"What the hell? Where the hell did Carla go?" Cynthia asked.
"I have no idea," I replied. "But, my hunting rifle was right there in the corner by the rest of my stuff. Now it's gone."
I looked beyond the minivan that was blocking the entrance. The front gates were cracked open just a little. "Guys, I think I know where Carla's going," I told the others.
Mick hurried up and pulled the van aside and we all ran out into the lot. I popped my head out and looked across the road and there was Carla, charging across the vacant lot and heading in the direction of the campers.
"She's going to get a receipt," Mick said as he hopped out of the van.
"We have to stop her," Janice muttered.
Carla was almost to the buildings on the other side of the lot. We had to hurry if we wanted to stop her. I looked around to make sure there were no dead things nearby. With the coast clear, I darted out from the warehouse and started running across the vacant lot.
"Reid, wait up," Cynthia said.
"Carla!" I yelled. Yeah, it was risky shouting for her like that. I could alert more than just the biters, but as established, I'm not that smart.
Carla didn't acknowledge me at all; she just kept charging across towards the buildings.
"Carla, please stop!" Cynthia yelled. Cyn had caught up to me and we were running side by side.
"She's not stopping," I told Cyn.
"No shit," Cynthia replied.
I had to think of something to get Carla to stop. "Carla, there's no bullets in that rifle!"
Carla stopped just as she was about to cross the street. She examined the rifle and saw that it was indeed loaded. Carla turned and looked at Cyn and I, "Liar!"
"Uh, my bad?" I replied.
Cynthia and I made it across the lot caught up to Carla. The rest of the group was running behind us and they made it too.
"Carla, what are you doing?" An out of breath Angie asked.
"What the hell does it look like? I'm taking out those assholes. It's their fault Maurice and Phil are gone," Carla responded.
"Unless you're an expert sniper and a few of those assholes stood in line, I highly doubt you'll be able to do much damage to all of them. Come on, let's go back to the warehouse and discuss our next moves," I said.
"Fuck that shit," Carla replied very eloquently.
"Carla, if you go in there, guns blazing, you won't last five seconds against them," Mick told her.
"I don't care. As long as I get Carter."
"Yeah, you take him out and then his lackeys lure more dead things to us as revenge," I said. "Look, you're angry. Devastated even. I get it. But going after those pricks with a hunting rifle is like pissing in the ocean. It won't do a damn thing," I said. "Just come back to the warehouse with us. Please, Carla."
Carla thought about it for a second or tow. Then she bowed her head and looked at the ground. Carla took the rifle and handed it over to Mick. "You're right, Reid," she muttered to me. Carla began to cry again. Janice and Ang grabbed her and helped Carla in getting back to the warehouse.
"That could have been a disaster," Cynthia muttered to me as we were walking back.
"Tell me about it," I replied. I kept on looking behind us to make sure Carter and his gang weren't around, watching us.
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The Rot: Book 2
HorrorIt's been seven months since the undead apocalypse began. Reid Abrams and his friends are trying to get by as best they can, surviving one day at a time. While searching for supplies, Reid encounters a new survivor that tells him of a community of p...