Dead Weight/Issue 25

The window smashes and Sam climbs in, very slowly, picking up his brick again and walking through the gas station. "Coast clear?" A harsh whisper is heard from outside.

Sam looking down behind the counter and looks back "Yup!" He replies. Placing the brick on the counter.

Drake steps in, glass crunching under his feet, he is followed by Sasha. "Looks like someone was here recently" Sasha says, picking up the opened can and inspecting it. The liquid like food was still running down the tub.

"Someone been eating cat food" She shivers. Placing it down. "Seems pretty stocked, I'll go out and get some gas" Drake says, walking outside and looking over to their car. Sitting in the back seat was Annie, playing with the two babies in the back seat.

He sighs as he grabs a gas container and starts filling it.

"Okay, so It has been 5 months since you guys arrived, we have had around 12 new comers in those past months, huts built to the left of the camp hold supplies and what we need. No break ins for 3 months. Place is secure" Katie says running her finger along a map that she had made for the camp.

"The snow has been pretty high aswel" Flake says, looking out the window at the falling flakes of snow. "Upto our ankles"

Mel carries Lucus in one arm and Chloe in the other, She placed the two five month old babies in the ever falling snow, in their pink puffy jackets they bobbed around in the snow near some other children.

She wraps a slightly blooded scarf around her neck as she bends down and twiddles Lucus's fingers around hers. Chloe watches as Scarlette comes over, rubbing her bare hands together. She stops suddenly as her walkie talkie makes a static noise, she takes it off her belt,

"Hello?" "Hey, Scar, Its Patrick here, we're in a bit of a....Bother, your walkie talkie code is the only one I could remember, could you ask Katie to come get us?"

Scarlette burst through the door, holding the walkie talkie in one hand and a crowbar in the other.

"Whats wrong?" Katie asks worridly, stuanding from her seat and placing a pencil on the desk.

"Patrick and Glenn are trapped, somewhere, they need our help"

"Where are they!?" Flake asks, scratching his head.

"They are off the edge of the highway, route 62"

"I'll head out" Flake says, walking upto the door, Katie puts her hand on his shoulder.

"You're not going alone!" She argues as Flake opens the door with his other hand.

"I'll be faster by myself, I'll take Anderson with me. He is the quickest horse" He walks outside, the snow crunching under his feet. Katie growls as she follows him.

Abreham limps out with his crutches, watching as Flake mounts up on Anderson. "Where you off to?" He asks gruffly. Limping his way over to Flake.

"Rescue mission" He replies, fixing his sword on his back and looking at Abreham. He sets off towards the gates.

"Good luck!" Abreham shouts as Flake rides out the door.

Katie walks through the door, sighing as she throws her pistol onto the table. Walking into the bedroom. She gasps as Lexy stands there in her yoga outfit, doing a very weird yoga Stretch, Lexy looks up and grins, getting out of her position and  sitting on the bed.

"I havn't had any...Attention in a while..." She grins at Lexy, before pulling from her pocket Handcuffs,

"Found these outside the other day...Thought they'd come in handy" Katie begins to kiss Lexy, before pushing her down and cuffing her to the bed, having Sex.

(Can I just say I'll be naming people who you don't know from this point on, just click their names for their character pages, it'll be fine, continue reading now!)

Raven (DW) watches as George (DW) waters the carrot patch. She inspects the leaves and picks off the slugs that had crawled on.

"Can we eat the slugs?" She asks, hanging one from her fingers.

"Eww...Maybe" George grins, putting down the watering can as Glenn (DW) walks over with a large wooden hand made box of dirt, placing it on the ground before scattering the dirt and mud around the garden. Making more places to grow food with.

"Lucy (DW), can you help me?" Jemma (DW) asks, looking up at the girl sitting daydreaming about who knows what!

"Lucy!!" She yells, waving her hand infront of Lucy's face.

"What? ... Huh?" She says, coming out of her blurry daydream. She stands up and looks at the table.

"Help me move this out the backdoor to burn for the camp fire tonight!"

She grins, lifting one end of the table while Lucy picks up the other.

"How did I ever get such a strong little sister?" Lucy jokes as the table was hoisted up farther on Jemma's side than Lucy's.

"Where is dad?" Jemma asks, changing the subject, she didn't like talking about her super powerful strength for a girl so tiny.

"I think he went out to hunt with others" Lucy says as they place the table beside a medium sized bonfire, Around the same height as a regular 7 year old boy.

Flake grips onto the horses reins, its sunset before he reaches his destination.

"Glenn?" He harshly whispers as he gets off the back of the horse and tying it in a safe position.

"Patrick?" A sudden smash is heard, Flake ducks behind the poles before two men came walking out. swinging beer cans and bottles around. Smashing them off walls.

Flake ducks as one hits the pole he was behind.

"You see that?" One grunts, pulling out a crossbow. Aiming towards Flake's direction. Flake reaches up. Pulling his sword out of its holder before jumping out, slashing one mans head off in one clean swipe.

Half of his head falls onto the ground as his body goes in another direction. The other man squeals, running away.

Flake picks up the crossbow and fires a shot into the mans lower back. Hitting him and he falls to the ground, Flake sprints up and pulls the arrow from his back. Turning him around and aiming his sword at his head.

"My...My camp...They'll find you. They know that someone is near,  THEY'LL FU--ING TEAR YOU APAR-" Before he could finish  Flake pushes the sword into his head. Blood spraying down. Horror fills his eyes as he relises his new camp wasn't so safe now...

"Glenn? Patrick?" He harshly whispers again, knocking on the dumpster bins and buildings. The undead moaning inside them.

He was on a beach under a pier, the salty water was at a high tide, splashing at his feet. A sudden rattle is heard as one figure tumbles out of the dark dumspter bin.

"Glenn" Flake sighs, walking over and helping him up, peeling rotton food from his body.

"Where is Patrick?" A sharp scream is heard as birds quickly flee the area, Flake takes a look at Glenn before running towards the boat house.

"Can you help me with this?" Lexy asks, picking up a large crate and throwing it onto the back of a truck, closing the rear and patting the back as the driver drives away.

"Sure" Robbie grins, picking up a sack of potatoes and hauling them over to the kitchen area.

Throwing them down and turning to Lexy.

Robbie grins at her, poking her arm and leaning in

"Tag"

He grins running off, throwing trousers and tops hanging from a line up over his head and hiding inbetween two barrels. "Get out of there, come on, help me get dinner sorted"

Lexy laughs, kicking Robbies ankle,

"We are on duty tonight!"

"Lex!" Robbie laughs,running after her, grabbing a juice box and squishing it,

the juice running down his hand and into his mouth.

"Was that to impress me?" She laughs, throwing her hair behind her ear and adjusting her glasses, entering the kitchen.

"Well, ya know, i'm a bit -"

"I'm gay, Robbie, please do remember that"

She winks, grabbing a knife and starting to chop and peel the potatoes.

 "Right"

Flake crashes in the door, followed by Glenn who is soon overwhelmed by a undead and goes crashing into the water bellow.

Flake looks back for him but is attacked by 2 undead..No..People He pulls out his dagger from his heel as he plummets to the floor, his head hanging over the edge, He takes his dagger and stabs one of the men in the side of the shoulder, throwing him off and inside the water.

He stands up just in time for another man to charge towards him, lifting him off the ground and throwing him onto the wood. The man holds Flakes throat tightly, his face full of rage and anger "You kill my son? YOU KILL HIM?" "I have no f---ing clue what you mean!" He gasps, reaching for his sword that is on his back, but can't seem to pull it out. "You kill my son, Ricky, you kill him out there!" "YEAH, I MIGHT OF!" Flake growls, before kneeing him in the balls and spitting in his face and biting down on his arm. Ripping some flesh off.

"What the f-ck!!" The man growls, Flake pulls out his sword, spitting out the mans remains from his mouth and chopping the man in the side multiple times, as he tumbles into the water.

"Guys!" A voice shouts from down the boathouse, Patrick stands there, his leg badly injured

"What the hell was -"

"FLAAAKE" A hoarse voice groans, Flake turns to see Glenn, panting with half his body in the water.

"F-Flakeeee!" He groans again, sticking his fingers inbetween the boards and pulling himself up.

Rolling onto his back before coughing and spluttering constantly.

I don't know how good this issue was, as I had to go back and change a fewq things. Leave a comment is anything is BLEUGH