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King County, Georgia.

After the supposed mutiny, Charlie and Alan set out on their own. They had no idea how long it would take for them to return to their homes, but they were determined to try.

"How far are we from my house dude?" Charlie inquired as Alan closed his eyes to think.

"Um...I think about 17 miles...maybe 19, depending on if we run into any trouble." Alan estimated as Charlie took a deep breath.

"What do you think is going to happen?" Charlie asked.

"What do you mean?" Alan asked in return.

"I mean, when we get home; what do you think will happen with our parents and all that?" young Grant clarified as young Hayes took a deep breath of his own.

"If i'm being completely honest...I have no idea, my curly white friend." he admitted. "I mean, our families did stand by us through the trial...but they got a lot of shit from the neighbors and their letters started getting less frequent."

"Maybe they think we are guilty, do you think they would turn us back in?" Charlie asked fearfully.

"Come on man, even if they won't hide us, I seriously doubt they'll turn us back in." Alan insisted. "Odds are that our moms will just pack us a couple of brown bag lunches and tell us to hit the road." Neither boy wanted to believe that their families would toss them out into the streets on their asses. They were hopeful that the whole idea of parents having unconditional love for their children was legit, but did they really want to give them a chance to prove Charlie and Alan wrong?

"The first thing we have to do is get a change of clothes, if someone sees us in these jumpsuits, their first thought is going to be prison escapees." Charlie pointed out.

"Good call bro." Alan replied as the boys took off their jump suit tops leaving their standard white t shirts. They also stripped their pants which had the letters DOJC on them which stood for Department of Juvenile Corrections. Thus, the boy had nothing but a t shirt, a pair of shoes and socks, and their literal tighty whities.

"First pair of pants we see, we are grabbing." Alan insisted.

"You got that right." Charlie agreed as they both felt exposed at wearing only t shirts and underwear in public. They walked along the streets for a while, searching for any signs of life, but it appeared that the entire city had been deserted.

"What in the Hell happened bro? King County isn't very big...but this is nothing." Alan asked in disbelief as they walked through the ghost town.

"I have no freaking idea dude...i'm telling you, this is freaky." Charlie replied sadly as he felt a twinge of sadness at seeing his former home in such a state of disarray. Shops were empty, cars were empty and parked haphazardly, and there were simply no people around to be seen. The King County Juvenile detention center had been on the outskirts of town and this had been the boys' first time outside its walls in the two years that they had spent in that horrid institution. Truthfully, Charlie and Alan had no idea what the town would be like when they got out; but they were hoping for something better than this.

"Bro look, I found pants!" Alan exclaimed as he led his homie over to an abandoned thrift store that had a stand outside of it with donated clothes. Charlie found a pair of sweatpants and Charlie picked up a nice pair of blue jeans that fit him well enough. Now that they were fully clothed, they could continue on their journey home. They rummaged around the store for a moment and the only other decent find they made was a flashlight that Charlies decided to hold onto. As they were leaving the thrift shop, they saw a few people in the distance.

"Hey, what's going on!" Charlie shouted, hoping that they had answers. When they got closer, Charlie and Alan could not believe what they saw. These "people" weren't people at all. They were covered in blood and their skin looked grey and rotting.

"What in the Hell..." Alan muttered as the creatures started to come near the boys.

"Those look like...zombies." Charlie said fearfully.

"Zombies ain't real dude, it's just in the movies." Alan pointed as the zombies came closer, growling and nashing their teeth.

"We can debate their existence later, just run!" Charlie exclaimed as the boys hauled ass out of there. They only got about a block away and they ran into an even larger group of zombies.

"Haul ass dude, haul ass!" Alan yelled as the flesh eaters began lumbering towards them.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Charlie yelled in return as he and Alan ran until they found a fork in the road.

"Let's split up, you go left and i'll go right." Alan demanded.

"Are you serious dude?" Charlie asked in disbelief.

"The zombies will have to split up to take us, that improves our chances."

"But Alan..."

"There's not time, just go!" Alan exclaimed. "I'll meet you at your house!" Charlie swore to himself as he and his friend took off in different directions, possibly to never see each other again.

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