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Chapter 17

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"Really?" I asked as my vehicle rolled to a complete stop.

"We were almost there." I growled, getting out of the car and lifting the hood.

Not good.

I scanned over the car's different parts, which I know absolutely nothing about.. Maybe if I let the car cool off it'll start back.

After shutting the hood, I turned around and got back into the car to read my map to see exactly where I was.

Approximately thirty miles away from Noah's community. I think.

Great. Just great.

It's late anyway, and I'm exhausted.

I got back out of the car and shut the hood before getting back into the car. I locked the car doors and leaned my seat back.

My heart stopped, hearing a tapping sound on my trunk. I slowly raised up and peeked in the rear view mirror, finding a man waving at me.

I slowly lowered myself back down and pulled my pistol from the holster around my thigh. I dropped the empty magazine before quickly reloading.

"It's okay! I'm not going to hurt you." The man stated, now a few feet away from my door.

"Who are you?" I asked, rolling down the window a tiny bit.

"I'm Aaron. I'm a recruiter from a community not far from here— Alexandria Safe-Zone." He answered, reaching into his large backpack.

I slowly got out of the car, still holding my pistol as I shut the door.

"Know anything about cars?" I inquired.

"Not really, but is it okay if I take a look?" He asked.

"Uh, sure." I replied.

"Here." He offered a brown paper bag.

"What is it?" I asked, hesitant to take it from him.

"It's a gift from Alexandria." He answered, still holding it out to me.

"Uh, I don't want it." I replied, trying to control my rude facial expression.

"I understand." He replied, nodding his head.

"Eric, where are you?" He asked, holding a walkie-talkie in his hand.

I quickly spun around, realizing there could be others hiding around.

"It's okay. Don't worry. It's just me and Eric out here." Aaron stated.

"Who's Eric?" I asked.

"My boyfriend. We're both recruiters for Alexandria." He answered.

"Oh." I replied, trying to calm my nerves.

"Well, looks like your engine is locked up. Dry as a bone!" He declared, checking the oil dipstick.

"Great." I muttered, putting a hand to my head.

"Where are you heading?" He inquired.

"Well, there's a community not far from here. Shirewilt Estates?" I replied.

"Oh, man. I'm sorry to be the one to give you the bad news, but that place fell months ago." He stated. My heart sunk and anxiety began to flow in as I realized my group could be anywhere.

Or maybe he's lying.

"How long have you been alone?" He questioned.

"Well, I'm behind my group. I was going to meet them there. I left Georgia a little while after they did. About two weeks after they did, actually." I replied.