chapter one - "Loved the rock wall growing up,"

                                        

                                              
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chapter one — "Loved the rock wall growing up,"

                                

                                    
                                
                                  
                                      
                                  
                                  
                                    
                                      
                                      
                                    
                                  
                                 
                                
                                
                              
                              
𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫:
‧⁺˚*‧☾ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐲 ☽‧*˚⁺‧
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Two dark dirty cars pulled off the shoulder of the road. The truck that Warren had been driving was officially out of gas. Ash watched in the bed of one of the trucks as everyone got out to examine the vehicle. Addy held onto her spiked bat, the same one that was held to her throat. Closely followed behind her was Mack, her boyfriend. Warren and Garnett were the ones in charge. Garnett mostly took the lead on things but always checked and discussed them with her. Doc was the one who suggested Ash join them, trying to talk everyone into agreeing. He was nice and friendly; she wondered what made that personality stick after all these years. The opposite of Murphy. Doc explained to her that the reason he looked so sickly was because he had been bitten eight times. His blood was some type of cure, which she was doubtful was an actual thing. Cassandra had her exchanged a few words, but that was it. Standing next to her in the bed, she didn't know his name, and he didn't speak much, or at all, really. But damn, was he an amazing shot.
"Well, that was fun."
"Ha-ha! Out of gas,"
"Running on fumes,"
Ash climbed out of the back of the truck, pulling her black hood down but keeping her mask covering her face as the truck was smoking. "Alright, so it looks like you got a flat," Warren announced, kicking the tire. Doc was already out from the driver's seat and walking towards the back of the truck. Ash had handed him the jack, as she had gotten it out when she had. He smiled sweetly at her and nodded his head, giving a silent thank you.
"Heads up, we got company!" Mack announced as the sound of motorcycle engines became louder and louder. 
"That's right. Keep rolling and we all live to see another day," Warren said in a calm voice, keeping her eyes on the two guys on the motorcycles, watching them completely drive away before turning back to the smoking truck. "Alright, let's do this quick."
Taking each of the bolts off the tire, nothing looked wrong with the tire. "Alright. Doesn't look flat, but it won't...turn." She struggled, twisting the wrench. 
"We ran over some fun stuff," Doc remarked.
"Okay. Well, help me get it off, and let's see what's going on." Warren finally got the last of bolts off and removed the tire, revealing a zombie lodged up under the axel. She was snarling and snapping at them, her mangled hand trying to reach out for any of them. "What are you waiting for?! Kill it! Kill it!" Murphy shouted, terrified at the sight of it.
Ash looked between both the zombie and Murphy. Even though a zombie snarling and reaching for you is quite scary in itself, it was stuck. Alongside being clearly outnumbered, by people to zombie. She pulled out one of her small but sharp knives from her back pocket, throwing it right between Doc and Warren, the blade landed right in the center of her skull. Four years meant the zombies bodies have rotted enough to allow a small knife to do the same damage a large one could. "It was pulling left," Warren, who was getting up off the ground, gave her a small nod of approval, dusting the dusty dirt off her hands onto the side of her pants and walking towards a clearing.