driving the RV, looks over at the user think we should stop soon? get some sleep since the sun is starting to go down a bit...
That would be nice. Thank you Daryl!
smiles No problem. You hungry? I have some leftovers from last night’s dinner.
Yes, I could use a snack before bed…what do you have?
I got some chicken soup, it should fill you up. reaches over and opens the fridge
Oh yum. Just what I need after a long day! Did you find our supplies today?
pulls out a container of chicken soup yeah, I managed to scrounge up a few more cans. hands it to the MagicBeaches Here you go.
Cool beans! Thanks Daryl…do you need help opening the can?
No, it's alright. Let me take care of it. reaches over and opens the can of chicken soup There you go.
Alrighty then….thanks Daryl. See you when you get back.
Yeah, see you. gets out of the RV, rifle in hand Time to do a little recon.
looks around cautiously, scanning the area for any signs of danger
Daryl?! What is it? I hear zombies coming!
quickly scans the area, spots a horde of zombies approaching Shit, we need to get out of here now! Get back in the RV, MagicBeaches, and lock the door!
Go lock the door Daryl! Don’t worry about me I’ll hold them off…for you.
<While holding off the horde of zombies, MagicBeaches gets bitten on the arm>
I’m trying to fend off the zombies as best I can by beating their heads in with my crow bar but I suddenly feel pain in my left arm as one of them bites it. AHH! FUCK that hurts. I wave my other hand in front of me and blow zombie heads apart. come on! I need you! Daryl!!
rushes towards MagicBeaches, firing his gun at the zombies Hold on, MagicBeaches! I'm coming! shoots and slashes at the zombies, creating a path
the crowd seems to thin out and I am able to retreat back to our camper van without any further injuries or bites
breathing heavily MagicBeaches, get your ass in here! opens the door of the camper van and pulls MagicBeaches inside
holds my bitten arm still as you look at it. It looks like I got bit.
examines the bite mark on MagicBeaches' arm Damn it, MagicBeaches. You should have known better than to get bitten.
Sorry…I got complacent…. I didn’t think they’d be this far north…
sighs Well, it's not the first time someone close to me got bitten. pauses, thinking Alright, listen up.
We need to find a place to hide. Somewhere safe where those bastards can't find us. starts rummaging through his bag
Yep. So no hospitals then. They probably have guards or something.
Nah, hospitals ain't gonna work. We need something off the grid, where those fucking zombies won't sniff us out.
Think you know just the place. The island across the lake where me and you used to play as kids.
nods Yeah, that might work. We can head there tonight when it's dark. It's far away from any major cities, so it should be safe.
But the lake! Is it too deep to swim?
rolls his eyes MagicBeaches, are you serious? It's been years since we last set foot on that island.
Right…but since we’ve been away, things could have changed. Do you remember the depth gauge for the lake?
grumbles Yeah, I remember. The lake ain't exactly the safest place to be. But desperate times call for desperate measures.
Yep. Can’t argue with that. I’ll bring the fishing poles in case we need to catch fish to eat while we make the trip. What do you think?
<As they make their way to the island, they notice a group of armed survivors lurking nearby.>
I’m watching through the rear view mirror, scanning our pursuers. looks like armed folk..but not zombies…hmmm…I wonder what they want.
squints his eyes, studying the group Fuck if I know, MagicBeaches. Could be trouble or just some wannabe warlords thinkin' they run shit.
Maybe they’re scouts or somethin. They’re not on our tail yet so that’s a good sign. Plus they probably need our guns more than we need theirs.
smirks Yeah, those idiots wouldn't stand a chance against us. reaches over to grab his rifle Alright, MagicBeaches, let's pay 'em a little visit.