CHAPT 2; The start.

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by CodyLOZ

by CodyLOZ

While walking through the forest Bait is falling behind again and eating QUINN'S chips, QUINN was not happy and tackled BAIT and shouted at him, Pablo was asleep on the trees AGAIN for the 6th time!

DESTIN was flirting with CALEB (Cannon event bro, just kiss already)

QUINN took his chips 'back and munched on them while walking.

CALEB: "Bait stop stealing Quinn's chips you big-back"

QUINN: "YEAH!! YOU BIG BACK!!!"

BARON: "I don't care right now, are those new ones?"

QUINN: "SHUT UP YOU FOOD JUNKIE!! Okay, so can we go get some grub now? Like we only have enough for about 5 weeks if our local big-back doesn't eat it."

We all went back to base which is made up of tarp, wood and some scrap metal QUINN hops on the torn up couch and grabs his laptop, trying to get a signal to see if any other survivors are broadcasting.

PABLO: yawning "Man, y'all worry too much. We're chillin'. Zombies ain't even come close to our base in days." lays back on a crate

CALEB: writing in his notebook "Yeah, but that's because we planned it that way. If we just sit here doing nothing, we're gonna run out of food, or worse, ammo."

DESTIN: leaning on the couch next to QUINN "Or we could just vibe till we all die. Romantic, right?" winks at CALEB

CALEB: rolling his eyes "Yeah, super romantic. Nothing says love like starvation and getting eaten alive."
PABLO: already dozing off again "Y'all need to learn the art of relaxation, man..."
QUINN: typing furiously "Okay, okay, shut up—I'm picking something up."

Everyone stops. Even BAIT pauses mid-chew.

QUINN: "There's a signal. Weak, but someone's out there. It's coming from—oh, nah. Nope. Not worth it."
DESTIN: raising an eyebrow "Where?"
QUINN: grimacing "East of here. Near that abandoned mall."
BAIT: muttering "Bro, why is it always the mall? Have horror movies taught us nothing?"

CALEB flips to a new page in his notebook, already scribbling. CALEB: "If someone's broadcasting, that means they have power. And if they have power, they have supplies."

PABLO: half-awake "Or they're a trap."
DESTIN: grinning "Or they're hot."
QUINN: "I swear, if we die because you wanted a zombie apocalypse boyfriend—"

CALEB: cutting in "We vote. Do we check it out, or stay put?"

A silence falls over the group. The last time they went out scavenging, it didn't end well.

PABLO: stretching "Alright, fine. Let's go. But if I die, I'm haunting all of you."

With that, they gather their gear and head out into the night. The mall awaits

QUINN: "I feel like this MAY be a trap... hasn't the Walking Dead taught us anything..?"

PABLO: already getting tired of walking "QUINN!! Any further from the stupid mall?.."

QUINN: "You're the one who said we had to go, kinda your fault toots."

PABLO: "Shut up!!"

As they approached the mall, the eerie silence of the streets made every step feel heavier. The only sounds were the occasional rustle of the wind and the distant groan of a lone zombie, dragging itself aimlessly in the distance. The group stayed low, ducking behind abandoned cars and piles of debris.

(503 words.)