A crisp mid autumn breeze blew through the makeshift camp, making the unsecured tent flaps Getty left up into the air allowing the warm air out and the cool air in. It was a feeling he knew all to well. Shivering some the man curled closer about himself. He was hardly awake as he relived the same day over and over in his mind. The cold cell held him, the screams he heard through the halls seemed to all be happening again and again like a video put on repeat. The pain seemed real as well with the countless needles injecting him with only God knows what. Worst of all was the cold dark cell they locked him in when they were done, the one where he was left to convulsed in as the injections took effect. It was about that time every morning when he woke, body covered in sweat from the vivid dream. Stretching some Steven woke, yawning as he did so. No one here knew of what happened to him beforehand, all they knew was that he was separated from his wife and was currently looking for her. Tossing the blanket from himself the man sat up before standing from his place on the sleeping bag. The sun was just beginning to rise as well, meaning they had some time before they had to get moving. Pushing past the tent flap he made his way out to the main camp site. It was Life's turn to keep watch though the boy seemed to be away from the campfire at the moment. Again yawning and desperately trying to wipe the sleep from his eyes Steven took his spot next to the small campfire in a hope to warm up. They needed to start looking for winter jackets...it was only getting colder after all. Sighing a bit the man looked to the box of supplies they kept near the fire. Just a few cans of beans left, that wasn't good. Things really weren't looking up for the group at the moment. With all that had happened so far...it wasn't looking like it was going to get better either.

Mouse was outside, brushing a bit of dirt off of her sock monkey

Blue came over to Steven. You ok? You seem sad. Bad dream? Are you scared of something? She asked. She seemed oddly cheerful despite the groups problems.

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Life (AKA Dinonichys) was searching through the neighborhood's abandoned houses nearby....He had found around 3 weeks worth of food...for one person.He heard a inhuman growl.He turned around to see a zombie,He pulled out his gun and shot it through the head.That was the signl to leave.He ran back into camp making sure nothing had followed him.

What was that? Mouse asked, clutching Noomy

"Hey mouse" life waved to her as he walked past....still panting from the run back

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He turned to answer Blue when the gun shot rang out. Great, that must have been Life right? If not then they were in for it. Standing he looked to the small group around him. "It's a signal for time to get our butts out of here." Steven sighed pouring some water over the fire before setting off to work on taking the tents down. Currently they were just outside of the city of Lindsborg, down in Kansas. Not a very prosperous town, but it had a population of just a little over 3,300 when it was living. If you take consideration that many of them left before everything happened then you're talking of only having to kill somewhere around 2,000 people. That was still a lot though.

Mouse noddded, putting Noomy into her bag

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"I'm back....i also got some food" he started packing up his stuff...which wasn't much.

Blue looked around. She quickly ran over to help Steven take down the tent. Oh dear.... this aint good. She said quietly.