6:13 AM, day 2"Well, it's not much, but it's home." Dome said gesturing at the group to stop. They reached a small trailer park in the outskirts of the town. There was a quite big fence surrounding it, and a gate in front of Dome. About 10 trailers were standing inside.
"Niiice, zombies won't be too much problem, thanks to the fence, and everyone's gonna have enough room to sleep. Good setup, Dome." Crackman said with enthusiasm.
Dome nodded. "Yep, I've had the honor of living here for the past few years, so did Deadwaste." The group of four walked through the gate, and closed it behind them. Brotato noticed three people approaching them.
"Hey guys, I see you brought some-
oh shit!" One of them shouted, stunned. It didn't take long for Bro to realise who it was. It was Pika, an old friend of him and Crack. He ran towards his friends and high-fived them. "Good to see you guys also made it. It's a hell out there."
"No kidding, Dome and DW saved our asses. Where's Megan and everyone else?" Bro immediately started to regret asking that, as he saw Pika's grin disappear completely, and being replaced by a frown.
"Worst party I've ever had, man. My parents, and everyone else, they..." He stopped when tears started running down his cheeks. Crack placed his hand on Pika's shoulder, trying to console him. They walked a few matres away, and started talking quietly. Bro figured he shouldn't interrupt them.
"Poor fucking guy. I can't imagine how I'd be, if my parents died. God, I hope they're alright." One of the strangers sighed. "Anyway, I'm Jake, but friends call me Jayko. And this is NFTS." He said, pointing at the guy standing next to him.
Brotato looked at the two. Jake seemed to be his age. He had a small stubble and wore an old pair of camo pants and a T-shirt of some Rock band. NFTS, on the other hand, seemed to be younger than Bro, probably around Harp's age. He wore jeans and a black jacket. A trucker cap was covering his head. He looked like he has seen everything the world has to offer, and his face showed constant boredom.
"I'm Brotato, the other guy is Crackman. Crazy night, huh?" The two guys nodded.
"I hate to interrupt your sweet chat, but you gotta pick whichever trailer you want to live in. When you're ready, go have a talk with Dome, he's our leader, as you probably figured. He'll find a job for you." Deadwaste informed, since Dome already went to his place.
"That reminds me, I need to talk to him in private." Jake said, walking away from the group. He approached Dome's trailer and walked in. Dome saw Jake coming and sighed. He was the oldest member of the group, nearing his 30s, yet he already had some white hair on his head. He hasn't taken a rest since the last day, and seemed to be extremely tired. Jake figured it wasn't the best time, but it was to late to step back now.
"Whatever it is, Jake, make it quick, please." Dome asked.
"Sure boss. It's just that... I need to ask you a favor. A big one."
"Get to it then." The leader said with impatience.
"My family. They lived nearby, but that area is infested with walkers. I have to know what happened to them."
Dome just shrugged, seemingly too tired to argue abut it. "Okay, I'll send one of the new guys, but you have to go with him."
Jake's eyes widened with fear. "Fuck, man, I can't. I don't wanna see it, if they're... you know."
"Your family. Your problem. Your responsibility. You will go there tomorrow, or won't at all. Your choice, son."
Jake started pacing around the trailer nervously. He was scared, but his parents and sister could've been still alive and he had to take that chance. He made his decision. "Al'ight boss, I'll go."