Dead Weight/Issue 4

This is Issue 4 of Dead Weight , Titled: In the Distance

"Drake, we need to talk" Annie says, walking into the room, the lantern flickers and the crickets could be heard. It was pitch black, 12:15am.

"I have nothing to say"

"What happened out their today...When you came back you-"

"Save it, Annie." He harshly says standing up.

"But-"

"SAVE IT!" He stands up, placing his can of beer onto the table.

"Listen, I have seen alot of Sh*t these past couple of days, I don't see you going out there and defending for what we are, So don't you try and critizise us, we try, I try. Sometimes. We don't have success in everything we do, Survivors don't trust a mad man with a sword"

Drake walks out the room and storms down the hallway, banging his bedroom door behind him.

Annie slowly walks out, biting her fingernails. "What the hell was that all about?" Sasha, a red headed woman asks, peeking her head around the door. "Just something I had to do..."

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(Morning)

Flake sticks a knife into a map, mapping out the area. "I think we should head East, Just down to Los Santo's customs, you can clearly see it from here" He suggests, marking the area with a small black dot.

"Sure, Why...Why not?!" Drake nods. Sitting at the table facing Flake.

"I heard you last night, Taking a fit at Annie, Was she bothering you?" He asks coldly. Pulling the knife from the map and it quickly rolls up again. "No, not at all"

"You sure, I could always-"

"FLAKE!"

He stares at him, Drake's eyes meet his. There is a long scilence.

"-Talk to her"

Drake keeps his eyes on Flake. Breathing heavily. "If you want"

He stands up, picking up his gun and walking outside, the bright sun beams down onto the camp. A man sets up a umbrella for three children to sit under.

"Hello Mr Yaz!" Drake shouts, waving his hand at him and the three children.

"Who are they then?" Sally asks, Drake jumps, turning on his heels to see Sally, leaning in the shade against his 'house'. "Mr Yaz has three children, used to have five...Amy, Julio and Mark." Drake gulps. Walking away from Sally.

"Drake!" Sally groans, chasing after him.

"What?"

"If you could, please find this girl" She whispers, leaning closer to Drake and pressing a picture into his hand. "It would make my friend ever so happy" She smiles, looking over at Robbie. Sharpening stones.

"No, I can't, I'm sorry-"

"Please just try!" She cries despretly. "Its the only person he had left..."

Drake takes a deep breath, sliding the photo into his pocket. "Thank you" Sally smiles, kissing him on the cheek and walking off, adjusting her hat as she walks. Drake swings his gun, placing it onto his shoulder. Turning on his heels and walking away.

"Robbie. Do you want to play?" Molly asks, holding out marbles. Robbie groans, shaking his head "Maybe another time"

"Oh pleaseeeee!" She insists. Holding onto his hand.

Robbie sighs, standing up. Taking the marbles from her hand and placing them on the table beside him. "TAG!" He says, tagging her arm, "you're it!"

He runs off behind all the washing. Standing there with his is Annie. "She is a keeper" She laughs as Molly runs up and tags him.

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"You got everything?" Flake asks, putting his sword into its older.

"I think so..." Drake mumbles, tieing his shoelace.

"Can I come guys?" Sam asks, followed by Zack's immidiant Request.

"Urh..I..I" Drake stutters

"OFCOURSE, the more...The merrier..." Flake grins, opening the doors.

"Wait..Wait!" Sasha calls, running upto them.

"WHAT?" Flake spits.

"Who will gaurd?" Sasha asks, "Maybe...My brother?"

"Your brother? DAMN, if you want us to be killed then fine, let him gaurd, I'd rather a dead horse. But if you want then go ahead!" Flake walks out the gates. Drake following behind.

"Look, I'll stay back and gaurd" Sam whispers to Zack

"You sure bro?" He asks,

"Positive"

Zack walks out the games, chasing after Flake and Drake. Sam closes the gates.

"Did he mean what he said?" Sasha frowns, Annie walks over, having overheard the news.

"They goin' out again?" Annie grins, looking through the little peephole in the wall. Watching Zack rush upto Flake.

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"Come on Robbie!" Molly giggles, watching as Robbie slowly walks upto her, crouched down and pretending to run up and grab her at any moment.

"Robbie!" She shouts again. Backing up ever so slightly.

Robbie runs at her, picking her up and spinning her around.

"Ah ah! Do that do me Robbie do that to me!" Amy giggles. Her brown short hair bouncing as she jumps.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" Molly screams. Robbie looks, clinging onto Amy tightly, stopping himself as he sees a hand reach over the rocks. A dead hand, one of the monster's hands!!

He puts down Amy before kicking at the hand, knocking off a few fingers. Before he could get the slimy dirty hand off their camp the other one came up and grabbed his Ankel. Pulling him to the ground. Molly screams, running away. Camp mates gather around,

"What is it!" Annie squeals, clinging onto Molly tightly.

"MONSTER!" Molly screams, running inside.

More sets of hands climb over the edge, grabbing onto several body parts of Robbies. "DEAR GOD HELP!" They where too strong,  they slowly pulled him down until a gun shot was fired.

Robbie flops his head down, looking down at the cliff, watching the undead slowly clibm up from bellow. "What the-"

"Who the hell shot that bullet?" A man asks from in the crowd. Everyone looks around, nobody was wielding a weapon, and the ones who were where stil standing in shock.

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Up on the hill was a boy. "Yes! Hit another one of those climbers!"

"You better be careful, isn't there a camp up there?" A man says to him, Sitting on a chair,

"I dunno" He aims and gets ready to fire again.

"I TOLD YOU TO STOP THAT!" A woman screams, snagging the gun from his hands quickly. Placing it down.

"Those people could be dangerous! Thinking you shot at them will cause everything to go blunt!!"

"Jeez relax, we are miles away anyways-"

"IF YOU CAN HIT THEM, THEY CAN HIT US!"

"Gosh..I'm sorry..." The boy hangs him head, before smirking and kicking her shin. Before walking off in a mood.

"You alright?" The man asks, watching as the girl slowly hobbles over and sits with him.

"I guess..."

"It'll be ok. We are pretty much safe up here..."

"I hope so..."

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