The Run

                                    

                                          
 
No clue if this was known but
Tank top guy = Colby
Blondie = Sam
Black haired guy = Jake
Man bun/Mulan = Corey
The one who was stabbed = Kat
The one who was shit = Devyn
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T'was the next day when I noticed "Fuck! I need more supplies." Which also happens to mean, I need to go on a run. Which also means I'll have to drag someone along. Which means I'd have to spend hours, possibly days, with a random person. 
I gave a long sigh before I went into the living room, where the freaks were. 
     "I have to go on a run." 
Everyone looked around clueless on why I'd tell them.
  
   "Which means I'll have to drag one of you along so if the others decide to fuck with my shit, I'll just off the one I took." 
They all looked at each other weirdly.
   "I say we sacrifice Sam." 
"JAKE!" The girl that had the knife in her yesterday yelled.
"WHAT?!" He yelled back.
She just sighed and shook her head. 
"I can go." The tank top guy offered. 
"How well liked are you within the group?" 
He looked back.
"WE FUCKING HATE THAT GUY!" The guy with the man bun yelled.
Everyone burst out in a fit of laughter, myself included. 
"Damn well I guess I can't take you, they won't care if I kill you. Who's most liked here?" 
They all looked at each other clueless. 
"I still say we sacrifice Sam." The black haired guy spoke.
"Well how liked is Blondie?" 
  "OH WE LOVE HIM!" Tank top guy yelled. 
"OH FUCK YOU COLBY!" Blondie yelled.
"Ok I know y'all like bickering but pick before I pick for you."
"Well, Colby and Jake are the least injured...." The guy with the man bun mumbled in a sing-songy voice.
They both looked at him like he was crazy. 
"I mean, I don't mind going." Tank top guy responded.
"I guess I could tag along.... but if I come even the slightest bit close to dying, I'm never going anywhere again!" The other guy yelled like he was a toddler.
"Well then! Let's get a move along! I ain't got all day!"
I brought them into my hidden room to pick a weapon of their choice. Of course they chose a gun, typical for them. They don't seem like they could really hold a knife or an axe properly. So, I took a a gun and my throwing knives.
Once we crossed the board, we started walking. I had a map of the place and the jackpot would be Ms. Hallison' s house. I had found her house about a month ago, she was dying. I had broken in looking for goods and found her in her bedroom having a seizure. She had encephalitis, inflammation of the brain. She had also been bitten. She was 74 years old and was dying. I took care of her for a while, until may 21st of 2020. She knew she'd die that day so she made me promise to her that I'd take in anyone who needed help like I did her. She also made me promise to kill her once she finally bit the dust.