DAMAGED.3

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                                                                       DAMAGED.

                                                                <A  fictional blog.>

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-October 1, 2017-----

It has been three months since me and Jacobi got out of that hospital.

Not much has happened since.

Well, I shouldn't say that. I should say I haven't nearly died since then.

Me and Jacobi found a survivor group a week ago. Nice people. They also have food, a shelter, a map book, and weapons.

There's Thomas Reubson, a 31 year old man. He's 5'9", and has a strong build. Loves his 12 gauge shotgun.

Then there's his wife, Shelby Reubson. 30 yeats old. 5'4", and is pretty handy with her 10mm pistol.

They have a son named Markus, he's 13. 5'4". He's fast, and enjoys his dad's machete. The machete is a foot long. 

There is also a man named Luther McWherter. He has a .22 hunting rifle. Semi-auto, with an 8 round capacity clip. He's 22 years old, and 5'8". 

Then finally there is 46 year old Quentin Serinas. 6'0". Has a crowbar. He's awful good at medical stuff. Used to be a doctor.

Now there's also me and Jacobi.

I am 5'6".  19  years old. I have a fireman's ax and Shelby gave me her extra 10mm pistol. I also was able to scavenge a pair of binoculars from a dead body some time after the hospital. And a small pouch, which is holstered on my front side to carry some beef jerky and ammo.

Jacobi, same age, and is 5'8". Also has a fireman's ax, and has a lead pipe. Carries a hiker's pack, which contains water canteens, the map book, and carries a small medical pouch. Also has about 30 iodine tablets, to make water fresh.

The seven of us make a good team. We all get along. It's been seven days since we all met, and today no zombies were spotted. As a matter of fact, for the past three days no zombies have been spotted, no shots fired.

No casualties. It's weird.

Thomas, the group leader, says in three days we leave the gas station and head 12 miles down to the school.

I think it's a good idea. We have alot of food, and supplies, but yesterday Luther was scouting for zombies and saw the school. He was zooming his scopes on it, and saw a banner. It read in large letters:

ALIVE INSIDE

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