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Day 5 (Joshua)
We weren't as far from civilization as I had thought. Besides, seeing as it wasn't that easy to get too far from Honolulu with a car that had enough gas for only a day's drive. Luckily, we'd found another one, long abandoned by its owner, alone on the roadside, the coast completely clear.
Nothing stirred as the old Chevy truck roared across the freeway towards our destination. Not even a bird could be seen flying through the air.
Joyce and James remained in the back, probably planning out escape routes and which area usually had the least people roaming around, and then to make a list of what was needed.
Hopefully they'd share their plans with me eventually.
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Here, at the side entrance, through the emergency exit, which had already been disabled, was the best place to enter.
Foods that weren't that easy to go bad would include junk food, boxed chocolates, and all other unhealthy things. But they would have to do for now.
Joyce became our scout as she went on ahead of us after we'd parked in the huge parking structure that was a part of Walmart. She eventually came back, very pink in the face and panting heavily from her chest. Perhaps being quick and nimble hadn't been her forte.
She said that she saw a few of them walking in and out of the aisle ways. She'd peeked in through one of the less noticeable windows.
Of course they had no minds, or else all three of them would've been caught long ago. Instead, they relied upon the most basic instincts all animals had; sight, smell, and hearing. Now I knew what a rabbit felt like when it had a fox after it...well, maybe an undead fox.
"Then I guess we'll just have to watch out as we don't want to waste too many bullets." said James, hefting his shotgun. Somehow, he'd produced that huge thing from the back of the truck we'd found. Apparently, it's owner was too late in retrieving it. The body, obviously, wasn't found.
"Damn. You and that gun. It's so freaky seeing you carrying that thing." Joyce said this while giving James a weird look.
"Whatever. We aren't really the ones deciding what we can or cannot defend ourselves with." I said in his defense.
"Whatever." she repeated my words.
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I didn't know why the hell something like this would turn up in the neighborhood Walmart, but we miraculously managed to come upon several unopened crates of Deluxe Takedown Rifles, fresh from the market. Was luck on our side or what?
That was, until we found out that there was no ammunition to go with them.
I had kicked one of the boxes in fury and ended up with a stubbed toe.
As I had jumped up and down in pain, Joyce had noticed a small box placed nearby and, when she opened it, there inside was a small gun with the words Lady Hawk etched on to the side, along with three magazines lying besides it.
We left them be once we made our leave. It wasn't worth having all that unnecessary blood stinking up the floor or having any wasted cartridges.
Each of us had a backpack strapped to our backs. I had a blue one, Joyce had a purple one, and James' was black. And all of them were filled, but enough so that it would sustain us and to allow free movement at the same time.
For, perhaps the fifth time that day, I was glad that I had company.
 shoyou100 · Sat Oct 18, 2008 @ 08:47am · 0 Comments |
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