Author's Note: This is an original story with no pre-existing characters in The Walking Dead universe. Although it doesn't seem rated M now, it will later on. Please enjoy and leave a review. Comments and constructive criticism welcome.
The boiling hot weather made it difficult for Isaac and his son, David, to push the shopping cart. The metal burned their hands and the scorched asphalt of the highway hurt their feet. The cart held several backpacks that contained canned food, clothes, and books. It would hold them off for quite some time, if they managed it properly. Isaac reached for the canteen.
"Thirsty?" He asked David.
David reached for it, and took a swig. He passed it back to his father. He takes a small gulp, and screws the lid back on. They'd seen more vultures. One was eating a carcass right in front of them as they trekked across the highway. The smell was repugnant, but the vulture didn't mind. Those birds are scavengers and they thrive off the dead. Lucky for them. The black bird always fled at the screeching the cart produced. Isaac and David stopped in their tracks. Isaac looked through a backpack and produced a pair of binoculars. He looked through them and saw a wall made of cars. It was no wonder why the highway was completely void of vehicles.
"Come on, let's head back. Take the last exit out of here." Isaac turns the cart around and David follows.
The stars shone above them. Isaac and his son continued to walk alongside the road. The road led to a rest stop, where they'd sleep for the night. "Are you tired as I am?" Isaac asked.
David only nods. The child barely spoke. Granted, you can't make too much noise now, but Isaac was worried the boy would lose his voice. He also just wanted to have a conversation. It'd been a while since Isaac had talked to another person. David walked ahead and opened the rest stop door. The aisles that had candy and other snacks were gone. The refrigerator was empty and the some shelves were missing. Only some magazines were left. They were travel guides for Connecticut. "We could use these." Isaac said as he put the magazines in the cart.
Isaac lit up the kerosene lamp. David was hugging his knees. Isaac pulled out a children's book from a backpack. "Do you want me to read you a story?" David shook his head in response. "You just want to sleep?" David nodded his head. "Okay," Isaac said as he went to the cart to get pillows.
"Good night."