UNITY

Chapter 7

3 months later...

I screamed in frustration as I kept trying to pump what was left of the fuel in one of the filling stations in this fucking gasoline place.

I have already travelled to the Batangas military settlement camp and to no one's surprise, my family wasn't there. It has already been abandoned, with soldiers, zombies, and corpses strewn about as if a big war has occurred. It was a fucking wasteland. I held up hope that they're alive and well, that maybe they just moved somewhere. Luckily for me, I didn't see any familiar faces on those among the dead.

What I did find though, was my step-mom's family. Long story short, my kill count increased that day. I didn't have any guilt or pity to show whatsoever, since they were horrible to my step-mom in the first place.

Now I'm on my way back to Pampanga, specifically to a place called Clark Freeport. Where the posters I saw say that they have a big settlement camp where it provides its survivors with food and water and that everybody's welcome.

Bullshit.

If anything, perhaps that settlement only accepts able-bodied people to work for them and selfishly keep their rations for themselves, it may even be a militia at this point.

It's better to assume the worst than experience it, am I right?

But I have no choice.

And if they happen to be kind, giving, courteous, anything that this apocalypse isn't, then I'd stay... indefinitely, of course. I can't stay in one place; it always goes to shit at some point.

Tootsie growled at the 7/11 store here in the gasoline station, and I readied my aluminum bat, now equipped with nails and barbed wire. Now, I know I'm no Negan, but I can certainly feel his power coursing in me through this bat.

Hehe, channeling my inner-Negan.

"Down, girl," I said to her, and she obeyed.

The door was fucking opened by a ravenous zombie with bloodied intestines hanging from its mouth, which it likely hadn't finished its meal and yet was already looking for a fresh one.

"Come on, zombie," I mumbled. I braced myself for the zombie as it barreled its way towards me, its rotten arms trying to reach me before I ducked and hit its jaw upwards, rendering it almost motionless on the ground.

Its twitching body was an indication to me that it was still alive, so I bash the zombie's head in three times just to make sure.

"Good girl," I said to my dog. We have to go. If a zombie was here, no doubt there would be more coming from the convenience store since I screamed out earlier.

I was pretty damned frustrated, too.

"Woah... look, brother."

I pointed my gun at the unknown person who appeared behind my car, no doubt trying to loot it. Bitch, I'm no idiot, of course, I lock my car!

As for a quick getaway, there's no one here for miles! Except for the dead zombie or anything else in the 7/11 store.

The two people, both of whom are, to what I recall, brothers, have their arms up in surrender.

"Don't shoot! We're friendly!" The one who spoke previously was panicking, and I almost lowered my weapon if it weren't for the other person who only glared at me, which made me aim my weapon at them a bit more precise.

But, am I high, or I'm seeing double?

The talkative one was still... well, talking, his voice overriding my thoughts. "I'm Quartz... He's Onyx."