hold up in and finally get some real rest.
As the sun began to sink from the sky, she made it to the edge of the town. She hadn't bumped into any creatures on the way down and that was a good sign. She didn't see any now either as she peered out from the trees into the parking lot of the gas stati on. It was the town's most out- lying building. It was damaged a bit on the outside but not ransacked from what she could tell from where she stood. It called out to her with the promise of food and other wonders. She stayed where she was at watching for any sign of trouble or movement for over forty minutes before she finally crept slowly out of the trees. The sound of her own footfalls on the lot's pavement unnerved her. She glanced around everywhere making sure she was still alone. Amy approached the station's glass doors and breathed a sigh of relief. Not only did there appear to be no one inside but its aisles hadn't been trashed. They were several shattered windows and a few bullet holes in its outer walls but otherwise it was untouched. She started to open the door to step inside as she heard the click of a gun's hammer being pulled back behind her.
"You can put your gun down now ma'am,” a heavily accented southern voice ordered her. She dropped the.45 to the pavement and turned around to see a very large gun pointed at her face. She guessed it might be a magnum like Dirty Harry used in the movies but wasn't sure. The man who held it was young, much younger than her. He barely looked out of his teens. Thick blonde hair covered the top of his head in a dishevelled mass. He wore a pair of filthy stained overalls over a white t-shirt which had seen better days. His appearance would have been comical if not for the way his deep blue eyes watched her with such dead seriousness.
"I reckon you ain't one of them,” he said, “but you sure as heck ain't from around here neither. Everybody here is de ad or crazy. I ain't seen any one else alive for a while now so just where did you come from? Who in the heck are you lady?"
"Amy. My name is Amy… I'm from New York,” she added hastily. The man laughed.
"New York? You're a long way from home.” He lowered the huge pistol in his hand and then nodded as if to himself. “Welcome to Virginia, Amy. We'd best get inside. Most of them things are gone from ‘round here but there are still a few stragglers left I think. Best not to take chances ya know?"
He reached by her and opened the station's glass door for her. She started to head inside again but he stopped her. “Don't forget your gun,” he grinned pointing at the weapon she'd dropped. “You may need it."
She retrieved the pistol and followed him inside. He led her to the back of the station and unlocked a massive metal door. He ushered her inside and closed it behind her.
"Place used to be a restaurant or something. When Pop and I bought the place, we turned the freezer into a backroom of sorts. We kept the door though. It's solid steel. Nice place for an office if you get robbed or the world suddenly goes F-ing bananas."
Amy didn't laugh at his joke. She was busy eying the room. It was small with a singular desk, what appeared to be a makeshift bunk, and food and other supplies were stacked all around the room and in its corners.
"You've been living here… Since the wave I mean?” she asked in shock.
"Yeah. No place else to go.” He sat on the bunk and stared at her. “Guess we have a lot to talk about huh Amy?"
Hundreds of questions flooded Amy's head but the first one she asked was “You said most of the creatures are gone from this town. Where did they go?"
"You mean the crazy people? Don't know. A group of guys drove into to town and rounded them up only the guys weren't normal either. The crazies didn't attack them. It was pretty messed up. I hid and stayed out of their way. Didn't see
As the sun began to sink from the sky, she made it to the edge of the town. She hadn't bumped into any creatures on the way down and that was a good sign. She didn't see any now either as she peered out from the trees into the parking lot of the gas stati on. It was the town's most out- lying building. It was damaged a bit on the outside but not ransacked from what she could tell from where she stood. It called out to her with the promise of food and other wonders. She stayed where she was at watching for any sign of trouble or movement for over forty minutes before she finally crept slowly out of the trees. The sound of her own footfalls on the lot's pavement unnerved her. She glanced around everywhere making sure she was still alone. Amy approached the station's glass doors and breathed a sigh of relief. Not only did there appear to be no one inside but its aisles hadn't been trashed. They were several shattered windows and a few bullet holes in its outer walls but otherwise it was untouched. She started to open the door to step inside as she heard the click of a gun's hammer being pulled back behind her.
"You can put your gun down now ma'am,” a heavily accented southern voice ordered her. She dropped the.45 to the pavement and turned around to see a very large gun pointed at her face. She guessed it might be a magnum like Dirty Harry used in the movies but wasn't sure. The man who held it was young, much younger than her. He barely looked out of his teens. Thick blonde hair covered the top of his head in a dishevelled mass. He wore a pair of filthy stained overalls over a white t-shirt which had seen better days. His appearance would have been comical if not for the way his deep blue eyes watched her with such dead seriousness.
"I reckon you ain't one of them,” he said, “but you sure as heck ain't from around here neither. Everybody here is de ad or crazy. I ain't seen any one else alive for a while now so just where did you come from? Who in the heck are you lady?"
"Amy. My name is Amy… I'm from New York,” she added hastily. The man laughed.
"New York? You're a long way from home.” He lowered the huge pistol in his hand and then nodded as if to himself. “Welcome to Virginia, Amy. We'd best get inside. Most of them things are gone from ‘round here but there are still a few stragglers left I think. Best not to take chances ya know?"
He reached by her and opened the station's glass door for her. She started to head inside again but he stopped her. “Don't forget your gun,” he grinned pointing at the weapon she'd dropped. “You may need it."
She retrieved the pistol and followed him inside. He led her to the back of the station and unlocked a massive metal door. He ushered her inside and closed it behind her.
"Place used to be a restaurant or something. When Pop and I bought the place, we turned the freezer into a backroom of sorts. We kept the door though. It's solid steel. Nice place for an office if you get robbed or the world suddenly goes F-ing bananas."
Amy didn't laugh at his joke. She was busy eying the room. It was small with a singular desk, what appeared to be a makeshift bunk, and food and other supplies were stacked all around the room and in its corners.
"You've been living here… Since the wave I mean?” she asked in shock.
"Yeah. No place else to go.” He sat on the bunk and stared at her. “Guess we have a lot to talk about huh Amy?"
Hundreds of questions flooded Amy's head but the first one she asked was “You said most of the creatures are gone from this town. Where did they go?"
"You mean the crazy people? Don't know. A group of guys drove into to town and rounded them up only the guys weren't normal either. The crazies didn't attack them. It was pretty messed up. I hid and stayed out of their way. Didn't see
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