Chapter 58 - War (part 8)

Tank stares out the window as Riley drives towards the Camelot community wondering what was going to be doing or how far the wall of theirs was coming along. "What is on your mind Tank?" Riley asks not moving his eyes from the road. "Just wondering how the community we are going to is doing and how the trade thing will go." Tank says looking at the tattooed boy looking at ease. "Are you okay?" Riley asks. "Why do you ask?" Tank asks. "It has been a very tumultuous couple of days might be a lot to take in." Riley says watching the road. "I'm fine man this kind of shit is kind of the norm you know but what about you? How are you doing?" Tank asks. Riley shrugs reaching into his jacket to pull out a cigarette. "Do you ever have those moments when your sleeping and things are happening in your dreams that feel so real that when you wake up it is stranger to be in reality than the dream but it leaves you with a deep feeling that you need to be ready for it when the dream becomes reality?" Riley asks. Tank scratches his head. "I'm not really sure but what is it you feel like you have to prepare for?" Tank asks smiling happy to see Riley looking forward to the future and not just staying alive. "War." Riley says bluntly cutting away the yet to blossom hope within Tank. "War? What do you mean war Riley who can wage war anymore?" Tank asks. "Anyone who wants to and anyone who needs to we are human and it is in our nature to wage war the thing that worries me is the fact we are going to lose our edge against humans and we will be taken out by a community that fights against others for their supplies or resources." Riley explains. "Do you ever relax?" Tank asks watching the boy smoke. "When I'm killing something or cleaning my guns maybe the occasional cigarette break while watching people." Riley answers plainly. "How do you plan to make a trade route with Camelot so that no one gets screwed and how would we pay for goods since it didn't seem to me they used points like we do?" Tank asks "simple and within the very name of our goal is the answer brother we trade, goods for goods those trading will have the burden of determining what they find fair for commerce I'm sure we will come up with more rules and regulations but for now getting the ball rolling is the more important thing." Riley explains. Tank sighs. "I kinda feel bad for the adults in our past having to come up with this shit even though it would be easier to just take what we need or want and kill the people that bitch about it." Tank groans. "And that pretty much sums up our species history and id imagine the contributing factor to our current fuck up." Riley chuckles. Tank laughs. "Yeah maybe lets not do that." Tank says. The Camelot prison comes into view along with the few 13 Clan members sent to aid in construction. "Why did we need to bring your semi again?" Tank asks "to move some shit and I'm paranoid as fuck and wont be left screwed again." Riley answers parking the truck and pulling his Horde buster from a recently added gun rack. "Tank what brings you here already man we haven't even finished the wall yet." a young man with a curly mohawk and freckles across his smiling face says. "We sent a full group of you why is it the wall isn't complete let alone with the help from the citizens you should be farther along." Riley scolds glaring at the young man. "Who are you to tell me what to do i take orders from tank." the young man shoots back. "I'm Riley Stein and i'm debating how you die." Riley says passing the paling boy on his way to meet Lancelot. "Yo lance how are you coming along?" Riley asks popping into a tent erected in the rec yard. "Oh crap." Lance says rubbing his eyes. "Things are going the frame work has been completed and now we are reinforcing it while we are sending out hunting parties to get more familiar with killing the zombies and gathering supplies." Lance says tiredly. Riley offers Lance a cigarette which the man declines before lighting it and releasing a cloud. "So whats the bad news that has you so wound up?" Riley asks. "We lost 3 people and a fight broke out between 1 of your people and ours." Lance says. "Why didn't anyone tell me about this?" Tank asks entering the tent with the sweating young man. "We dealt with it quickly and didn't want to bother you with it." the young man explains. "When you are sent to aid a community you represent the entire clan and you will report everything to us we decide what is bothersome or not who is the fucking idiot that started it us or you?" Riley asks staring at Lance. "We did in a way, the 13 clan member was taking a break and our member told them to stop being lazy and pushed them over." Lance says. Riley groans with Lance and Tank. "its going to be so had not to kill our own fucking people." Riley complains pulling his fathers revolver out and points it at the young mans head. "You go with the rest of the 13 members present here to the fort find Rat and tell him that he is to send 20 of his hunters here as well as more of Tanks Scavengers and warn them before they leave i will hurt them if they cause problems or misrepresent us." Riley holsters the gun and turns to stare at the map on a table that Lance was pouring over. "This is going to be fucking tiring."