Deshawn had a pump shotgun and his buddy, Markus, was holding a semi-auto rifle. Ammo was limited, but they all had some. “We have to get out of the city.” Abby said. They all agreed with that, but did not agree on the best way to get it done. Deshawn pointed toward the window and said, “My wheels are just down the way. Let’s book it and roll out of here.” “Have you been in the streets…or even seen them? We’d get jammed up and overran within a few blocks.” Nate said. “We pound through.” Deshawn said. Markus rapidly nodded his head. “Yeah man, we make it happen.” “You don’t get it. It’s hell out there. Cars, trucks, fire, demented, zombies, and the list goes on. No way, we’d be food. We’re in the middle of the f’n city man.” Nate said. Abby jumped in. “The river is only a few blocks away. I say we get there and find a boat…stay off the streets.” Nobody said anything for a while, letting it soak in.
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