Chapter 1: Stranded

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Its been two days since the CDC. We lost Jacque. She decided to stay with Dr. Jenner. She lost hope.

We drove. We didn't know where we were going. Shane sat in front of me, cleaning his gun. "Looks complicated."

"The trick is getting all these pieces back together the same way. I could clean yours?" His southern accent was strong. He reached down and picked up my gun.

"Sweet piece."

"It was a gift, from my father." My dad was in the army when I was little. When my mother died, he vowed to do anything to keep me safe. That meant enrolling me in self defense classes when I was 8, teaching me how to use a gun when I was 13, and whenever he left me home by myself there were locks on everything to make sure no one could get in. Some may call him paranoid but he was only keeping me safe.

"So look, its a limited capacity. Only holds seven rounds."

"Oh jeez." Dale interrupted Shane.

We both turned to him.

The path was blocked by a huge truck that was flipped over on its side. There was no way to get through.

"See a way through?" Dale asked as Daryl pulled up next to the RV.

Daryl pointed ahead.

Glenn stared at the map. "Uhh maybe we should just go back, there's an interstate bypass-"

Dale cut him off, "Can't spare the fuel."

I sat back down. Daryl lead us on his motorcycle through the broken down and flipped over cars. It was depressing. There were rotting corpses in the cars we passed. Even children. I couldn't look.

All of a sudden, the RV started smoking. Dale stopped driving. We all got off.

"I said it. Didn't I say it? A thousand times. Dead in the water."

"Problem Dale?" Shane asked sarcastically.

"Oh just a small matter of being stuck in the middle of nowhere."

Great. Now where would we go? We were stranded for the night. At least this area looked safe. Right?

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