User blog:SirLinkalot96/Greg Ryder: Zombie Survival: Chapter 4: Old Problems Never Go Away

After saving Malcolm from the zombie infested prison, we stopped at a gun range to get some weapons, food, and supplies and some gasoline for the car. We drove back to the boxing gym, barricaded ourselves inside, laid out some sleeping bags, and some of us took a much needed rest. C-Money collapsed on a sleeping bag, in his clothes and all. I rolled my eyes and walked around. Brian, James, and I sat away from everyone and talked amongst ourselves. "This entire situation feels like a nightmare, that I can't snap myself out of or wake up." I told them. James spoke, "I know how you feel, kid. Everyone who's alive does." Brian said, "Well, I just hope everyone here will set aside their differences and move on. That's our key to survival, you see." I turned around to look at the other guys, and Ricky and Two-Bit were getting pushed around by the Preps. We waited for a few minutes and decided it was time to step in. Brian demanded impatiently, "What's going on?" Bif replied back, "Nothing, but these paupers shouldn't be here." Oh, great. They have to have the Greaser-Prep rivalry NOW?? In the zombie apocolypse?! "I have a great idea, why don't we just drop it?" I suggested impatiently. Ricky grabbed Two-Bit's arm, "No, we're outta here." They walked out of the boxing gym. Malcolm spoke up, "What the hell? I've set aside my differences, can't you?!" Sid took one last swig of Jack Daniel's Whiskey and stood up with his shotgun, "I shall go after the boys. You stay here." Before any of us could protest, he was off into the night. I slipped off my high tops and slept with my pistol one inch away from my hand. . . . ..

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