Dead Weight/Issue 11

This is Issue 11 of Dead Weight . Also the first issue of Arc 2. Titled: A new home

This Issue is focused on Sally Middleton

Alot of things had changed in the three months that had passed. She had lost some...

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"HOLD MY HAND!" She screams, reaching for a girl as she hangs from a building, falling into a pile of the undead bellow.

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She had found some....

"Name is Jon" He grins, holding out his muddy wet hand.

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She had never lost her strengh to carry on...

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--3 Months Earlier--

She opens her eyes. The smell of smoke travels through the air. Outside was burning. The camp falling to pieces as people had set houses and items on fire to defend themselfs.

She got up. Feeling the back of her head. A mat of blood in her hair. She groans, holding it. She hears the undead. Outside the room door. Groaning. The sound of flesh crunching could be heard.

She gets up, looking out the window, She opens it. Climbing through the small space. Her leg gets stuck but she manages to push herself through.

She notices in the distance, in the bushes. She sneaks up and picks up the hat. She grins. Placing it firmly onto her head and running swiftly through the front gates...

--3 Months later...--

A figure screams,falling from the tree. The woman at the bottem giggles as he thumps to the ground. "Did you break anything?" Sally asks, adjusting her hat. Pulling the man up.

"Yeah. I got this" He laughs, throwing a grap at her face. She opens her mouth and it falls right into it. The man shrugs it off. Pulling his backpack leaning againt the tree and putting the fruits inside.

"Jon. Seriously. You got bird eggs?"

"Rare..." He laughs, throwing the bag over his shoulder.

Sally grins, rubbing some dirt from her face before trotting along beside Jon.

"You know what..." Jon grins, pulling a grap from his pocket. Turning to Sally and holding her by the shoulders. He presses the grape against her nose. Making a redish purple mark.

"Did you bump your nose?" He grins,

She growls playfully. Grabbing him by the shoulders and throwing him down the hill. He laughs as he catches hold of her ankel, pulling her down too. They tumble down and come to a stop at the bottem. Jon ontop of her.

She grins. A dark shadow marches over them, Army boots meet Sally's face. Stamping on her hair.

"Who are you. State your intent or leave" The voice gruffly asks. Jon rolls of Sally. Standing up and facing the man.

"We want PEACE!" He says, giving a sulute.

The man exhales slowly. Before pushing Jon to the ground.

"JAMES!" A man shreiks. Walking upto the three. Pushing James back.

"Let the kind...Helpless...People in" The man grins.

James nods.

"SECTION B!"

"Yes sir" James says, "Follow me!"

They walk in. The first thing Sally notices is the old man being escorted away with tied hands. "He was bitten" James whispers nerviously.

Sally nods. Looking down.

They arrive at a tent. It was big enough to find around 10 people inside.

"Compartment 3. Third...er....door? On the left" James says, unzipping the front door. Inside was a comfterable place to live in. Blankets where lay down in the 'hallway' and inside the 2 compartments at the front was a family of 3 and in the other one was two men.

They open up the third door. There was one sleeping bag, two pillows and a lantern.

"Wow, these guys did good" Jon smiles. He looks at Sally. Sally looks at him. Wide eyed.

Sally was the first to jump. Jon follows her and she slips into the sleeping bag. "SHOT GUN SHOT GUN!" She laughs, Jon growls playfully, tickling her.

"I WANT IT I WANT IT!"

"NOOOO"

"Alright...Alright...you can have it...." Jon laughs. looking at the lantern.

"This is like a really cool city. I'd love to live in a tent!" Sally grins.

"Well now you are..."

A woman slowly unzips the tent door "Can I come in?" A voice asks.

"Wait..." Sally whispers.

The woman opens it. Holding beans and toast on a plate.

"I thought you might be Hungry" She grins. Putting the plates on the floor.

"Tayna!"