Day 08: New Information

“What the fuck is this?” Troy asked, finally shutting the door. “Who are those men?”

“They work as part of a militia,” Pete said. “They broke into the store and were rifling through my stuff. I waited until they split up and one-by-one I attacked them and got them subdued.”     

  

“You took them down by yourself?” Dominic asked. Pete nodded. “Were there any others? They don’t usually move without groups.”

“As far as I know it was only those two. I-I didn’t want you to see. I was hoping the zombies would take care of them.”

“Yeah they don’t appear too interested in your hostages but I know someone who might be,” Troy replied.

“What are you thinking?” Dominic asked.

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Day 04: Lawless

Elise drifted through darkness, floating weightlessly in an inky black void. Slowly she realized she must have passed out for some reason and was not quite awake. Muddled voices could be heard as her eyes blinked behind closed lids and she shook her head as she came to.

The first thing she noticed was a sharp stabbing pain in her head. Reaching up, she felt her hair matted in blood and grimaced as she ran her fingers over the jagged edges of what must certainly be a serious head wound.

In addition, her left arm, shoulder, and side were numb. Moving them slightly, she winced at small twinges of pain here and there, but was relieved to see that they were not broken though it did seem that she had been thrown down on that side recently and with significant force.

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21. Soul Collector

It was a quiet night, which I think a lot of us appreciated. It was bad enough Chazz believed there was a hell demon roaming the woods but it seemed like Jemma was beginning to believe it too. I sat watching her with Knox and wondering what it was she really saw. The other night I stayed in the tent with her and she only kept repeating the same words over and over again it’s eyes, it’s evil, red eyes.

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