"Thomas, do you realize what's at stake here? There's an unstable kid running around that just stabbed one of our people." Elliot says. "Elliot, we were going to have Washington leave with Craig and we wouldn't have to worry about him.. Stop saying that we needed to kill him." I reply. "Listen, Thomas.. I must apologize for Craig.." Washington begins to say. "No, Washington.. Stop. This wasn't your fault. This whole apocalypse changed everything and everyone." I say to him.
"Let's go ask the others if they saw him leave.. Or anything about this." Elliot says. Soon after, we head down and start asking everyone. They all said no, of course. "Elliot, I suggest we send out a search party for him." I say. "What? No. That's fucking stupid. Why would we do that?" Elliot says. "Well, you wanted to find Craig and kill him, right? Why not send out a search party for him?" I reply. "Fine, we can do that." He says. Though, right after that conversation, Fay runs out. "Thomas.. Devan's awake!" She says. My eyes widen, and I jog over to the control room. "Devan, you alright man? How are you feelin'?" I ask him. "It.. Hurts. But I'll be fine.. Just like Theodore Roosevelt was when he gave a ninety minute speech while bleeding from a gun wound." Devan says, chuckling.
"Anyways.. What's happened since I've been out?" Devan asks. "Well, I let Elliot become leader. He was going to come to a decision of killing Craig.. Then Washington stepped up and said he'd leave with Craig, so no one would be in danger. That's when Craig ran off.." I fill in Devan. "You.. You can't kill Craig, Thomas. He doesn't deserve that. He's just a boy, Thomas.. You can't let that happen." Devan says. "I won't, Devan. Don't worry.." I say. That's when Washington walked in. "Thomas, I think we should send a search party after him. I don't want my boy to die.. I can fix him, Thomas. I promise you.. When he's fixed.. I'll come back man.. We just need to find my boy. Please, Thomas." Washington says. I nod and put a hand on his shoulder. "We will do that, Washington. Don't worry."
About thirty minutes later, Elliot and I gather up the group for a meeting. "We're sending a group out, for Craig, apparantly.." Elliot says. "So, we're going to need a group, a small group, to come with Thomas, Washington and I and the another group to stay here.. So who's coming with us?" Elliot states. Sandra, Erin and Quinton, who has Abira on a leash, steps up to us three. "So, just you guys? Alright then, start getting geared up and we'll head out." I say. I then begin to walk over to the train, where our supplies are, when Jess stops me. "Thomas, I want to go with.." She says. "No, sorry Jess. With the Zealots still after us, it's not safe. You have to stay here. They might even come here, so you could help defend." I tell her. "Whatever.." She says and walks off.
Getting on the train, I look over to my little corner of stuff all ready. I get my pack open, see a small medi-kit, a bottle of water, which was half empty, and an energy bar. I shake my head and walk over to the food and grab four cans of either fruit, vegetables, or canned meat, I didn't really check to see what they were. Then I shove them in my pack, following with me grabbing two more bottles of water. I grab the half empty one and decide to drink it right there. Then, there sits my bat with the spike through it leaning against the wall along with my hunting rifle that I found. "Only eight bullets.." I mutter to myself as I sat down next to my weapons and counted my ammo. I then glance over and see Eddy taking counting everything and calculating what we may need while we're out there. Might as well look for supplies along with Washington's son.
"Hey, Eddy, do you have any ammo for this Winchester right here?" I ask him, not looking at his face, but at my rifle. "I'm sure we could spare about.. twenty-five bullets? Would that be enough for you?" He suggests. "That's more than enough, thanks Eddy." I mention to him and grab the ammo he offered me. I then put them in my side pockets, and load up the gun. I put the gun around my back and pick up my bat. "See ya' later, Eddy." I say, not even sure if he heard me. I begin walking out to the open where the crowd is. "Eddy still counting supplies?" Elliot questions. "Yeah, I take it we're leaving when he's done?" I question. "Yeah, the others seem ready, and I'm always ready. Just deciding what vehicle we should take to look for him." Elliot says.
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Discernment
HorrorThomas Kinway was a young adult struggling to survive the apocalypse. He meets various survivors and tries to keep them safe as they look for an ideal shelter in the city.
