Chapter 3
Authors Note: Warning! Yes, this chapter is about real life people aka the actors who play Connor and Murphy and Daryl. I said I would write about them in my summary. Don't yell at me because I'm not the only one to do it. Don't like, don't read.
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"Remind me again where we're going."
"Relax Norm, the suns about down now, we can probably stop here for the night."
With that, Norman dropped his bag and immediately lit a cigarette. Sean stopped to sit against a tree facing Norman and started looking through his bag for food.
"Really Sean, what are we doing out here," Norman asked, "We've just been wondering around the cities for weeks since this thing started. Now you decide to come out to the woods, do we even have a plan?"
"No idea. It's not my fault we got stuck in Georgia when the world went to hell," Sean replied. "For now all we can do is keep moving and keep looking for food."
Norman was pacing nervously, looking around at the trees, and sucking on his cancer stick. "I know we're running out of food, but should we just be hanging out in the middle of the woods at night," Norman asked, looking around at the ten square feet of open space around them that wasn't covered by trees.
"Got a better idea, I'd like to hear it. We can't stay in the cities anymore, their packed with zombies. It's probably safer out here, probably less of 'em out here and we can start huntin' around here tomorrow," Sean stated, making his case.
"Alright, I was just thinking, you know," Norman said, finally sitting down and leaning against a tree opposite from Sean.
"Well that explains why you've been actin' weird today. Stop it, you're gonna hurt yourself," Sean joked as he tossed a bottle of water hitting Norman square in the chest, receiving a quiet 'fuck you' and a small smile from Norman.
"If we eat tonight we're gonna have to try and start huntin' tomorrow cause we'll be 'bout out of food."
"Well since I'm starving, I think we're hunting tomorrow," Norman replied.
Sean nodded and continued to sift through his bag. He was able to find a bag of beef jerky and a bag of stale ranch onion chips. Sean sighed, realizing this was probably the last time he was going to eat real food. He opened the bags and set them on the ground between Norman and himself.
An hour later they had eaten their food and now sat in the dark with a small flashlight stuck in the dirt to give them some light. The nights were starting to get colder and every few minutes you could feel a light breeze. Norman and Sean sat with their legs tangled together and a light blanket from Sean's bag was thrown over their legs. Norman lit another cigarette and blew a smoke ring over the light of the flashlight, watching it dissipate. It was a nice cool evening and the guys just sat enjoying the comfortable silence.
But the silence was broken a minute later by a high pitched scream and the two turned to look through the trees behind Norman. Soon they could hear more people start screaming and guns started going off. Norman turned back to look at Sean and at that moment they had the same thought, 'What the hell?'
"Alrigh' get up. We need to move," Sean stated after a moment's thought. He stood and started to roll up the blanket. Norman didn't argue as he put out his cigarette, grabbing the flashlight and his bag off the ground, and waited for Sean to start walking. Sean pulled out a flashlight of his own and the two started walking, moving quicker than earlier, through the trees.
"Well now what do we do," Norman asked in a hushed voice.
"Well it sounds like it's a little ways off, maybe across the river," Sean replied just as softly. "But let's go ahead and walk for a few minutes and get a little further up river. We'll stop for the night then take off first thing in the mornin'."
"What do we do about eating?"
"Hopefully we'll find somethin' as we go along tomorrow," Sean reassured.
They continued to walk in silence and not ten minutes later the screams and gun shoots died off. The woods were silent and still again. The only thing that could be heard now was the sound of wind and the soft crunch of leaves as they continued to walk.
They walked for about another thirty minutes and then dropped their bags once more. They each sat down against a tree across from each other and threaded their legs together once more. Sean pulled his blanket back out of his bag and threw it over their legs.
"Hopefully there won't be any more surprises," Sean commented, offhandedly.
"We better try to get some sleep," Norman replied, "Night."
"G'night." They both turned off their flashlights and fell into a light sleep.