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Chapter Six:

Big 4 Wheeler

Cautiously, the four of us followed the boy's. They lead us around a building away from the bloody streets we had just killed walkers in, and down an alley where up ahead I could see some kind of vehicle. Holding our weapons a little tighter, we got closer, and then realized what it was. Misty let out a tiny gasp of awe.

"That" She stated. "Is the biggest pick-up truck I have ever seen."

It truly was huge. It was at least three of our vans long and about one van wide, and had monster wheels that could easily kill walkers if they got run over. It was titanium in colour and the license plate read HAYDEN in black letters. The front of the truck could comfortably fit five, and the back of the truck could fit at least another five.

Equipped to the back of the truck was two mini guns attached to the sides, and there was a canopy that covered the top half, protecting whoever was sitting in the back from rain.

"Oh my God." Brock gasped, and Dawn and I just shared looks of stunned appreciation.

"You like it?" Drew smirked, placing one hand on the side of the back of the truck, which was nearly as tall as him, before jumping up, swinging his leg over to stand in the back. "My parents had this baby for years. Shame we only used him when we went up North. But now... I can use it for life and death situations. Toss me your guns, I'll put them here and then help you guys up."

After a little bit of struggling, everyone made it onto the giant truck. Dawn offered to drive, which Drew was hesitant about until finally agreeing, and Paul, Misty, Ash and Peaks sat in the front as well.

That left myself, Brock and Drew in the back, along with Rosie and Blaze, who seemed to be getting along great.

"Alright guys, where am I headed?" Dawn questioned, and it was silent for a moment. Sure, we were allies now, but what did that mean for where we would go?

After a few moments of silence, Brock spoke up.

"Well, I have been working on my research of things walkers stray away from, and I found out that they're attracted to things that smell like... well meat. So why don't we find a way to disguise our scents?" He stated, and slowly everybody began to nod in agreement.

"You're right." I grinned. "We could wear perfume and cologne to help hide our scent, and then get somewhere we know we can be safe for a while. Plus, you still need to find WIFI for that laptop Brock."

Drew frowned and turned to the older man. "What do you mean?"

Brock grinned. "Well I've been looking for ways I can stop the walker infestation. I've been recording their behaviour for sometime in my notebook, and using the different reactions to their bites and scratches for my research. For example, Ash you said you were immune to the walker bites and scratches?"

Ash shook his head almost immediately. "No, I said I was immune to the scratches. Big difference."

Misty frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Well, my whole family was immune to the walker scratches. That was, until they bit some of us." Ash's voice had gotten quiet, and I felt bad for making him admit this. "We thought we we're fine until my mom turned. Then, I had to chose to make a quick get away or die. I obviously chose the get away."

Peaks whimpered and nuzzled Ash's knee, and I suddenly felt awful. Imagine thinking you were safe, only to have your mom die in front of you?

After another few second of silence, Brock spoke again. "Now I'm not so sure. What can this mean? Are some people safe from the scratches and not the bites?"

"That could be true." Paul spoke for the first time, his voice more thoughtful opposed to cold. "I mean, maybe it's like cat scratch fever if you've ever heard of it. The bite could kill you, but the scratch? You never know. It depends on what hospital you get to and if you get to it on time."

"I bet it's all genetics." Dawn cut in. "Depending on who you are and how healthy you are could effect who turns from a scratch."

It was silent for a minute as Dawn began to drive, and since we couldn't hear each other from the windows, the conversation died.

We began to just sit and relax as Dawn drove through the city. We were careful to avoid walkers, knowing if we alerted one, we would cause a hoard to come after us.

Dawn weaved through the streets looking for some kind of perfume shop. Growling with frustration every time we turned a corned and didn't see one.

Drew, Brock and I sat in the back warily, not quite sure what to say. Drew ended up standing, and lifting up a flap from underneath the truck, and I glanced down and gasped.

Inside was a complete fire arm supply, filled with all kinds of guns and ammo. I had never seen suck stock before. Drew gave me my rifle, and reloaded his pistols and Bryce's machine gun before closing the hatch and sitting back down.

"I have two tents in there." Drew said quietly. "So if we get to a forest or somewhere we can be safe for a while, girls can have one and boys the other."

I looked at the green haired boy for a second, trying to guess what he was thinking. He had been quiet through the whole conversation about the walker scratches, and something told me he knew something I didn't.

And as I saw a guilty look flash through his eyes for a moment, I knew.

Drew was hiding something. And I was determined to find out what.

As you can see, this chapter was pretty short, but I do have the whole story on a document and every chapter is planned with a different event. So yeah. Some are short.

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