The Kid
Three years. Three years since the bomb dropped... and it brought hell with it. Now I don't mean hell as in there's fire everywhere. I mean hell as in: don't get bit by a zombie because they're everywhere.
It was painful to watch Lizzie get bit... it hurt. And I wasn't even the one getting bit. Ever since that day Stampy and I tried to stay alive. I taught him how to use a gun and he taught me how to fool smugglers. Its hard enough that Dan bailed on us. If you haven't already guessed, I'm Stacy.
Sure, I'm not the same person I used to be. But try having to kill someone everyday for three years, you become salty. Stampy is the one thing that keeps me sane anymore, I'm surprised we're still alive. But then again, I don't want to perish.
So we lived our lives with guns in our hands and blood on our faces. That's how I lived at least, Stampy still tried to believe there was a cure. But I doubt that will ever happen. I heard there where some safe havens in Tundra Town and Gettysburg, but no where is truly safe.
My daily routine is wake up in some random abandoned place Stampy and I deemed safe enough to sleep. Eat some canned food, polish my guns, wake up Stampy, and we're on the road again. Sometimes we would come across a car that has some gas in it or maybe a shop who's food hasn't gone bad. But overall, I mostly live on canned food and filtered water.
Then one day that all changed. You see, Stampy and I sort of run a business. Not business but, we're also smugglers. Give us a job and we'll do it, guns, medicines, money (even if it ain't worth anything). You name it, we smuggle it. But this time was different.
We met up in the abandoned warehouse like the guy said, carefully going over traps and stuff. When we got into the place it almost seemed like a trap itself. But the place was loaded with food and weapons. Though even if Stampy told me not to... I took some ammo and a few cans of food. We where running low anyways, besides survival of the fittest right? As I shoved I in my backpack that's when the guy showed up.
"Oh, it's you. Smugglers right? I was expecting more tough guys." He said.
"Whatever, what's the sitch?" I asked.
The man put a paper down on a table, Stampy picked it up and showed it to me. It was an address of a place I didn't know. But it definitely wasn't here in champion city.
"We need you to smuggle something into our base in Out-With. I heard you where the best of the best, so you better not mess up." He scolded.
"Where is Out-With exactly? Isn't there five different Out-With's?" Stampy asked.
The man groaned and put a map down on the table, it was a map of the land and a certain town was circled. Right on the other side of the desert where the Scorpio Den was.
You probably don't know what the Scorpio Den is because you'll never have to encounter it. It's a city in the desert (one of the safe havens may I add), but it's populated by one of the biggest crime lords alive. Aiden. I didn't want to go through there, but it seemed that there would be no other way. If we go around it would lead us into the swamps which is where most people get turned. And if we tried to go through the underground tunnels we would most likely find a cult or something we don't want to see. But then I realized something...
"Wait. What are we smuggling?" I looked up at the guy and he rolled his eyes.
The man turned behind him and yelled, "Sam!"
Stampy and I assumed that 'Sam' was a goon nearby. Though as he came down the stairs I realized it wasn't a goon at all... it was a kid.
"What's with the kid?"
"I thought you guys where smugglers not the FBI." The man growled.
"We are. But where's the package?" Stampy asked.
"The kid is the package. Get him to Out-With and you get your payment." The man scowled at us once more.
"Charles, who are these guys?" The little boy (who's name was Sam) asked.
The man (who I'll now say is Charles) looked at Sam. "Smugglers. They'll get you to the safe haven. I'll meet you there kid."
"Charles," Stampy said, "We can't... I mean we could... But a kid?"
"What my friend is trying to say, is that we can't smuggle a flipping kid!" I corrected. I tried to keep my voice down because who knew if there was someone or possibly an infected person around.
Charles shot me a dirty look. "If you want this nightmare of an apocalypse to be over then this kid is our only hope. He's immune to zombies bites."
"Mr. Charles. That doesn't exist, there's no way the kid could be immune." Stampy point out.
But Sam rolled up his left sleeve to show an old bite mark. "It's been there for three months," said Charles, "and yet. Nothing. If you can get this kid to Out-With then we'll forever be in your debt."
"Can you give us a moment?" Stampy said before pulling me aside.
"Stampy we're not smuggling a kid."
"But if we do, at least we get to a safe haven!"
"So? It's bad enough that I have to look out for you, I can't look after a kid!"
"Stacy I know how to shoot a gun."
"But you could never kill someone with it!"
"Then I'll have to suck it up."
"Stampy. This could take years to get there without a faster way of transportation. We can't go through the swam or the underground tunnels. And I'm not a fan of being kidnapped by Aiden's crew."
"Then so be it! We'll find another way, we always do! Even after Dan left we managed to survive for this long. This kid could be the key to ending it all. So are you in? Or is that goodbye?"
"Seriously? You're making me choose?"
"I'm going to do this if you're with me or not. You can stay in champion city forever, but it's bound to run out of food at some point."
"Fine I'm coming with you. But the moment that kid starts to get on my nerves, I'm bailing."
"Deal."
Turning back to Charles and Sam Stampy took the map on the table. And I said, "You got yourself a deal Charles."
It was going to be a long few months...
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