gandalf but, okay." I joked.

She neatly turned the car into the parking lot which was empty except for an old Ford, probably still has petrol, or diesel. I grabbed one of our spare gas canisters from the tray, which Jess asked if she could transfer and filter any spare gas that could possibly be in the rusted car.

Now, I've gotta find a way in, get any weapons, and get out, without being bitten.