Alright! Another Chapter up, and I would give like to preface this one by saying to Eevee, the boys will be coming in soon, but we have a very important character that comes in first.

Here we go!

Chapter Three:

Guns, Ammo, Melee, Medic?

"Alright, say here that the nearest ammunition store is about a twenty minute drive." Dawn sighed from the drivers seat. We're currently driving down the side streets of California, careful to try and avoid walkers while looking for other survivors at the same time.

Is seemed the amount of walkers were endless, but there wasn't a single survivor in sight.

"Watch out Dawn!" Misty suddenly gasped, and I cried out in shock as I was thrown sharply to the left as the car turned to avoid something. From beside me, Blaze whimpered and got to his feet.

"Ow! Guys come on!" I groaned, but Misty cut me a sharp glare making me shut up instantly. I quickly unsheathed my dagger and crouched, raising my eyebrow. Something or someone was just up ahead.

Misty silently gestured for me to get out of the car, and I nodded and opened the door silently. To the left I saw Misty doing the same thing, but Dawn remained at the wheel, her eyes narrowed in concentration.

Blaze followed me slowly as I got out of the car, careful to leave the door open in case we had to make a big escape.

Misty appeared at my side, her baseball bat gripped tightly with two hands as she pointed ahead of us. There we could see three walkers, moving slowly and groaning in anticipation. They were chasing a man who looked to be in his twenties, with short spiky brown hair. He had a large backpack on his shoulders, but he wasn't holding any kind of weapon. How had he survived this long?

"Should we help him?" Misty whispered to me.

I thought hard. This was another human being we were talking about. It was only three walkers. We could deal with this.

I nodded slowly. "I think we should. Besides, whatever is in that backpack must be useful right."

Misty smirked in agreement. "Alright let's go."

I leaned in towards Blaze and pointed towards the walkers. "Alright buddy, sick em'!"

Blaze growled and began to run towards the walkers just as the man seemed to be cornered with no where to run.

We followed hastily, and just as Blaze ripped off a walkers arm, I pulled out my dagger and smashed it through it's brain. It fell to the ground and I pulled out my dagger with a smirk. My first kill.

I saw Misty smash through a zombie's brain with her baseball bat, and Blaze was snarling in fury and ripping through the third, which I stabbed in the head again for good measure.

When the zombies hit the floor, I turned to the brown haired man, who's eyes were wide with fear and awe. "T-thank you so much." He gasped, and Misty and I nodded. "Don't mention it.""

Dawn pulled up in the car and the door flew open, and we jumped in hastily. Seeing the man look uncertain, I rolled my eyes and turned to him. "Well? Are you coming or not?"

The man seemed to make up his mind as he jumped in with us, and I turned to my dog. "Come Blaze."

The dog barked once and jumped in, and I slammed the door shut. "Alright Dawn, drive!"

Once we had gotten our distance from where we had just killed the walkers, I turned to our new companion with a smile. "Sorry about being so brief earlier, we just wanted to grab you quickly and get out of there. My name is May, and this is Misty," I pointed to the redhead who smiled and waved, "and this is Dawn." The bluenette grinned and nodded once.

Blaze barked once and nudged me with his head and I laughed. "Oh, and this is my dog Blaze."

The spiky haired man smiled with relief, and sighed. "Oh thank God you three aren't crazy. I've ran into enough of those already. My name is Brock, and I was a doctor before umm... this mess."

I perked up immediatly and beamed. "Oh that's really helpful! What did you specialize in?"

Brock sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. "Emergencies. Broken bones, cuts, gashes, the works. When the walkers came I quickly packed a bag of useful materials and ran. I'm not really prepared."

I scanned Brock over once. He was only wearing a grey muscle shirt and black pants. Not very protective, plus he didn't even have a weapon! "We can see that. Don't worry, our first stop is ammunition, so we can gear you up there. I assume you don't mind travelling with us after all." Misty smirked slyly, and Brock flushed in embarrassment.

"Um, yeah... thanks for that back there anyway." Brock grinned.

Dawn laughed. "Don't mention it! Our goal was to try and find some survivors anyway."

Brock took off his backpack and began to rummage through it. "I can show you what I do have with me. I made sure all of it would be useful."

Brock had managed to grab a map of the US, a compass, three water canteens, plenty of canned food, two lighters, a large first aid kit, and a travel sized blanket.

"There is still plenty of room as well." Brock stated. "When we get to ammunition, I can throw in some extra weapons and an extra jacket in case one falls apart."

I nodded slowly as Brock put the items back in his backpack. "Maybe you were more prepared than I thought Brock." I smiled, helping him put the items away.

Brock bit his lip. "There's two other things too." He frowned. "I brought my laptop, to try and communicate around the world and figure out what is really going on. How the walkers even arrived to America. I also brought a journal, where I am recording things I know for sure about the zombies. I'm trying to find out their weaknesses, and if there is a way to stop this."

Dawn whistled in appreciation. "Hey nice job guys, you saved a genius!"

The four of us laughed, for the first time in what seemed to be forever. Hey, just because it was an apocalypse didn't mean we had to surrender our humor.

After a few minutes we managed to pull up into the ammunition store parking lot. We hastily got up, and I tossed Brock my retractable knife. "Hold onto this and only use it if you have to."

The four of us, five if you counted Blaze, headed in and looked around. It was completely deserted.

"How are we getting so lucky?" I mumbled to myself. "Nobody in California wanted to grab weapons?"

Brock looked nervous, and he turned to us questionably. "We should probably split into two groups. We can cover the store more quickly."

I nodded in agreement. "That sounds like a good idea. I'll go with Dawn and Blaze, you go with Misty. Grab some better clothes first okay? We'll go to weaponry. Meet by the doors in ten minutes."

Misty tossed me her backpack, giving me a smile. "Fill this with ammo. We can sort everything out later."

Dawn and I nodded, and we separated, looking around.

Dawn and I headed towards long distance weapons, and soon Dawn had decided on a green bow, and a quiver with 24 arrows. We both also had grabbed a sniper rifle, and I loaded the gun while throwing four cases of extra ammo into the backpack. Dawn however slung the rifle over her shoulder. When I shot her a look she shrugged. "I can switch between the bow and the rifle. I'm more of a long distance person anyway.

I frowned, and ran over to a rack before handing her a silver short sword. "Well take this too just in case."

After the ten minutes was up, we meet back up with Misty and Brock. Brock had changed out of his black pants and thrown on baggy camouflage pants and beige hiking boots. Over his muscle shirt he had put on a beige jacket with many pockets and tied a camouflage bandanna over his forehead. For weapons he had picked a light machine gun, and he had a shotgun on his back with a string of ammo over his shoulder. On his beige belt he had a small pistol. When he saw us, he smiled and tossed me the retractable knife. Which I caught with a grin and stuck back on my belt.

Misty had gone for a more melee approach like she had promised. She had grabbed a large Machete and attached it to her belt, and on her left hand was a trench knife. I raised my eyebrows and just shook my head with a laugh.

We exited the ammunition shop and ran back to our van. As usual, we circled it and checked for zombies before jumping in, Dawn at the wheel as usual.

Brock opened his backpack, and showed us that he had thrown in an extra black jacket as well as some ammo and three knives.

"Just in case." He had smirked.

Dawn frowned from the drivers seat as we drove to the West. "It's already seven o'clock. It will be nighttime soon and I don't know where I am going. What's the plan?"

Misty furrowed her eyebrows. "I think we should head towards Los Angeles. Not directly into the city, that would be suicide, but around the outskirts. There is a 70 acre forest we can stay in until we figure out what to do. Besides, the closer we get to the city the more likely we will be able to get some WIFI and try and communicate with the rest of the world."

I frowned, weighing the pros and cons. There would be quite a few walkers the closer we got to the city, but again, the forest sounded nice, and answers would be even better.

"I think that's a good idea." I nodded, and Brock and Dawn slowly agreed.

"Alright then." Dawn smiled. "Changing course to the big city."

So how was that? You finally got to know what the girls weapons are, plus we introduced Brock, a gun guy with lots of knowledge!

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Love y'all!

Shelbs.