Chapter 8: The St. Johns

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Y/N's POV

We heard Carley shout and point her gun at something, we all looked to see what was going on, we saw two guys, one of them was holding gas

???: Woah, lady, relax! Me and my brother, we... we just want to know if ya'll can help us out.

Carley: I said back off!

Lilly: Carley.

Y/N: We don't want trouble.

???: Of course, Neither do we. I'm Andy St. John. This here's my brother Dan. We're just out looking for gasoline. Looks like you got the motel locked down, which is fine, but if you could spare any gas we'd be much obliged.

Carley: Why do you need gas?

Dan: Our place is protected by an electric fence. Generators provide the electricity.

Andy: Our generators run on gas. Look, we own a dairy farm a few miles up the road. If ya'll be willing to lower your guns, we can talk about some kind of trade.

Dan: How are ya'll on food? We got plenty at the dairy.

Lilly: Y/N, why don't you and Mark check this place out, see if it's legit.

Carley: I'm going with you. I got your back if anything seems fishy.

Andy: So what are ya'll thinking?

Y/N: You've got a deal. We'll bring some gas to your dairy. In exchange, you give us some food to bring back. We'll see how it goes from there.

Andy: Sounds fair. A couple of gallons should power one of our generators for a while.

Then me, Carley, Mark, and Ben went with the St. John's.

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