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Authors: Mike Evans
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Greg, there isn't a lot that we can do about it. Unless we want to sit here until spring, which would be great if it wasn’t for you know, dehydration, starvation, and hypothermia eventually.”
Greg wished he could grab the words back out of his mouth as they left. He said, “You know all of these options seem to suck pretty bad.”
“Says the douche who puts us in the middle of a zombie filled city in winter and with no way to call for help,” Ellie retorted.
Greg shut his mouth and opened up the Humvee door. He went to the back, swung the rear open and grabbed an ammo can. He slid it into his pack as the rest exited the truck and made their way around back. Greg didn’t say anything, he simply spun them around and put in the cans making sure that they were secure. Joey picked up an extra can and Shaun opened up an extra taking as many magazines as he could fill his pockets with. When he was done he nodded and the four started walking towards the grocery store.
They kept their heads down trying not to let the frigidly cold, Iowa February air cut through their clothes. The Midwest was a brutal place to be in winter. They took their time, going the long way and staying close to the sides of buildings but out of shadows. When they got close to the store things still looked clear with no Turned to be found. They entered through the front, sliding the doors apart and then pushing them back together. Greg said, “What do you want to do?”
Shaun said, “Let’s check the place out; it’s been awhile since we’ve been anywhere. Let’s get some supplies gathered up for the others. Hopefully we can find a way to get home in the morning or if we get lucky maybe we will get a radio response soon, I hope that we have enough battery in these things.”
Ellie pulled Shaun away knowing it would be best if he got some distance from Greg. Greg asked, “So is there a reason that we don’t want to try and find a ride immediately?”
Shaun said, “Because we need to get a place locked down and secured if and when we don’t find a way home today. It’s better to have some plans Greg than just making up shit as we go.”
Chapter Eight
Greg walked through the aisle looking around and not knowing what to take. He watched Joey taking things off the shelf, acting like a kid in a candy store, happily dumping the items he was selecting into the cart. Joey said, “You know I haven’t had Spaghettios in forever, I really think everyone is going to be happy we got so many.”
Greg looked over the cart seeing how many he had in there and patted him on the back. “You are going to make a feast for everyone.”
“You know the best thing about these?” Joey asked.
“What’s that Joey?”
Joey started laughing hysterically. Greg just watched in awe and when he looked up the smile on his round face was nothing but infectious. Joey said, “No eggshells from Mr. Aslin.”
Greg just stared at him, thinking how there wouldn’t be any eggshells in the Spaghettios and then thought of his famous crunchy muffins. Greg shouldered his rifle, nodded and said, “Hey, I’ll push the cart. You get whatever you think everyone will like. We’ll figure out how to get all of it back once we get all the food that we can. Who knows if it will still be here the next time that we come back.”
Joey said, “Thanks for letting me come with you. I always got to go to the store with my parents.”
Greg said, “Don’t worry about it buddy, you know you and me are tight. There’s no way I’d trust you staying there by yourself, you’d have all the girls hitting on you by the time that we got back.”
Greg knew it was coming but could see nothing through the thick military parka that Joey was wearing, but watched anyway as Joey turned around flexing his muscles in a pose that reminded him of any wrestler he’d ever seen on television before day one hit. Joey said, “Look at these guns, Greg.”
Greg said, “Yep you got me beat
Greg wished he could grab the words back out of his mouth as they left. He said, “You know all of these options seem to suck pretty bad.”
“Says the douche who puts us in the middle of a zombie filled city in winter and with no way to call for help,” Ellie retorted.
Greg shut his mouth and opened up the Humvee door. He went to the back, swung the rear open and grabbed an ammo can. He slid it into his pack as the rest exited the truck and made their way around back. Greg didn’t say anything, he simply spun them around and put in the cans making sure that they were secure. Joey picked up an extra can and Shaun opened up an extra taking as many magazines as he could fill his pockets with. When he was done he nodded and the four started walking towards the grocery store.
They kept their heads down trying not to let the frigidly cold, Iowa February air cut through their clothes. The Midwest was a brutal place to be in winter. They took their time, going the long way and staying close to the sides of buildings but out of shadows. When they got close to the store things still looked clear with no Turned to be found. They entered through the front, sliding the doors apart and then pushing them back together. Greg said, “What do you want to do?”
Shaun said, “Let’s check the place out; it’s been awhile since we’ve been anywhere. Let’s get some supplies gathered up for the others. Hopefully we can find a way to get home in the morning or if we get lucky maybe we will get a radio response soon, I hope that we have enough battery in these things.”
Ellie pulled Shaun away knowing it would be best if he got some distance from Greg. Greg asked, “So is there a reason that we don’t want to try and find a ride immediately?”
Shaun said, “Because we need to get a place locked down and secured if and when we don’t find a way home today. It’s better to have some plans Greg than just making up shit as we go.”
Chapter Eight
Greg walked through the aisle looking around and not knowing what to take. He watched Joey taking things off the shelf, acting like a kid in a candy store, happily dumping the items he was selecting into the cart. Joey said, “You know I haven’t had Spaghettios in forever, I really think everyone is going to be happy we got so many.”
Greg looked over the cart seeing how many he had in there and patted him on the back. “You are going to make a feast for everyone.”
“You know the best thing about these?” Joey asked.
“What’s that Joey?”
Joey started laughing hysterically. Greg just watched in awe and when he looked up the smile on his round face was nothing but infectious. Joey said, “No eggshells from Mr. Aslin.”
Greg just stared at him, thinking how there wouldn’t be any eggshells in the Spaghettios and then thought of his famous crunchy muffins. Greg shouldered his rifle, nodded and said, “Hey, I’ll push the cart. You get whatever you think everyone will like. We’ll figure out how to get all of it back once we get all the food that we can. Who knows if it will still be here the next time that we come back.”
Joey said, “Thanks for letting me come with you. I always got to go to the store with my parents.”
Greg said, “Don’t worry about it buddy, you know you and me are tight. There’s no way I’d trust you staying there by yourself, you’d have all the girls hitting on you by the time that we got back.”
Greg knew it was coming but could see nothing through the thick military parka that Joey was wearing, but watched anyway as Joey turned around flexing his muscles in a pose that reminded him of any wrestler he’d ever seen on television before day one hit. Joey said, “Look at these guns, Greg.”
Greg said, “Yep you got me beat
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