Taking a walk

chapter two

People if you want to be in this book send me your back story, your name and your weapons.

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“We’ve been driving for hours” angle moans from next to me. I look at her then say “we could be walking” I say sarcastically. Angle look s at the fuel gage then taps me on the shoulder and points at it; I look at it “almost empty”. We pull into a nearby gas station, I get out first and angle follows me with her knife in her hand. I walk in and have a look around “no walkers” I say, angle quickly scurries in after me she then runs up to counter, picks up a photo and hugs it and says “I know where we are”. I walk up to her and ask “how?” she shows ne a photo of her and her dad. I reach over the counter and feel under it trying to find the gun but angle walks over to a shelf on the wall and from behind is pulls out a double barrel shotgun. I walk over to the back door and open it and say ladies first, Angle gladly walks in front of me.

We walk for about an hour till we come to a hunting shack. I ash Angle “how do you know about this place?” she answers “me and my dad cane up here and did hunting together” “why?” “Where do you think we got our venison from for our butchers shop?”

I slowly opened the door and looked around, a walker came out from the pantry but I filled it with led. When I tort it was safe I invited Angle in, once she was in she ran over to the rug in the main room and threw it away to reveal a trap door which she quickly opened. I couldn’t see what was in it so I walked over to her and there they were a pair of rifles and one sniper so I quickly grabbed the sniper and a rifle.

I sat in an old musty chair and angle sat in the one opposite me. I asked “what happened, I went to sleep one night and everything was fine then I woke up the next morning to find walkers everywhere?”

“Well the jail owner was asked to try a machine that put someone to sleep for some time so the jail owner agreed” “we made special name baggies with the machine in it” I look down at my badge “while you were…” “How long was I asleep for” “six months” as I was saying while you were asleep the zombie apocalypse started; we tort the jail would be safe be it wasn’t.”