Fear The Walking Dead: After the Dam

Part 13 - The Slaughterhouse Part II

It was night, and dark. It was very dark everywhere as there were no lights anymore, as the world once known was gone. The sounds of the children shouting, the sounds of the dogs barking, and the sounds of the waves were long gone. It seemed as if the world had always been an empty dark place of nothing but dust and trees. And corpses. In a sense the world had died, but not entirely. In the middle of the dark forests there was the full moon above giving it's mercy upon the emptiness of the world, and sounds of strange creatures were heard. It was the dead. Their hungry voices lurking around for their next prey were constant, but their souls were no longer there.

''Bam bam bam!'' - Rounds were fired as a family consisting of a middle aged man and woman and a young adult male were running through the forest as the dead began to chase them at all cost.

''There!'' - The man shouted as they ran to a cabin as they walked inside and locked the doors.

They began to inhale and exhale as they were very tired from all that running.

''We're not going to stay here for a long time. Don't get comfortable.'' - The middle aged man declared.

The woman began to look around the house as she saw a backpack full of supplies and a big machete by a couch.

''Hell yes.'' - She said in joy as she was woved by all of this stuff. They had been on the road for a couple of days and they weren't in their best shape.

''We can't take this stuff.'' - The young male claimed.

''Why not?'' - The woman asked.

''It's not our stuff.'' - The man replied.

''It is ours now.'' - She pronounced as she grabbed the backpack and the machete.

''What if the owner comes back?'' - The man tried to resist this idea of stealing.

''Then I wish them good luck. We're taking this stuff.'' - Suddenly the older male jumped in the conversation as this made the woman smile.

''I can't believe you.'' - The younger male shook his head in fury as he thought this was an awful action to take.

''We do what we gotta do.'' - The older man smiled as he rubbed the young man's hair.

The young man then pulled a map from his backpack as he placed it on a table as he looked at it.

Suddenly footsteps coming down the stairs were heard as they quickly pulled their weapons as their eyes met the person that walked down.

''Who are you?!'' - The older gentleman asked in surprise as they didn't see this coming and neither did they know the person was inside the house.

The person remained silent for a couple of seconds as the others looked at each other in stress and confusion.

After a couple of seconds, the person slowly raised their hand and pointed their finger at the backpack.

''Oh, this is yours isn't it?'' - The woman asked as the person gave them a light smile.

''We're sorry. Here.'' - The woman tried to hand over the backpack and the machete but the older male stopped her.

''We need this stuff like you do. I propose a deal. Let's split the items up. And we take the machete as well.'' - The man proposed as he held his head up, talking with confidence.

''Dad, I'm not sure-'' - The young male, who is the son of the older male, thought it was a bad idea. He became interrupted halfway before finishing his sentence.

''That's our proposal. You will either take it, or we take them all anyway and kill you. Don't mess this up.'' - The man declared as he smiled while the mysterious person exhaled as they nodded their head, agreeing to his terms, as they also proceeded to smile at them once more.