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On the next day, at a very far distance from the base, at a small pharmacy store, our group of six survivors left the place. All of them had a hard time sleeping on a place that was surrounded a few hours ago by zombies who were either walking, running, crawling, or jumping around on this area. The survivors sees a few corpses of zombies, laying on the ground, left with any sign of moving.
"These things must've been eaten by Undeads." says Artur looking at a body of a walker, with his chest cut open and missing organs. "Poor fella. His kidney got stolen."
"Do you think it was good?" asks Charly approaching Artur.
"If we were in modern world that was almost a month ago, we would get enough money to pay the rent at any apartment for almost a year." says Artur.
"Guys." says Sigurd approaching the two survivor who were inspecting the corpse of what was once a moving zombie. "We are thinking of going on foot to the base of military."
"Really?" asks Artur.
"How much it will take us?" asks Charly to Sigurd.
"About a day if we are moving now." responds Sigurd to Charly. "The things must've been headed to that direction." he points to the East. "If we get lucky, we will reach there when they will eliminate the entire horde."
"If?"
"Hope they will." say Sigurd.
Charly and Sigurd are walking to the other four survivors who are inspecting the corpse of somebody who was fresh infected. Upon looking at the corpse, they realize the corpse is dressed in a Swedish Army Uniform and is having a backpack. Charly decides to stab the head of that creature as a precaution measure, and then he turns him over, takes the backpack and search his contents.
Charly takes from there what is seems like to be a radio station, or a walkie-talkie. He handed to Sigurd, who tries to turn it on, but with no result. He turns the station around and checks his back where is the batteries stored. He sees there are no batteries.
"Fuck." says Sigurd, and he hands the station back to Charly. "Thought we might have a chance to contact them and announce them of our arrival."
"Guys." says Charly after he stops looking on the backpack. Takes from there what looks like a C4 type bomb.
"My God." says Ebba at that bomb.
"What the hell was that man doing with this?" asks Artur.
"Hope he was not a suicide bomber." says Ebba.
Sigurd carefully takes the bomb from Charly hands, and he looks at the timer. He sees the bomb it is turned off. A thing that is making all six of them takes a breath of relief. Sigurd decides to put the bomb on his backpack. A few of his teammates are looking scared, then Sigurd told them.
"This might be needed."
"Also, this." says Charly hands a remote to Sigurd. A looking remote who is used to detonate bombs from far distance rather than putting them on timer.
"Cool." says Sigurd taking that remote.
After he finished checking the backpack, Charly put it down, and rises to his feet. He did not have luck to find any batteries to help them make the walkie-talkie station work. Also, he did not fin food, water or any bullets there. But a bomb is considered to be a good find if they will encounter a Class F zombie.
After a few seconds, the six survivors are walking further to the base direction. They have to walk at least a day, which is almost ten to twenty kilometres. This can take even more than a day because of the dangers and if they encounter a zombie on the road, taking the fact that zombies in the hordes, tend to break the group, and remain on one place or hiding in some houses.
The group decides to walk in the forests zone in order to avoid the zombies who are staying still and walking on the roads who used to be filled with moving cars rather than unmoving cars or turned upside cars. As the group is walking in the forest, and not even one hundred steps, they hear a "Gragh! Guargh!" noises made by zombies. All of the six are looking everywhere to see who is producing the noise, then, Artur sees it, but at a place they never thought it will be.
"Up there." he points at a zombie who is stuck on a tree branches at a distance of 5 meters from ground. "Looks like a skydiver got unlucky."
"Way too unlucky." says Charlotte. "If he falls, he will become a Crawler."
"True." says Artur.
"Should we try to end his suffering?" asks Charly to the group.
"No." says Sigurd. "WE cannot risk being heard by the others. We have to move quiet and not attract too much attention."
The survivors decide to leave the zombie stuck on the tree, continuing to let free the specific sounds a zombie makes. That zombies tries to move, but he is stuck there. His arms are almost about to fall because they are cut by tree branches, and his legs are totally broken given by the state they are bend in a direction leg should not be.
The people walk a few meters, and they observe a crashed truck with a transportation service logo. The survivors look around the truck and observes there is nothing surrounding the truck, like a zombie or a corpse of a zombie. After they saw nothing is there, Charly and Charlotte go to the truck cabin, they opened it by raising the door and look around it.
"Check this out." says Charly to the other gang members.
"What?" asks Sigurd approaching the truck, and he sees a lot of supplies in the truck.
The supplies this truck was carrying consists into mostly food packed in bags. Sigurd goes into the truck, he search the truck and observes a few boxes that carries chips like Lay's, Chio, and many other food like biscuits, water bottles, alcohol drinks and many more.
"How can a treasure like this be unattended?" asks Sigurd.
"I don't know." says Charly. "But we are taking this to our home." he looks at his twin sister, who agrees by shaking her head in approval.
"This food can be useful to the army." says Sigurd.
"The Army are packed with food and anything else." says Charly. "This food is much more valuable to my camp."
"And how are you going to transport over there?" asks Sigurd curios.
"By asking the army for a spare truck." says Charly.
"… Guess you can take it." says Sigurd leaving the truck to Charly. He finds out it will be useless to argue with him, especially how valuable source he and his sister are to this four team of survivors.
Charly closes the door of the truck, and he talks with his sister while the other continues to walk further to the army base.
"Can you stay here and protect the truck?"
"Why me?" asks her sister.
"Don't worry, we will be coming back with a spare truck. We take these, and we are out of here."
"Why can't we leave it here and come back with a truck together?"
"It's too dangerous. WE might risk it to get stolen by somebody else." he looks around, then he takes off from under clothes a gun. "Here." he hands the gun to Charlotte.
"But how?" asks Charlotte, not believing her brother had a pistol.
"I've found it on the pharmacy we were staying overnight. I checked and is having six bullets."
Charlotte takes the pistol, she looks on the ammo compartments, then after she put it back. She looks on his brother eyes and says.
"You promise you will come back?"
"I promise." says her brother, who takes a dagger, he makes a small cut on his big thumb. "Blood promise?"
Charlotte takes the brother dagger, she also made a small incision on her big thumb. Then, when both of their small cuts are broken, they press the thumb and say.
"I promise I will be coming back with a working truck." says Charly to Charlotte.
"And I promise I will protect its contents." say Charlotte to Charly.
After they made this promise, these two are temporarily breaking their roads. charlotte stays hidden o the trees and bushes to watch the truck not being raided and stolen by a local group, while Charly goes on walking with the other people to the army base.
When Charly came back to the group, Ebba asks him.
"Where is your sister?"
"She decided to stay behind and protect the truck." say Charly.
"I see." responds Sigurd. "Hope she will be safe."
"Don't worry. She can handle this mere task." says Charly taking the lead. "We have to move."
The other group of survivors is following Charly.