The Bad, The Ugly, And Us

New Faces, Old Wounds

"GET HIM INSIDE RIGHT NOW!" Max grabs Derrick's legs and I grab his shoulders. Julia runs inside and clears the table. I put Derrick on the table and keep pressure on the wounds. "Max I need you to keep pressure on his wound, Julia make sure he stays awake and keep him focused on you, I'm gonna find something that we can use as bandages around here." I run into the bathroom of the RV and dig around, I see some wrap that's gonna have to do. After a little while we are able to stabalize the wound and bandage it up. We move him to the backroom and put him on the bed. As I walk out of the room and out of the RV to get some fresh air, the two new people have remained out here. "Julia who are your two new friends here?" I ask.
"Dylan this guy right here is Dexter" Dexter is an African American guy who looks to be about 6"1 and has gotta to be early to mid 30s, "and the younger one his name is Patrick and he's Dexter's younger brother." Patrick is about 5"9 and is probably in his mid to late 20s. "Hey Dylan is it, look me and my brother here have been looking for a safe place to go for a while, we've seen a lot of death and survived a lot of bad people."
"Look Dexter, we don't have a lot of food or room, I don't know if we can."
"Big bro, these two have tons of food and they saved my life at that gas station. I assure you they can be of use."
"I see one of your guys is injured, I just so happen to have been a volunteer nurse and have some supplies in my bag." I look at Patrick, "you can help save him? Please come with me." I bring Patrick into the RV and right to Derrick. "This is gonna take some time, I'm gonna need to be left alone for a while." I leave Patrick to tend to Derrick. I walk outside to see Max and Julia talking to Dexter. "So where were you guys before you met up with me at the gas station."
"Me and Patrick were part of a larger group. We were all holding up in a Walmart, and all seemed good until someone's grandmother had a heart attack in her sleep. Woke up to gunshots and at least 5 of our people had been bitten and another 6 already turned. I woke up my brother and we got out of there as quickly as we could. So we walked for a long time, struggling for food and water. That was until we came across a food bank that had been completely untouched. We are loaded, my bag is completely full of food, his is full of food and medical stuff."
"Well Dexter, maybe we can figure something out, if Julia couches for you then maybe we can try and squeeze 2 more people into the RV."
Just then Eric starts groaning and get up as a zombie. Dexter pulls out a spiked wooden plank and plants it into Eric's head. "Julia why don't you get Dexter inside, I'm gonna stay out here for a second." Max approaches me and hands me my gun back. "Dylan is everything okay?"
"Max I don't trust these people, they seem a little too friendly, can you help keep an eye on them?"
"Dylan, I was just thinking the same exact thing."