There was no time to waste on the memories of how immature and mean Drake and some of the other people had been to you. It was another time, another place now and the more alive people that could stand together against whatever was happening out there to the world was the only chance of survival.
Not that it really helped, but you'd managed to snatch an umbrella on your way out of the diner and with it held steady over your head you keep reading the lines of direction written on the note. All you needed now was to get lost out here, alone and cold and a snack on legs for some hungry moaning dead people.
So many thoughts wanted to rush through your head. Having to fight hard not to recount your morning that seemed ages ago now, What was happening? Why was this going on... here? In your town, THIS town? It just didn't make sense. Nothing did.
Your mind spinning in a thousand different directions, you almost miss the turn past the old barber shop that will take you along the next part of directions to the hide out. Staying close to the cold brick building and peeking around the corner into the nearly untouched glass store front. Should you go in to see if you can salvage some weapons? Would it even do any good?
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