Justine gave me a stern look when I told him that we had to go. He was hesitant at first, but I didn’t even bother explaining it to him because he should know what I meant by now. Justine nodded at me when he realized why I was in a hurry, so he grabbed all the things he got from the counter. The two of us immediately made our way to where our car was parked.
“Where’s Peter?” Justine asked when we got to our hummer.
I shrugged. “I don’t know. He’s probably still out there,” I paused to gasp some air. “Justine, we need to go,” I continued.
He nodded and opened the trunk of the car. He put there all the things we got, while I looked for our surroundings to check if there’s any rotten. When we’re already done putting everything inside, Justine slowly closed the trunk and glanced to where the junkyard was.
“I need to go to Peter. Stay here inside the car and don’t come outside,” Ju
I snapped out my thoughts away as I looked at the main entrance and observed the large graffiti with the words 'U.S. ARMY' written on it. It was painted in black and yellow colors, and it was surrounded by a brick wall and standard-size black-picket fences on all sides.Justine smiled at me as he tapped me on my shoulders. “Come on inside, let’s go.”“Yeah,” is the only thing I replied.I followed him inside the base, my gaze wandering everywhere. As usual, Peter was in front of us. The entire place was deafeningly silent, and it appeared that no one else was there except us. I believe we came here to stay and partly because Justine knew someone from the base. But, judging by how things are looking right now, I believe it will be just the three of us again.Staying here doesn't seem too horrible either. I mean, it could serve as a safe haven for us. Who knows? We can stay here for whoever knows how long until we got rescued. Or will any rescuers ever arrive now? I let out a heavy sigh
“What was that?” I asked, looking now all stiff at Justine.He shook his head indicating that he knew nothing about what Peter has said. Well, Peter mentioned something about a man and a woman and that they’re not both infected. And I was thinking, how sure Peter was to say something like that? I mean, we never know. They could be infected, but they’re not yet completely rotten.That’s possible.Justine and I followed where Peter has gone to as we went towards the main gate. The darkness was giving us these eerie vibes, but thanks to the luminous moons above us, it’s giving us some light. The whole place was deafeningly silent and all we could hear was our breath and the fireflies, as well as the noises from cicadas.“Do you think Peter’s right-” I stopped from asking a question when we have reached the main gate.Over there was a blonde woman and a man in his black sando and sweatpants. I gasped when I noticed that the man was being carried by the woman and judging from his dispositio
Gigi didn't say anything anymore after that. She's just there in front of me, both her hands were placed on her face. For some reason, I feel like Gigi and I shared a huge connection with each other. We stayed like that for a moment, and I let her cry. I was holding the band-aid on my left hand, waiting for her to stop from wailing, and when she finally did, I immediately started pouring some drops of betadine on the cotton buds.“How long have you been here?” she asked when she had finally composed herself.I stopped from dropping betadine on the cotton bud and I looked up at her.I smiled. “Probably a week? I’m not really sure. But that’s my estimate,” I shrugged.“With the two of your friends?”I frowned. “Justine and Peter?”She nodded. I smiled at her and started applying the cotto
As soon as Peter said that I rose from where I was lying down and followed him. Of course, I was delighted to know that Ricky was already awake. And when we got there, I saw both Justine and Gigi standing surrounding Ricky. I walked beside them and examined Ricky who was sitting uncomfortably on the bunker bed.“How are you feeling?” Justine asked.Ricky did not say anything at first and he just roamed his eyes around us until it stopped to Gigi. And that’s when several questions came to my mind. I honestly don’t know what their relations are. Although I tried asking Gigi about that the last time, and she just gave me a vague answer. So, I figured out they don’t want to talk about that.“I’m doing good. How long have I been sleeping?” Ricky suddenly asked.The three of us surrounded him as Justine continued talking to him. “You&rsquo
When we got back to the base, it was already noon. It wasn’t really easy because we have to walk past through those rotten and they’re many of them along the road. As usual, the whole place was quiet. But I must say that Justine was right. The rain indeed helped us get back to the base safely and smoothly.And I just learned another thing from that journey.Rotten couldn’t see us nor hunt for their prey when it’s raining. I bet it’s something connected to their olfactory, because based on my observation when it’s raining, their sense of hearing doesn’t seem to function properly, since what they’re hearing first were the rain droplets.“Are you okay?” Justine asked as soon as we got outside the hummer.He had to park the car first as Peter continued to inspect the surroundings. When we finally got inside, Gigi was standing in fr
I don't need to be reminded twice. My fears were soothed by Justine's presence, and I sprang to my feet to fetch my baseball bat. Justine after me, double-checking everything I'd previously inspected. Of course, it frustrates and bothers me, but I kept my mouth silent because he had just saved my life from that life-death situation."What exactly are you searching for?" he enquired as he shifted his rifle gun. "Perhaps I can assist you to make it faster."I cleared my throat. “Anything that could fit us.”Finally, I made my way to the clothing section. Unzipping my rucksack, I began stuffing all the tops that caught my attention. There are sandos, shorts, and several other types of apparel. I grabbed anything that seemed like it might suit me, as well as clothes for my four other buddies. I ended up with around twenty shirts and bottoms in all. I also snatched some undergarments. There are rough
"Refrain from pulling the trigger until you're ready to shoot and attack.That's a significant error a lot of amateurs make while learning how to use a handgun," Justine explained. He was seated on the cushion next to me, and his hands were showing me what to do. "Remove the safety and pull the trigger, once you feel ready."I responded with a question, which elicited a peal of laughter from Justine. "How can I know whether the safety is turned on?"Ah, this is so embarrassing.I scowled at him, hating the fact that my cheeks were on fire with absolute shame. One person shouldn't be able to make someone feel so dumb, but Justine certainly did. Peter, on the other hand, does not laugh, which I appreciate and like about him the most. He just assisted Justine and showed me how to switch the safety on and off, as well as how to grasp the rifle properly and effectively.
I went into the bathroom first thing in the morning, along with a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, a cotton swab, and a new bandage and gauze. I spotted the wound on my lower leg after stripping away the previous bandage. When I went scavenging, I almost forgot I had this. When I looked down at my wound, I noticed it was a reddish-brown hue and gently swelled up whenever I touched it. The injury was mending, but I don't want to risk it becoming infected. So, I gently cleaned it, dried it, and applied a new bandage on it.Then I changed for the day in the new clothes that Gigi had picked out for me beforehand, and I felt terrific. My clothing wasn't grubby, ripped, or drenched in blood for the first time in months. I feel like a whole different person when I wear them. It was weird to imagine that something as fundamental as new clothing might brighten one's happiness, yet they do.Peter, Justine, Ricky, and Gigi were all seated at