Chapter 3
Early the next morning, the adults were gathering sufficient supplies to survive for at least 90 days. They knew that surviving and finding a new, safer place to live was not going to be a short term journey. However, hopefully having at least three months of supplies would get them settled. Boris knew the more time they had dedicated to forming a plan when they left, the better.
They all had their own jobs to carry in their large rucksacks.
Mandy was carrying the things they needed for their basic survival. She carried jugs of water, what canned good they had left, the blankets, medications, a knife, toilet paper, menstrual products for her self, their toothbrushes and toothpaste, plastic garbage bags and ties and bleach. She also made sure to pack some warm, long sleeved clothing since winter was right around the corner.
Warren was carrying the supplies that they needed for just getting by.
He was carrying batteries, two flashlights, matches, a small pot, a few plastic eating-ware, rope, a can opener, camp stove and propane, some duct tape, water filters and an axe. Boris was in charge of the heavy lifting. He was carrying the fold up army beds, most of Mandy's cooking utensils, a gun and Bendy. The child wasn't stupid.
He knew that they were never coming back to the only place he'd ever known.
As soon as the sky was showing daylight, they climbed out of the shelter for the last time. It was kind of sad thinking they had to leave the place they once called home. They had all decided that they'd shut the door but keep it unlocked, just in case any other survivors happened to pass through and needed a safe place to spend the night.
"So, what's the plan brother?" Warren asked.
"The town's not to far from here, there's got to been some more supplies there." He replied.
"The town?" Mandy asked in shock. "We haven't been there in years, not since shit really hit the fans."
"That was when there were hundreds of people rampaging in the streets, we were lucky to survive the people, never mind tha monsters." Warren added.
"That was years ago, any human in their right mind wouldn't of left ages ago, if we're lucky we might find some supplies like cans or medical stuff, I know it's a slim chance but it's the only chance we've got, anyone of you got any better ideas?" He asked. The couple shared a look, but didn't say anything else, knowing he was right...
Their safe house was in the forest right outside the town of Wiltham. Wiltham was the hometown of Boris, Mandy and Warren. The central area of Wiltham was small, quiet and was very peaceful until 'The Crisis' occurred. The streets of the town were completely empty, full of nothing but crumbling buildings and abandoned old cars.
"So, what we lookin' fer?" Warren asked.
"A car with some diesel." He replied. "We can't walk everywhere, if we get a car with just a little bit of fuel then we can get a good distance between us and this town."
"Bro, look at this place! Ya really think we'll find a working car here?" He asked. Boris looked around and saw his brother had a good point. All the cars were either wrecked, had their parts removed or the tires were flat.
"I know it looks bad, but there's got to be something we can use." He replied. Warren shook his head, but didn't say anything. All of a sudden there was a loud blood curling scream that echoed throughout the empty streets. The two men turned around and saw a young woman burst from a store with three monsters following behind her.
They were the three Butcher Gang members; Striker, Fisher and Piper.
These guys were the stuff of nightmares. Piper was a replica of the old cartoon character known as Charlie. However, it looked rather twisted and disfigured in it's physical form. Both of each eyes were mutilated in different manner; it's right eye was gouged out and filled with some kind of ink, while sporting an X-shape with small stitches for the left eye.
It's mouth was always wide open as if screaming, with human-like teeth.
It wore a single black shoe on it's left leg and had a plunger for it's right leg to mimic a peg-leg which gave it a limp when running. It's arms were long and skinny and it wore a white glove on it's right hand. It's left arm looked stiff in a position similar to a scarecrow and also missing it's left hand. It's coat had a hole in the bottom of his stomach to reveal innards.
Fisher was a replica of the old cartoon character known as Barely.
Fisher's rounded body of Barely looked almost perfect in condition and wore what resembled a tight black suit. It wore a pair of boot-like shoes and a wooden sign for a buckle from it's belt which says 'LIAR' written in ink. It also wore a pair of white gloves sprinkled with ink. It's neck was replaced with an old wooden fishing rod, which allowed it's head to dangle by a thread similar to a fishing bobber.
There was a wooden, fish-shaped cutout dangling from the top of the rod by the hook.
While it's left usual-oval eye now resembles a large hole with an X-shape for a pupil. The squarish ears were ripped off. The left side of it's face were covered with growth-like tumors sporting either white boils or warts. It's big-lipped mouth remained open and contained a small set of false teeth slightly resembling of the nutcracker.
Striker was a replica of the old cartoon character known as Edgar.
But the whole descriptive looked was enough to make it's appearance entirely unrecognisable and bizarrely different to it's original form for comparison. The lower part of it's face was replaced with cartoon lips sewn together whilst possessing only few amount of stitches. It's right eye patch was replaced with a movable human-like eyeball and a left pie eye gazed in a shocked emotion.
The four upper legs were replaced with three, thin arms ending with hands that wore two-darted white gloves.
What remained for it's body was a long pear-shaped stomach and two short legs with shoes. It's right foot weirdly moved when walking in non-alarm state and dragged it's left foot when running. Regardless though, it was a very fast runner. The woman was running around in a blind panic, desperately trying to get away from the monsters.
But her screams were only drawing more to her.
"Fuckin' idiot." Warren hissed as Boris raised his gun to save the woman, but he stopped him. "Wait!"
"What for?"
"Think about it, if she keeps screamin' like that she can draw them all out of their holes and we can focus on finding a working car." He suggested. Boris was about the argue when he saw the woman staring at them before she snapped.
"HELP ME! PLEASE HELP ME!" She howled when suddenly a Piper suddenly jumped on her and knocked her to the ground. Within seconds of falling, the monsters started climbing and crawling all over her. Boris cringed at her screams and the pool of blood forming under them.
"Jesus, Mary and Joseph." He muttered in horror.
"Let's go." Warren said and the two walked away from the gruesome scene...