oneoddood; Another fantastic chapter, as we're the other two before this! I'm very interested in Trin and all her secrets. Though I'm guessing she's keeping secrets to protect herself. But in the zombie apocalypse you have to keep things close to heart so it doesn't turn around and bite you in the ass! Can't wait for more. Thank you again !
No problem!
So, in case you guys didn't realize, I'm trying to update this about once or twice a week. I'm sorry, but that's as often I'm going to be able to. Last week I almost got into some deep trouble with school because I left an essay I had to write until last minute, so I'm trying not to do that again. Thanks for understanding. Also, I'm starting to get more comfortable writing Trin as a secretive, creative person. Be ready for some shockers this chapter.
Strip poker is where if you lose the round, you have to take off a layer of clothing, then another layer of clothing, and so on.
I leaned against the wall in one of the rooms on the third floor. I guess everyone hung out mostly in this room, because everyone was in this room. Different people were in different areas, talking to different people. I felt like I was at one of my high school parties; distant and out of place everywhere.
Addy walked off towards Warren, leaving me on my own.
I spotted Doc, Murphy, and that other guy, Steven, sitting a table playing some card game. I walked over to join them.
"What are you guys playing?" I asked, taking a seat when I got there.
"A game for men only." Murphy said.
I raised my eyebrows. "Oh really?" I asked.
"Yeah, so go scamper along and do whatever you like to do." Murphy said, waving me alone with his hand.
I tried to keep a smile from growing on my face. I knew exactly how to play this. "Okay then. I guess if you don't want to be beat by a girl, then I guess I'll leave." I said, starting to stand up.
"You think you could beat me?" Murphy asked.
"Oh I know I could." I said.
"Well then, lets see you put your money where your mouth is." Murphy said. "Doc, give the kid some thing to play with." Murphy instructed Doc.
I sat back down, and Doc handed me some Oxycontin to play with. "So, what are we playing?" I asked as Steven dealt us out.
"We're still deciding. We could play Strip poker..." Steven suggested, looking at me.
I looked up at him. "And I could break your nose, but I think breaking your arm would be much more unpleasant for you, and much more satisfying for me." I said, glaring at him.
Steven gulped. "You know what, let's just play something else." Steven said quickly.
I nodded, still glaring at Steven.
"How about we play Texas Hold 'Em Poker?" Doc suggested.
"Sure." I said.
To make a long story short, I won 3 games, Murphy won 2 games, Doc won 2 games, and Steven just completely sucked. He didn't win a single game.
I ran my hand through all of the Oxycontin and other stuff I'd won. "We don't have to give this back, do we?" I asked curiously.
"You have to give me back my Oxy kid. I don't have enough to spare to give it away." Doc said.
"Oh." I said, taking my hand away from the Oxy.
Steven stood up. "I'm all done with losing. I feel like this was a complete waste of time." Steven said, walking off.
"That's only because you didn't win anything." Murphy said. He was sporting a new cowboy hat he'd won.
I laughed at Murphy's remark as I dealt cards out again.
"You're all out." Warren said, walking over. "We need to start getting our rest up, if we're going to leave San Francisco within the next few days." Warren pointed out.
I picked up a pair of sunglasses I'd won from Steven and put them on. "But I'm not done winning yet." I said.
"You mean you're not losing yet." Murphy corrected.
I looked at Murphy through my sunglasses. "Last I checked, I've won more games than you." I pointed out.
Murphy was about to say something else, but all of sudden, a loud horn sounded outside.
I covered my ears as the horn blasted loudly. Everyone else did likewise.
"What is that?" 10K shouted loudly over the sound.
The noise died down suddenly. I uncovered my ears, which were ringing, and ran over to the window. I took my sunglasses off so I could see better.
It was hard to tell in the dark, but it looked like a truck was driving through the street, with four people standing up on the back with machine guns and flashlights. There was a giant horn on the front of the truck.
I looked closer at the people. They were all men, and they all were wearing military jackets.
I quickly backed away from the window. "Scavengers." I said. "Scavengers are here."
"Are you sure?" Vasquez asked. Warren walked over to the window to see for herself.
I nodded.
"Well, the good news is that they're going into the building across the street first." Warren said. "Which means, we need to get the hell out of here." Warren walked away from the window.
"We should split up." Roger said. "If we go in different directions, they can't follow us all at once."
"That's a good idea." Steven agreed.
I looked at Warren. I wanted to say that this was a bad idea, and that Roger couldn't be trusted, but I couldn't in front of everyone.
"Okay." Warren said finally. "We'll split up, and meet on the other side of San Francisco."
This is a very bad idea.
Warren and Roger split us all into four small groups; Warren, Murphy, and Steven in one group, Addy, Emilia, and Bob were in the second group, 10K, Vasquez, and Lucy in a third group, and then Roger, Doc and I in the last group.
When we were split up into groups, Roger quickly and quietly led us all over to the room across the hall.
"This is where we keep our weapons." Roger said as he opened the door.
The 'weapon room' wasn't as big as my old one, but it had some variety for weapons.
I grabbed a gun, some ammo, and some knives. I put the gun in my holster (that 10K had found for me while we were on the road), an ammo clip in my pocket, and the knives into my backpack.
As everyone else loaded up with equipment, I looked around the rest of the room. Something in the corner caught my attention. I walked over, and realized it was a staff.
I picked it up and felt it. It had been spray painted blue, and was pretty light, considering it was made out of some kind of metal.
"We found that in one of the rooms downstairs." Roger said. "Nobody uses it."
I spun it around in my hands and around my back. I hit the end of it on the ground. It didn't break.
I looked at Roger, who's mouth was hanging down. "I was the champ baton twirler for two years in a row in middle school." I said.
Roger didn't get to reply to that, because Warren started talking.
"Alright, since everyone's loaded up, we need to leave this building before the Scavengers start searching here." Warren said.
"We can go down the fire escape, and exit into the alley out back. We won't be seen then." Roger said.
We all headed down the hall towards the fire escape. As we ran down the stairs, we heard people shouting outside.
"What do you think they're shouting about?" 10K asked me.
"I don't know, but I don't want to find out either." I said. We reached the bottom floor, then ran out the back door.
When we were outside, we all went into our groups.
"Okay everyone, be careful out there." Warren said.
Everyone nodded, then we all started moving away from the building.