Fate has a weird way of slapping us down, beating us up, and force us to call it "Daddy". I had a lot to think about on the trip to Macon, none of it good. I don't think any of this will pan out, but I couldn't let anyone know and let them lose hope. I can't lose hope myself, else I would have nothing to live for.
I was mentioning fate before, and how it never seems to be good - well, hear's why.
We made it into Macon, and to our luck, we ran out of gas once we hit downtown. We got out of the vehicle to look for some folks but found that no one would answer and our voices would echo in the empty street. Katjaa got sight of one person and ran to greet him. Damn woman doesn't learn. Turns out what she was running to, was a fucking walker. The thing caught whiff of her and lurched towards her. Damn thing attracted more of them while we were trying to get away. They were coming from everywhere. Before we knew it, we were surrounded.
Ducky was grabbed first, we tried to fight it off, but their grip is insanely strong. Next thing I know, I'm hearing a gun shot and the walker grabbing Ducky drops. We turn to find a woman running at us, gunning down the walkers while a man motions for us to run in their direction. We all moved as fast as possible while those things clutched at our heels. Their moans and gasps letting us know we had no margin for error. We moved into a shop cage and barely managed to close the thing and lock it before those things caught us.
The five of us ran into the store out of breathe and into the presence of another party. One of the members thought Ducky was bitten before we had the chance check him. He wanted to throw the poor boy outside with the walkers so we won't risk him turning inside. Needless to say we managed to convince him the boy was okay. And by convince I mean he could no longer argue because he began clutching his chest and dropped to the ground. As we were discussing how to get this man help, the realization sunk in. This was my fathers store, and he was nowhere to be found...
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