My feet carefully hit the pavement as I hurried down the road. I quickly looked at each store making mental notes of the ones we have cleaned out or partially cleaned out.
"Smitty! Hol up!" Merle called out a little to loud his voice echoing through out the street. My head spun around eyes wide noticing how most of the group was a ways back.I sighed angrily, this was a stupid idea there shouldn't be so many of us. The whole point of scavenging is to get supplies and bring them back. At the rate we are going we aren't even going to be able to get the supplies before sundown. Part of me wanted to ditch them and go back to camp. But then Shane would be on my ass about how we don't leave people behind.
My lovely crew of misfits included Glenn, Merle, T- Dog, Morales, Andrea, and Jacqui. None besides Glenn would I like to be here in the city full of the infected.
Glenn was the first of the group to reach me shaking his head slightly.
"We've hit every store on this block havent we?" He asked taking off his baseball cap to wipe the sweat off his forehead.
"Yep," I said frowning as the rest of the group met up with us."What's wrong?" Morales asked rolling up the sleeves of his shirt exposing his natural tan skin.
"Nothing," Glenn assured him," Just were gonna have to go a little further then expected."
"And whys that?" Merle asked holding his rifle behind his neck,"Its hot as hell out here right now every step burns my poor little feet."
I just scoffed and turned around walking down the street annoyed. I didn't have the patience to deal with Merle Dixon. The man was a literally a pen drop away from freaking out and going mental at all times."How much further?" Andrea asked her voice close behind me letting me know they where following.
"Just another block, let's be careful about this though, the deeper we go into the city the more walkers there will be. So we need to be extra careful," Glenn informed the group.
"And quiet," T dog added on. I nodded agreeing with him as we made our way into the city.Turning the corner I froze as a tank laid in front of us.
"Smitty what's the hold up?" Merle asked. I wanted to strangle Merle for calling me that, he knew it got under my skin so he used it to annoy me. Instead of punching him I just decided to play it safe and not take my chances against a thirty year old redneck with attitude.
"Nothing..." I said looking around my eyes falling on a department store."Looks good to me what about you?" I asked Glenn nodding towards it.
"Yeah that works, we can clean out the vending and get some new clothes, winters only a few months away." I nodded in agreement before I made my way to the front doors, which where locked. They where made out of all glass, and could be easily broken. But that would cause sound, and sound would mean the infected would come swarming."Fronts not an option let's head around back," I ordered walking down the street some coming across a bus in front of the street we needed to turn down.
"That alleyway is blocked!" Jacqui exclaimed," Is it blocking the walkers from getting in or out?"
Without answering I slid my rifle under the bus before rolling under myself and crawling to the other side. There where a few infected in the ally most of them oblivious that I had just intruded into there life of staring blankly at a wall."Alright, there's three geeks, nothing we can't handle," I informed the group. I was met with T dog and Morales who had baseball bats in there hands. I slung my rifle over my shoulder and pulled my hunting knife from my belt and the three of us walked forward.
The two men took on one of the infected beating it to the ground before they started to slam there bats on the walkers skull. I quickly jogged towards one that wasn't facing me and stabbed my knife through the back of its head. The Walker immediately slumped down and its moaning ceased. I pulled my blade out of the now dead Walker before rushing to the side door which was propped slightly open.
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