Chapter 1 - Camping
Day 1 - Peter's perspective
"Yo dude, your gonna be late for your interview if you keep sleeping like a pig here."
A voice has awoken me from my nap. It's Xavier, he's my housemate every since I entered college. And I really annoyed by him trying to wake me up everytime from my sweet dreams.
"Yeah, yeah. The interview starts at 4. Just gimme a break will ya?"
"Okay, fine. I'll just sit here and watch the 3pm news then."
"Yea.. that's better. zzZzzZ... Wait.. 3pm news!?"
Ohshitohshitohshit. The interview's in town. It's a couple of mile away from here.I immediately get up from the sofa and rush for the bedroom and get changed.
"Just a note for ya, they said that you don't have to dress up too formal for the interview." Xavier yelled.
"Got it!" I wear my favourite hooded jacket and baseball cap and storm out of the house.
When I opened the door, a strange, shivering man is standing in front of the gate.
"Can I help you, mister?"
The man just stood there without a response.
Doesn't matter, I'm really late for the interview now. I jumped inside my car and turned the engine on, preparing to move out. Suddenly, the strange man broke my windshield and pounced against me and started biting my from the neck.
"GARRRGHHHH!"
I jumped up and found my face against the piping above me.
"Owowow... my head..."
I'm still in the warehouse. I'm so glad that that was a dream. The funny thing is, has nobody found me yesterday?
This warehouse is pretty open and unsafe to have a good night sleep.
"Hey, are you okay? You knocked that pipe pretty hard there, kid."
It's the brown-haired guy from yesterday. Is he guarding me while I was asleep? Speaking of pipe...
"Damn it, it still hurts... please don't mention the pipe will ya?"
"Heheh.. Sorry 'bout that. Having a nightmare?"
"I guess... what are you doing here?"
"Just hanging around. My hideout collapsed and I have to move out from that shit hole."
"So you spend the whole night watching me sleep?"
"I'm not your friggin' fairy godfather in real life. I'm just... trying to find a new place to stay."
"Well, this warehouse isn't pretty bad for camping. Just clear the rubble in here and we'd earn ourselves a hideout."
"I guess I'll help out. Name's Miller, Marcus Miller." He lend out his hands to pick me up.
"Peter Lee." I rejected his helping hand and stood up.
"So, where should we start?" Marcus asked.
"How 'bout the barrels near the gate? We're gonna need a storage to put our things down."
"Sounds good, let's get started then."
While we're clearing up the junk piles around the warehouse, we've swapped stories of our life before the infection. And who knows that he's actually a musician, despite looking at his biker outfit.. Well, it would looked better if he wears a leather jacket instead of one ugly long-sleeved shirt.
"Hey, look what I found." Marcus draw out a revolver from a metal box and toss it to me. This gun looks like a police revolver to me. It's frame printed 'Taurus 9mm'.
"The grip's ruined."
"Gah, as long as it still fires bullet, it's a gun." He's right, and I don't have any guns with me. Might as well keep it then.
After a long day, we've managed to clear off a section of the rubble inside the compound and made us a simple storage from a metal box and a large plastic container.
"Well, that should do for today." I said, admiring our work.
"Here" Marcus handed me a can of sardines. "For a job well done today."
"Thanks." We sat down near the generator (I've sat on a barrel beside the gene) and have our lunch.
"So, Pete, do ya wanna head out and find some more food with me?"
"Nah, we're still plenty in food. How 'bout we trash the police station? This bad boy could need some ammo."
"Sounds like a plan. Let's go." We threw away our empty cans, grabbed our weapons and head off torwards our first mission as a team.
To be continued...