Here is the next chapter! Been writing this since Monday and I've edited it multiple times but knowing me, there's probably still some spelling error. Sorry about that in advance. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy. Here's chapter two!
Quicker than lightning, Korra shot to her feet.
BOOM!
BOOM!
More gunshots were fired. Shit, what was this person or people trying to do? Draw a herd on themselves? That was the last thing anyone needed. Korra didn't want to be here when that happened. Grabbing her machete, she quickly strapped it to her back. She grabbed her backpack off of the floor and put that on as well. Just as soon as she secured the straps on her shoulders, the front door busted open and two people ran through it. The second guy to run in slammed the door shut behind him. Both of then placed their hands on there knees as they leaned forward and tried to catch their breaths as their guns stayed in their grips.
"Fuck, what the hell do we do now?" The first guy asked, still panting. He was wearing a green shirt and his black hair was in kind of an old fashioned duck tail style.
"Shit, uh..." The second guy trailed off. He was sporting a red shirt and had spiky black hair. "I don't know."
"Bro, we have an entire herd coming this way!"
"I know! Just let me think for a minute!"
"We might not have a minute." Korra interrupted.
Both guys whipped around and stared at her, as if they just noticed her for the first time. They most likely did. The guy in the red shirt got over his shock quickly. He straightened up, stood in front go the other guy, and aimed his gun at Korra's head. At the same time, Korra pulled out her own gun and aimed it at the other guy's own head.
"Who the hell are you?" He asked or more like demanded.
"Who the hell are you?" Korra asked with just as much bite.
"Mako!" The guy in the green shirt yelled. "We don't have time for this! We need to get out of here!"
No sooner than he had said that, the sound of loud and heavy pounding startled all three of them. Muffled groaning came from the other side as more and more Creepers began to pile up against the door. Korra vaguely remembered the broken windows. As far as she knew, those things didn't know how to climb but that didn't exactly calm Korra.
"Shit!" The guy, Mako stated. "We gotta get out of here!" He looked at Korra with a raised eyebrow. "Is there another way out of here?"
"I don't know." Korra replied, uncertain.
Mako's eyebrow rose higher. "What do you mean you don't know."
"I mean there isn't another way out downstairs!" Korra didn't know who this guy was but her patience's with this guy was getting thinner and thinner really quickly.
"Is there one upstairs?"
"I don't know. Maybe. There's probably access to the roof or something."
The pounding on the door was getting louder and harder as the force increased. More Creepers were determined to get the windows, Korra could see that they were pounding on the sides of the house and as old as this house was, with the rotting wood, they probably had minutes at the most the get out.
"We don't have time!" The guy with the green shirt exclaimed.
"I know, Bolin!" Mako nearly shouted. "Come on! Everyone upstairs!"
The three of them ran up the stairs just as the first of probably fifty Creepers busted through the door. The place was quickly filled with the sounds of groaning, grunting, and uneven footsteps. Once they reached the top step, they ran down the short hallway and into one of the rooms. It was a master bedroom that had a messed up bed and a heavy looking dresser.
"Great." The guy, Bolin, groaned. "Now what do we do?"
Korra looked at the dresser and at the door. From the outside, she heard the Creepers shuffling towards it, getting closer and closer. Korra ran to the dresser and began to push it.
"What are you doing?" Mako asked.
"Trying to buy use some time." Korra grunted. Man, this dresser was heavy. "Help me!"
Mako ran to the dresser and helped Korra push it against the door. Once it reached its destination, they moved away from it just as the herd began to pound against the door.
"Okay..." Mako trailed off and looked at Korra expectantly. "Now what?"
Korra looked around. This room was empty. Nothing but a window. Wait, a window! Korra ran towards it and opened it. Apparently it was the only one that wasn't broken. She leaned out of the window. The sun was just showing above the horizon and the air was pretty chilly but Korra didn't are about that. She looked down at the grass below them. It was clear. She turned and looked at the two guys behind her.
"Here's our way out." She stated, gesturing towards the window.
Mako pushed past her and looked out the window. His eyes widened at the distance between the window and the ground. He came back inside the house and looked at Korra. His face was so funny looking, Korra almost wanted to laugh. Almost.
"Are you out of your mind?!" He asked, waving his arms. "We can't jump from there! It's way too high!"
"Do you have any other ideas!?" Korra asked.
"We stand our ground and fight!"
"No! I don't know about you but I'm running out of bullets and I don't want to waste them on a herd that's just going to rip us apart anyway!"
"She's right, Mako!" Bolin interjected. "We're already running low as it is! We shouldn't waste it! We just jump out the window and get back to camp!"
"We just jump out the window and we'll break our fucking necks!" Mako restated.
"Would you rather it get ripped out of you?" Korra asked as sarcastically as she could.
The pounding increased and the dresser began to move out of place.
"Fuck!" Mako screamed. He ran towards the dresser and began to push it back against the door. It shut but he wasn't going to be able to hold it very long.
"The window is the only way!" Korra stated. "The worst we'll get is a sprained ankle! We can make this jump!"
Mako didn't reply and just kept holding the dresser to the door. Korra groaned and looked at Bolin.
"Come on." She said. She took off her backpack and threw it out the window.
"We can't leave him!" Bolin insisted.
"We're not! I'll throw him if I to! But we need someone down there to catch us in case one of us slips and you're clearly the strongest one here! You need to get out first!"
Bolin considered this for a moment. A moment that they didn't have. Mako's strength was already starting to give out as Creepers began pushing even harder and harder. Finally, Bolin nodded.
"Okay." He said. He then took off his own pack and threw it out the window. Slowly, he climbed out of the window, feet first, until he was hanging by his hands. He then let go of the ledge and dropped down. He landed on his feet but lost his balance and fell backwards.
"You okay?" Korra called.
Bolin stood up slowly. He grabbed his pack and put it on. He then looked up and nodded and held is hands up, waiting for Korra to come down.
Korra turned and looked at Mako. He was on his knees with his hands still on the dresser, still trying to keep the Creepers from coming in. He was failing. The door cracked opened and a bunch of limbs started to come through the crack. They couldn't stay here much longer.
"Dude!" Korra called. "We have to go!"
"We can still fight!" Mako grunted.
"Christ, how stupid are you!? If you don't go, you'll die! Think about the other guy. Bolin? Is he you're brother? What would happen to him if something happened to you?"
Mako strained against the dresser. This guy was so fucking stubborn. Finally, he let the dresser go, forcing Korra to use her own strength to keep the Creepers from breaking in. They looked at each other. Mako looked at the window and back to Korra.
"You're insane." He stated.
"I know." Korra replied. "Go!"
Mako ran to the window. Taking off his pack, he threw it out the window. Then, he climbed out feet first until he was hanging by his fingers. On the count of three, he let go and dropped.
Finally, Korra thought. She then remembered that she had yet to leave. She turned until her back was against the dresser. Taking a deep breath, she sprinted towards the window and began to climb out just as the Creepers managed to get into the bedroom. Just as Korra was about to hang herself by her hands, a particularly fast Creeper managed to grab her by the shirt and tugged her towards it's disgusting mouth. Korra jerked backwards and in the process, her momentum threw her off as she lost her grip and fell towards the ground. Bolin wasn't prepared to catch her, so Korra ended up falling hard onto her back. Her back flared with pain but she tried her hardest not to worry about that. She struggled against the Creeper that was trying so hard to bite her. Suddenly, Mako came out of nowhere and kicked the Creeper off of Korra. Once it was on the ground, Mako raised his boot and brought it down hard on its head. Blood and brains flew everywhere. Some managed to get on Korra's face. She groaned at the grossness and horrid taste as some managed to get in her mouth. Turning her head and spitting out as much of the taste as possible, Korra slowly stood up. Slowly, as her back ached and screamed in disapproval.
Once she stood up, Bolin was at her side. "I'm sorry!" He stated, trying to explain why he didn't catch her. "I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention and I was making sure Mako was okay and-"
"It's fine." Korra grunted, rubbing her back. She grabbed her pack and put it on her back. "We got out. That's all that matters."
There was groaning. Korra looked up at the window that she had fallen out of. That drop was farther than she thought it was. The Creepers were trying to reach them. Some managed to get out, only to succeed in fall to the ground and splattering all over the ground, head first. Korra turned and looked at Mako and Bolin.
"We're not safe yet." She stated. "We need to move."
The boys nodded. Bolin spoke up . "We have a camp not that far from here. We have food and supplies there. We might have something for your back. You want to come back with us?"
Korra looked at Bolin and then Mako. He crossed his arms and looked away. Something about this guy really pushed Korra's buttons but he seemed like an okay guy. They both did. Korra looked back at Bolin and shrugged.
"Sure." She said.
Bolin grinned. "Great! Come on. It's not that far, only a thirty minute walk."
"Let's go." Mako grunted (that seemed to be about the only thing he did). He pushed past Korra again and this time, she had to resist the urge to punch him in the mouth. Once he was out of earshot, she turned and looked at Bolin.
"What's his deal?" She asked
"Don't mind him." He said. "He's just been through a lot."
"We've all be through a lot. Doesn't give him permission to act like a dick." Korra muttered.
"He's always like this when we meet new people. Trust me. He'll come around once he gets to know you."
"Yeah. Sure."
"Come on. Let's catch up before we lose him."
Bolin jogged to catch up with Mako while Korra just walked. It hurt to take a step but she just gritted her teeth and powered through it. She just hoped this walk wasn't as long as Bolin said it was.
Korra was wrong. It was longer than what Bolin said. Okay, no it wasn't but it felt that way to her feet. Korra trailed behind both boys, her head down, scanning every leaf on the ground that laid in her wake. She decided not to try to make conversation with them. She didn't know them and they didn't know her. For all she knew, they were crazy murderers and for all they knew, she was a insane cannibal. She wasn't. Korra scrunched up her nose at the idea. Eating people? That was horrible and not to mention sick. Korra made a silent promise to herself that no matter how hungry she got, she would never, ever resort to eating someone.
Due to her head being down, Korra didn't notice Bolin slowing down until he was walking the same pace as Korra, step by step.
"So..." Bolin started. Korra looked at him. "I don't think we properly introduced ourselves. My name's Bolin, but you can call me Bo for short. That guy up there, all stodgy and grumpy, is my brother, Mako."
"Yeah." Korra muttered. "I already caught on to both of your names."
"Okay...that's cool..."
Silence ensued for a long moment. Bolin opened his mouth then closed it. He looked as if he had something to say.
"Are you gonna tell me yours?" Bolin inquired finally.
"Tell you what?" Korra asked.
"Your name, duh."
Korra inspected him. She hadn't had a chance to examine it up close. His hair, despite the duck tail, was sticking out in a lot of places. His eyes were a deep forest green color and above those were thick eyebrows. His nose was small but prominent on his face. His clothes were ripped and tattered, littered with grass and blood stains. Korra wondered if it were his own or someone else's. This guy looked innocent enough but his eyes told a different story. A dark, tragic. They looked sad, despite his upbeat demeanor. Full of sorrow, misery, melancholy. It made Korra wonder what this guy had been through and what he had to do to get to this point.
Korra decided to answer his question. "Why?" She asked, a little harsher than intended.
Bolin looked taken aback by the bite in Korra's voice. "I just thought that, well, since you saved us, that I could at least know your name."
Korra almost felt bad about how she answered. She sighed. "Look, I'm sorry. It's just...it's been a long time since I've met anyone or anything who wasn't trying to bite me or shoot me. I'm a little weary of who I meet."
"I understand. Things are different, and it changes people. I don't blame you for how you acted. I probably would have done the same."
It was silent again for a little while. They managed to walk another twenty feet before Bolin spoke up, breaking the stillness.
"You know, when I saw you, raising your gun at Mako, I thought you were gonna shoot him." He declared.
"Yeah,I almost did." Korra spoke.
"Well, I'm glad you didn't. He may not seem like it, but he's actually a really good guy."
Korra snorted. "I'll believe it when I see it."
"He is!" Bolin stated, full of certainty. Korra nearly laughed at his enthusiasm. Nearly.
"Korra." She finally said.
"What?" Bolin asked.
"My name. It's Korra."
"Korra. Huh...nice name. It suits you."
"Thanks."
"No problem. How's the back?"
Korra placed her right hand on the small of her back. The pain, though still present, had withdrawn to a pulsing throb. Not unbearable, and if Korra didn't think about it, it was almost as if she hadn't fallen out of a window and right onto her back.
"Better than it was fifteen minutes ago." Korra replied.
Bolin winced. "I'm still really sorry about not catching you."
"I already told you it was okay. You checked on your brother, making sure he was okay. I would have done the same if I had a brother. Besides, I'm thankful that I'm even walking. It could have been much worse."
"Yeah...it could have been. I'm just glad you're okay."
"I'm surprised that you guys didn't ditch me back there."
Bolin raised an eyebrow. "Why would we do that?"
"I don't know. Most people are like 'every man for himself.' I thought that you would have left." Korra replied.
"No. I could never leave anyone behind. Cramps my style. Besides, you saved my ass, and not to mention Mako's. You could have killed us when you had the chance but you didn't. Instead you helped us. We couldn't leave you."
Korra blushed a little. For some reason, that comment warmed her heart. Her cold, aching heart. It had been a while since Korra had heard anything like that. She hadn't expected it to come from anyone, much less a complete stranger.
"Also." Bolin continued. "I believe in strength in numbers. Mako doesn't. That's why we tend to stick to ourselves and since he's older and I look up to him, I usually listen to him."
"Strength in numbers?" Korra asked.
"Yeah. You know, us humans sticking together to survive and all that."
"Oh. Well, I've been on my own for a while now."
"You have? How long?"
"I don't know. Maybe a few months? I kind of lost track. I can't even remember what day it is."
"Well, how did you end up on your own?"
Korra looked down at the ground. She watched as her boots fell heavily towards the ground, crunching every leaf in her path and leaving broken pieces all over the ground, resembling how she felt. Broken, shattered. She refused to look back up at Bolin.
"I'm sorry." Bolin apologized. " I shouldn't have asked. It's none of my business."
Korra held back a sniffle that threatened to make an appearance. She didn't want to show any weakness around these guys, but something told her that if she were, they would comfort her, at least, Bolin would.
"It's fine." Korra muttered, looking straight ahead. She readjusted the straps of her backpack.
The rest of the walk was filled with an awkward silence. Bolin picked up the pace until he walked ahead of Korra but behind Mako. It looked like they were walking in a single file line. It brought back memories from Korra's elementary school days. How she would paint stick figures in art class, or laugh at her classmates falling out of their chair from leaning back too far, or eating cupcakes whenever it was somebody's birthday. It seemed so long ago, so far, so out of reach. Korra couldn't help but wonder where her old classmates were now.
Probably dead.
Korra shook her head. Great, more thoughts to keep her awake at night.
After about ten more minuets of walking, the trio had made it to another abandoned house. Because of the day that Korra had, a day that was just barely starting, she didn't want to see another house for a while, but she just dealt with it and fought the instinct to run. She followed the boys through the forever growing grass and to the steps of the single story house. It was painted an ugly green color and parts of the roof was missing but Korra could see why they chose this place to hide out. It was small and out of the way. Korra had to give them kudos on picking a decent house. It was the perfect hide out. She watched as Mako and Bolin climbed the steps and walked in. Korra followed suit, closing the door behind them. She turned and watched the boys walk right into the living, dropping their packs and flopping right onto a worn out couch. Bolin groaned and Mako just tilted his head back.
"Are you just gonna stand there?" Bolin asked.
Korra blinked, realizing just how long she had been standing and watching. Slowly and cautiously, making sure to keep one hand near her gun and the other near her knife, she walked into the living room. The light coming through the windows left dark shadows all over the floor, although it made things easier to see. Korra walked to the couch that was adjacent to the one the brothers were sitting and sat down.
Mako leaned forward and grabbed his pack and dragged it towards him until it was between his boots. Leaning down, he unzipped it and began to rummage through it. From the outside, it looked flat, so Korra tell that there wasn't a lot of stuff in there. The same went for Bolin's backpack. When Mako rose up, he tossed a bottle at Korra, who barely caught it. She turned the bottle in her hands and read the label. Aspirin. She looked at Mako with a raised eyebrow.
"For your back." He clarified without looking at Korra.
Korra nodded and opened the bottle. She took out two small, white pills and twisted the top back on. She tossed it back to Mako and then looked down at the pills. She hated pills. The way they looked, the way they tasted, the way they smelled, the way the felt. Everything. They reminded her of rocks.
Just do it quick. Korra thought.
She popped the pills in her mouth. She then tilted her head back and swallowed the pills as fast as she could. She shivered at the horrible taste before looking straight ahead.
"It'll be good to eat something with that." Mako muttered, leaning back on the couch and crossing his arms.
"Oh, food!" Bolin exclaimed. Korra hoped he wasn't loud like this all the time. She watched as he began to grab his backpack, look through it and pull out a can of mandarin oranges.
Korra grabbed her own pack and looked through it. She took out a can of ravioli and a knife that she reserved for opening cans. She placed the items between her legs before zipping her pack closed and tossing it to the floor. She then grabbed the can in her left and the knife in her right and began to cut the metal top open. It was a bit of a struggle, but she managed to get the top open. She took it off and placed it on the floor so the sauce was sticking straight up. Then, using her knife, she stabbed at the ravioli and brought the knife to her mouth, careful not to cut her mouth or tongue on accident. The ravioli was cold and it wasn't really that good, but it would keep Korra from starving.
She looked over at Mako, who had just closed his eyes. Bolin looked over at him too.
"You not gonna eat, bro?" He asked, his mouth full of mandarin.
Mako's eyes flew open. Even from her spot on the couch, she could see the bags under his eyes, "No. I'm not hungry. You eat though. You need it."
"So do you. You haven't eaten in at least two days. You gotta be starving."
"I'll eat later, okay?"
Bolin pouted. "Okay." He went back to his oranges.
Korra placed another ravioli in her mouth and chewed slowly, watching as Mako closed his eyes again. She looked over at Bolin, who just shrugged and began to drink the juice that was in his can.
After a long while, as the sun kept getting higher and higher in the sky -Korra guessed it was about eight in the morning-, Korra had long finished her breakfast and watched as the room became lighter and lighter with each passing minute. She thought about the event that had happened today. Funny how it had only happened about an hour ago. It seemed so much longer. Creepers, guns, falling from windows. Korra closed her eyes, leaned back, and replayed what had happened in her head. She was seriously surprised that she hadn't broken her back because of that fall. It wasn't short but not long, either. In fact, when she fell, it felt as if she were going in slow motion. As if she were slowly waiting for the impact of hitting the ground to rattle her body. She had been in incredible pain but she managed to get out of the situation mostly unscathed. Possibly because of the adrenaline coursing through her body. Maybe someone was out there, looking out for her. Maybe it wasn't her time yet. Maybe they decided that she needed to live longer. Deserved to live longer.
Korra couldn't decide whether or not that was a good thing or not.
She decided not to go too much into that. If someone really was looking out for her, then she would know if she made it to the end. To the end of the Hell she was going through.
Korra opened her eyes and looked around the room. It was empty, except for the bookshelf that was across the room from her. Ironically, there was no books on it. Korra wondered if that meant something. Probably nothing. The walls were peeling of the white paint that had once coated them. The ceiling was bumpy and hanging a bit lower than Korra liked. The floor was very dirty and had blood stains all over it. Korra wondered how long it had been there.
She had been thinking a lot lately.
She blinked and began to stretch. The pills were starting to kick in and her back wasn't throbbing anymore. At least, not as much as it had been earlier. She stretched her arms, legs, and torso, popping each of her joints. She then tilted her head to the left and right, popping it on both sides, Then, lacing her fingers together, she pushed them outwards and began to pop her fingers and she curled her toes in her boots, popping those as well. She stopped when she heard Bolin groan. She glanced over in his direction with a raised eyebrow.
"Can you not do that?" He whined. "That's gross."
Korra let out a breath through her nose. "What?" She asked. She the popped her thumbs. "That?"
"Yes, that! It sounds nasty!"
"Well, it's just your luck. I'm done."
"Good."
Korra took a deep breath, held it for a few seconds, then let it go. She blinked again. Despite the thrill of what happened and how long she slept last night, her eyes stung with fatigue. She yawned.
"You can go to sleep." Bolin stated. "It's been a long day."
"It's not even noon." Korra rejected.
"Just sleep. You'll need it. Trust me. You'll be glad that you did. Besides, I like taking first watch."
Korra examined him. His expression seemed genuine but she still wasn't sure. Before she could argue and reject further, she yawned again.
"Fine." She talked through her yawn. "But only for a couple of hours. Wake me if something happens."
"Sure thing." Bolin stated. He then raised his hand to his forehead in a mock salute.
Korra just rolled her eyes and leaned over sideways, placing her feet up on the end of the couch. She shut her eyes and it didn't take long for her to fall into a deep slumber.
Crying. Screaming. Shouts of anguish and broken voices that were lost in the wind and crackling of the fire. That's all Korra heard as the Creepers invaded the camp. Early days of the Outbreak and people thought it would only last a few weeks. Boy, they were wrong. It was stupid, really. Why were they hiding out so close to the city? Korra had wanted to move camp the second she realized how the city was. About a twenty minute walk from where each and every one of these people stood. But she couldn't. It wasn't her call. But she knew something like this would happen. She didn't know how she knew, but she did. It was set in stone, never to be erased.
Creepers had come in the middle of the night, surprising everyone. The group had hit the jackpot with the food. Tony and Andrea managed to find a full grown buck and now here they were, sitting around the campfire, chowing down on the tender deer meat. It had been days since any of them had had a cooked meal, somewhat, so they tried to savor each and every bite. Everyone was chatting and laughing, talking about what they would be doing if the shit hadn't hit the fan. Korra just sat in between her mother and her father, smiling at whatever joke Tahno had to crack or just enjoying the warmth of the crackling fire. If she didn't know better, it would have felt like just a normal camping trip. Sitting along the fire and having a good time with friends. But Korra knew better and she just couldn't help but feel a little shiver travel down her spine. This felt wrong. They shouldn't be so loud and out in the open like this. Korra's breathing picked up slightly, as if she could sense something. As if something bad was about to happen.
"We got anymore salt?" Kai had asked. "My meat tastes kind of dull."
"Yeah." Derrick had replied, getting up from his seat on the ground and stretching. "I got some packets back in my tent. I'll get them. Anyone else want any? I have a whole bunch of 'em."
Six hands flew up, Korra's mother and father's included. Derrick let out a chuckle before walking away and disappearing into his tent. The talking and laughing started back up. It only lasted a while before they had heard Derrick's scream pierce the chilly air.
Her father stood up, his deer falling to the ground. "What the...?
Everyone turned as they saw Derrick stumble back to the group, his hand to his neck as blood poured down his body. He wasn't the only one to show up. He had returned with a pack of Creepers, a pack bigger than what Korra had become used to seeing. At least twenty of them were stumbling towards them, groaning and gnashing their jaws.
The group panicked. Everyone had gotten up and began to run away, only to be stopped by another pack of Creepers coming from behind. Korra stood where she was, shocked at the size of the group. She wondered what had attracted them to this place. The loud talking and laughing? The bright light from the camp fire? A combination of the two? Most defiantly.
Korra watched as many of her group members go down from being grabbed and eaten alive. Piercing screams and gun shot from those who kept their weapons on them nearly made Korra go deaf. But still, Korra couldn't move. She continued to watch in fascinated horror at the scene that was unfolding in front of her.
Too late, she realized that she shouldn't just be standing there. She was blinked and saw that a Creeper had walked its way right towards her. In a haste, Korra tried to pull out her gun but she was too slow. The Creeper tackled her and sent her to the ground.
Korra bolted straight up. She looked around, unaware and unfamiliar with her surroundings. Thinking she was in danger, she pulled out her gun and aimed it at the first person she saw.
Bolin held his hands up in a panic. "Whoa!"
Korra blinked a few times before her memories came running back to her. Creepers, guns, windows. Right. She looked over at Mako, with his own gun raised and trained at a spot on her forehead. Sighing, Korra put her gun away.
"Sorry." She muttered, rubbing her eyes. "I didn't recognize where I was. Thought I was in danger."
Bolin slowly put his hands down. "It's cool. It happens."
Mako looked at Korra up and down before putting his own gun away.
Korra stretched her arms and looked around. She noticed that despite the dream, or nightmare, she had just had, she felt better rested than she had felt in a while. She also noticed that the room was so much brighter than it was before she fell asleep. She looked out of the window and saw that the sun was high in the sky. She guessed it was about twelve, maybe one in the afternoon? She looked at Bolin.
"I told you to wake me in a couple hours." She said.
"I thought you needed the sleep." Bolin stated. "I could tell that you were tired by the way you were yawning earlier. Besides, Mako insisted."
Korra looked at Mako with a raised eyebrow. He didn't look at her. Korra returned her gaze to Bolin. She tried to find it in her to be mad at him, but she just couldn't. She felt rested and ready to take on a group of Creepers. She wasn't going to do that though. That would get her killed.
Korra looked down at the floor and noticed that there was a map laid out. She pointed at it.
"What's this for?" She asked.
"We're planning out a route for a supply run. We're running low on stuff. " Bolin replied.
Mako pointed at a stop on the map. He then dragged his finger across it. "There's a small city here." He explained. "The last time we went on a run, we tried to go there but the place was overrun. That was about a month ago. It should be mostly, if not all the way, clear. But just in case, we'll go around to the other side." He moved his finger to the other side of the map and trailed around. "It'll be longer but it's better to be safe than run into a pack of those things. There's a lot of stores and pharmacies here. Stock up on some food and medicine. We take as much as we can fill in our packs and then we come back here."
Korra took a look at the map. She wasn't the best at reading them but she did her best. "That city's not close." She stated. "We're not going to walk there, are we?"
"No." Bolin replied. "We have a truck behind the house that'll take us there. I don't know if she has it in her to bring us all back, though and we don't have that much gas."
"So what do we do if the truck stops working or run out of gas?"
"We find another car."
"And if we can't find another car?"
"Then we walk back." Mako stated, taking the map and folding it up, putting it away in his backpack. "We won't make it back before nightfall without a car, so we'll just have to find a place to hold out for the night, and keep going in the morning."
Korra was a little skeptical about this plan. There were a lot of things that could go wrong. The city could still be overflowing with Creepers. There could be hostile people. The city might have already been scavenged and been left bone dry. Someone could get bitten. The noise of the truck could attract unwanted guests. This was a huge risk.
But it was one Korra was willing to take.
She looked at Mako and saw that he was looking at her directly in her eyes for the first time. Korra looked into them. Unlike his brother, they were a bright amber color. They seemed to be glinting. But just like Bolin, they were also, if not more, filled with horrible sadness, as if he had seen too much.
He probably has.
"Are you in?" He asked.
Korra nodded. "I'm in."
"Okay." Mako leaned back into the couch. "We should get going now. If everything goes as planned, we should be back before dark with our packs filled to the top."
Korra nearly rolled her eyes. This was the apocalypse, which meant nothing would go the way as planned.
Korra just grabbed her pack and put it on. She stood up with Mako and Bolin.
"Alright." Korra said. "If were gonna do this, we better get a move on."
The brothers nodded in agreement. They all walked out the door of the house and around to the back to be greeted by an old, rusty looking truck. The paint job was horrible as it was chipping and the whole thing looked as if it was going to collapse even at the lightest touch. Bolin looked at Korra and saw her look.
"It's not the most reliable, but it gets the job done." He promised.
Korra took a deep breath and sighed through her nose. She then walked to trunk of the truck and placed her backpack in it. She kept her knives and gun on her. Mako and Bolin followed her actions. Then, Korra walked to the side of the truck and opened the door. She cringed as the door gave off a loud, screeching sound as it opened. She climbed in and sat in the middle, with Bolin getting in on her right and Mako getting in the driver's seat. He reached over and took the keys out of the glove compartment. Putting it in the ignition, the truck roared to life, though it sounded like a dying whale. This truck was nowhere near quiet. Korra hoped they would move soon before Creepers started to show. Finally, Mako put the car into drive and the trio were on their way to the city.
This a bad idea. Korra's mind screamed.
They're going to get you killed.
You're not going to make it back alive.
Shut up! Korra thought. She tried her hardest to remain positive. They were going to get the supplies and get back her before dark. A simple 'get in and get out'
Something told Korra that this was going to be anything but simple.
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