The RV.

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{Lux's P.O.V}

I managed to find my way to a highway. It smell like shit. Probably because of the dead bodies. I really don't give two fucks what ANYTHING smells like anymore. I did what any normal person would do in this situation. I ransacked the place. I found a book bag, some canned beans, some knives, a Glock 22, and a whole bunch of other shit I can't remember. Before I got to the tenth car, I heard the roar of the engine from a motorcycle. I ducked under the car, wondering if these people were friend or foe. I pulled out my new Glock 22, checking for ammo. I was lucky to find one magazine. While I was checking for ammo, I forgot there were people here. I got out from under the car, gun in hand. Before I knew it I had a gun pressed to my head. And it wasn't mine.

|| AUTHOR NOTE ||

Hai. This is my first book, so show some love? I'll be updating, feedback or not. My chapters are short, just to let you know. Well, Peace out.

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