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Chapter 2

10 Hrs Later

The van still smelt like walkers.

Mom and I were clocking 95 mph halfway through Missouri as night fell. We were still in this damn van. I hated it. "Should we go ahead and bunk up for the night?" I asked.

"Yeah, we should, but we'll get out of the city first. First thing in the morning we'll haul out." I nodded. After about ten minutes, Mom spotted a small clearing in the nearby forest. After stopping, we quickly shut off the lights and turned off the van, and then sleep overcame us.

*2 ½ Years ago*

"Guys! Let's go! NOW!" Mom was yelling at us from outside the cabin. Brooke, Seth and I were only in there to grab supplies. To stock up. We needed the food.

"Come on Seth." I urged my younger brother. He slipped me his light duffel. I shook the bag over my shoulder and pushed Seth towards Mom. She was at the door, guarding us from the walkers. There was a small group of them, slowly approaching. We needed to get to our car, just a few yards away. I heard gunshots ring out as mom blasted two of them to smithereens. I grabbed Brooke's arm. She had just stuffed a pack of Claritin in her bag, then zipped it up and slung it over her shoulder.

"Let's go!" I pulled her along across the cabin.

A sudden jerk made me lose my grip. I looked back and saw a walker had yanked Brooke backwards from through a broken window. She screamed. I ran right at the walker, knife in hand, and stabbed it right in the head. "GO!" I yelled at her. Mom's gun rang out as more shells hit the ground. I pushed Brooke away and ran out of the cabin. I hopped in the car, Brooke and Seth already inside. I barely had time to notice the blood dripping from a small chunk of flesh missing in Brooke's arm…

½ A Year Later

"Mom, I told you the gulf was a bad idea. People would be looking for a boat as soon as this catastrophe started. I can't blame them."

"Well, we had to try. We should go north next, or maybe east. Look for some more people." Mom explained.

"Yeah. I think we should do that." My brother finally spoke up.

"Then that is what we will do." Seth's face actually showed a hint of happiness, something I hadn't seen since before we lost Brooke. I smiled at him. He really was a cute kid. His shiny green eyes and ruffled black hair and crooked smile. Ugh. I looked up at the evening sky. It was painted with a splash of light and dark colors. Orange, yellow, purple, and red all grazed across the thinly stroked clouds. We walked back to a small car that we managed to find after we couldn't locate any boats. The small parking lot was home to only a few cars, ours included. We walked passed a small convenience store.

"We should check it out." I said.

"Yeah. Seth, you keep watch. Just use the gun exactly like I showed you, ok. Nothing will happen. If you get into trouble, holler. We'll be quick."

Seth nervously nodded. I couldn't believe how someone that age would have to deal with something like this. At least I was grown up a bit, knew the world a little bit. Seth was just 5 when all this started. I felt for him. No one should have to live like this. Mom nodded back, then she and I ran into the store. I grabbed my duffel and poured everything I could grab into it. Stale chips, bottles of water, canned food, beans, even packs of old gum. Mom shoved batteries, light bulbs, and even more food into her bag. As I approached the back of the store, I heard a shriek, then a gunshot. Mom yelled. I heard flesh squelching. I turned and ran towards the front of the store. I jumped to the front and saw Seth, blood pouring out of his throat and mouth, Mom, standing over him, and a walker lying behind them.

I dropped my bag and turned, vomiting right in the store. Tears flooded my face. I could faintly hear mom trying to reassure him. "Why? Why didn't you?… No, No it's not your fault. Yes, yes I love you too baby. I love you too…" A slight thump shook the concrete. One of the last things of what we were holding onto was gone.

Mom screamed. I slumped into a rack and fell, my head buried in my knees. All I could hear were the muffled screams and sobs of my mortified mother.

Present Day

My ears popped every 10 minutes as we drove through the Appalachian mountains. We were just about to cross the border to Virginia. It was a beautiful sight, the mountains. Snow peaked, lining the sky as the sun rose. We had passed very little walkers throughout the entire journey, but I had a bad feeling that was going to change very soon.

90 Minutes Later

Mom was blasting past walkers on the highway. A sign read 'Welcome to Lynchburg!', and we planned to hit I-95 north all the way to D.C from Richmond. Mom had changed the plan halfway through the journey. We originally thought that we could book it straight north and head to New Hampshire, but she thought the capitol was a good idea. I thought it was a bad idea. People would obviously swarm the capitol. It would be walker city. As soon as we were back at a reasonable altitude, walkers were present. We encountered more in the 15 minute drive through the city than we had through the entire state of Kansas and Kentucky.

"Mom, I really think I should fire at some of them up ahead."

"No, we can plow through them."

"What happens when a group slows us down long enough for others to get in our way? And then we're trapped. What then? Trust me when I say we move faster with my plan."

"Noah, they get drawn to sound. Think."

"You really think they'll track us? They're not smart enough to follow a sound after initially hearing it, especially if I only do it a few times."

"Yeah, but we shouldn't risk it. Not now. We're only about another hour and a half to Richmond. Then we'll fuel up, and really put some distance from the herd."

"Fine."

90 More Minutes Later

The first bullet whizzed through the windshield and tore through the leather backseat. Mom slammed on the brakes and the van screeched to a halt. My head slammed into the dash. I felt dizzy and my head throbbed, but Mom managed to pull me out of the van. A group of men with assault rifles were standing on a high ridge.

We were just passing through, driving through the city below the speed limit. We just wanted to leave. Instead we were greeted with a bullet. How nice.

"Put your weapons on the ground. Now!" A man was yelling at us. He wore a green beanie, and stood atop a ridge holding an assault rifle. Mom opened the back door and reached into the backseat and threw the duffel down, throwing her hands up.

"What do you want? We're just trying to get to D.C.! Just trying to get out of here!"

"No, no. I'm sure the boss will want to see y'all." My head was still throbbing, and my throat was dry. I couldn't make a sound, but I heard everything going on.

Who the hell were these people and what did they want?

Dust flew up from the ground as the large, spiked gated opened. Suddenly, a tall, angular- faced latino man emerged from the creaking gates. His jet black hair was spiked up at an angle. His nose looked a bit misshapen, like it had been broken yet badly reset. He had a menacing growl that protruded from his thin lips. He was accompanied by two other armed men.

"What is going on?" he asked.

"Well, these people just up and showed up at our gates. We figured you would want to see them, given our current situation with those thieves." The man on the bridge answered.

"Yeah," his deep voice echoed. "Bring them inside." And promptly so, Mom and I were shrugged inside, kept on armed guard. We were ushered through the town. Although I was gaining some consciousness back, I couldn't make out all the details because I was stunned with the beauty of the darn place. There was an abundance of people, shops, rooms, almost like a community. I looked at my mom and faintly saw her smile. I can't even remember the last time either of us had seen a place like this.

There was a lot of yelling. I could hear the same man, now talking to a foreign group of people. Men were rushing past us, their arms burdened with rifles. But I could see that Mom didn't care anymore. She was happy. We had walls, food, people, and water. You know, I think that this may work out all right. Maybe.

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