Book 1: At the Edge of Misery
Cristine Daya Gerrard, a young residency doctor in the apocalypse must mend the pieces with her broken and estranged family, while fighting for her place in a community that doesn't accept her. One man in particular doe...
A Troy chapter. This was the most difficult, but interesting one to write so far. Burry me in feedback and criticism if he's not in character. That's the last thing I want for our boy! Other than that... enjoy!
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This was the militia's first mission so far away from the Ranch. Jeremiah wanted Troy and his men to go on a different supply run. He showed him one of the maps and the area they were headed to to get fuel. His father drew a red circle, marking the area near Tijuana. Apparently, it was a military area. They were supposed to see what was left and take what they could back home.
If the military was still active there, they'd have to be cautious.
This was definitely a task to Troy's liking!
Away from the Ranch, scout the area and keep an eye out for the amount of people that crossed the border. There were more of them lately, trying their luck here. It confirmed his theory that the dead rising went beyond the borders.
There weren't that much volunteers eager to join this run. As usual. It were usually the same people: Blake, Jimmy, Coop and a handful of others. Most of them skilled with weapons, which was not an uncommon thing to see on the Ranch, as the majority grew up with guns in their households. His best friend, Mike sat this one out, his skills better equipped to keep an eye out on the Ranch itself.
Willy wasn't allowed to come, bringing an infected on the Ranch just to win a bet they made. Jake was right; it was a risk. Of course, the man was pissed but Troy had been thinking about Jake's words, the new and heavy responsibilities he now had as a leader. He disliked having to work with one man less. One as experienced as Willy absent would weaken the group. But Jake's words made sense to him now. Bringing the Ranch in danger was not the smartest thing to do.
Even if she did ask for it.
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It took them two days to reach the military base. It was humongous and roaming with dead. Apparent that civilians and soldiers alike were holed up here once, until things turned so bad and were nothing more than dead meat now. At least, they didn't have to waste bullets by killing people for this supply run.
Their arrival was quick, organized and not one person stepped out of line. They refueled their cars and trucks. Much to Troy's joy, the group was able to collect the leftover guns, ammo and even swipe a few intact military vehicles and uniforms. He felt like a boy having his fill in a candy shop.
The watch shifts for the night and supply runs for the day were scheduled. Troy wanted to take anything and everything back home. Jimmy took stock off it all. As long as the long haired man was busy, he wouldn't complain about Willy being left behind and curse James's daughter from hell and back.
The next day, their only helicopter pilot, Charlene and Jake arrived. They loaded the first batch of firearms, clothes, bottled water and MRE boxes to take it back to the Ranch. None of the two the wiser that while this was a fuel run first, Troy also had a trip planned to the border with his team.
