DAMAGED.7

-October 11, 2017-------------


After picking up our weapons and loading out, we walk out of the building. Jerry takes point, and Thomas is behind him. Rob has the back, as do I, and Quentin, Lisa, and Markus are somewhere between us all.

I hear gunshots, and quickly look to the left. I see Jacobi and Shelby shooting at zombies, and Luther stabbing one in the eye with a machete.

Cool.

Then, I see somebody else. No, two people. Well, shit, we got more!

I find out one is named Leon, and the other is Dawn.

Leon has an AK-47 strapped to his back, and also a .44 magnum in his pistol holster.
He has a light brown skin color, and dark blonde hair. Clean shaven face. 28 years old.

Dawn is a beautiful looking woman. My height, my age, and she has grey eyes. She's also got long black hair.
An M4 rifle is in her hands, safety button off. She has a bag with two more M4's in it over her shoulder.

Shit. Are they enemies?!

Hah, nope.
Dawn hands me a rifle and I don't even realize until she tells me.

"Excuse me." She says.
I blink, stuck looking into her eyes, which are so hypnotizing.
"Uh... Here...." She smirks and puts the gun through my arm. I look at her and nod, and awkwardly choke out the words, "Oh, yeah... Thanks ma'am." She smiles and replies "I'm only 19; I ain't no ma'am."

I realize she's not laughing at my face, and I look at her nose while we talk for the rest of the time. I don't think she noticed I wasn't making eye contact.

"Uh... What am I supposed to do with two rifles and two pistols?!" I ask aloud.

"Juss go akimbo on dem muddafukkas!!" Leon says, laughing.


It takes me about three seconds to realize what he said through his thick accent.

I think he's Jamaican.
It'd sure as hell explain the Bob Marley T-shirt.

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