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Military is holding a stronghold there, we might get picked up and taken away from this hell hole

"Last I heard, there is another Army Strong hold in Alaska. Its cut off from most of the area because its on a small island with a military fortress on it. They are taken people to there for shelter, but only a couple of people."

It was morning. Time to pack up and move on.

Nilla set Rayde's box in her lap and opened it. Inside was a handgun. It was an M1911, a single-action, semi-automatic, magazine-fed, recoil-operated handgun chambered for a .45 ACP cartridge. Of course, Nilla didn't know that. To her, it was just a handgun. She took it and slipped it into the waistband of her gray slacks. She didn't know the first thing about handguns, but she'd have to learn if she wanted to survive in this world, and she'd have to learn quickly. She shut the box, picked it up, and walked out into the parking lot with it under her arm. Her feet were still bare, poking out the bottoms of her pant legs, but she liked it that way.

Outside, Rayde, Charlie, and Shane were preparing to leave. Nilla put Rayde's box back under the seat where she'd found it, then sat down, hugging her knees to her chest. As Rayde was helping Shane with a wound on his back, a message came in over the jeep's radio. "Once again, this is Andre Luda from the old 107.1 broadcast station, on all frequencies all day long," a voice said, "If you get this message, let me know." Some music followed the message, but Nilla didn't recognize it. "Rayde!" she called, "Come here, quick! There's someone on the radio!"

Rayde ran for the jeep, knocking her brother and Shane out of the way, and picked up the microphone. "Andre Lude, this is Rayde, currently roadside on our way to San Fransisco," she said, "Where are you and what's your status? Oh, and keep the tunes coming, man!"

A moment later, another survivor, Mark, approached, asking if they needed a hand. He was wearing desert camouflage BDUs and full face protection. He looked more than a little frightening, but he seemed friendly enough. There was a crow on his shoulder looking off into the distance.

There were 5 of them now: Rayde, Charlie, Shane, Mark, and herself. Rayde decided to hotwire an SUV. Rayde, Shane, and herself would continue on in the jeep while Charlie and Mark would take the SUV. They were about to set out when the jeep broke down. "Hell no!" Rayde shouted, "Not my goddamn jeep!" Rayde got out and checked the engine. Apparently, a stray bullet had pierced a few of the pipes and broken a couple of belts. They would need to be replaced.

Rayde ran into the building while the rest of them waited outside. She returned about 15 minutes later with the necessary parts. She set to work on the jeep while the others acted as sentinels, watching, waiting. Nilla wasn't quite sure what to do. She'd just woken up to this world, so she wasn't sure what to look for. And yet, she knew that something was coming. She could feel it in the air.

Instinctively, she reached for the handgun in her waistband. She grabbed it.

Jumping in the SUV Mark pulled up behind the jeep. "Good to go!"

huh? whats going on? -she looked at them her eyebrows rasied-

(Just a note an M9 pistol is NOT a machine pistol, it is a 9mm semi auto Barretta wink )
Rayde slammed the Jeep in gear and took off in the direction of L.A. She just hoped that guy in the Radio station was holding out. Raydelookedin her rearview mirror as her newfound friends fired at the undead horde that wasamassing in the truckstop behind them. She watched as Mark's SUV pulled up behind them after the firing stopped and the truck stop began to vanish in the distance. "Thank God that's over," she said, "What a horrible night!" Rayde hoped her old map would still be applicable post infection. Rayde glanced up at her rearview mirror once again. "Hey Nilla, nice job conserving ammo, if you know you can't make a shot, save it for when you need it most, right?" She looked at the endless expanse of road in front of her. "Maybe when we get to L.A. I'll teach you to shoot." Damn... it was going to be a long drive. Well, gotta save the world somehow, it's just going to take babysteps. First these small groups of survivors need help. Rayde smiled and lifted up her sunglasses enjoying the fact she had pulled the roof off the Wrangler last month. She smiled contentedly and lit a cigarette.

Rayde was zoning out on the road when she heard Shane say, "You got to learn survival skills if you,well wanna survive." She laughed. Her eyes flitted away from the road for a second and she looked at Shane and asked him "Really?, What do YOU know about survival skills?" She laughed again and slapped him on the leg and focused back on the road. Rayde wondered to herself, Well that wasn't too smart a question considering he WAS still alive. Oh well, she was sure she had been through wayyy more survival situations than almost anyone here minus her brother and maybe that Mark guy. She said "Come on relax Shane, it's like we're the few survivors of a zombie apocalypse or something." Wow, she couldn't believe she had said that. Rayde realized just how off her sense of humor was. Oh well, she thought as she took another hit of her cigarette and cranked the tunes. SHe hadn't seen any walking dead in about two hours and was loving every second of it!

Shane kept blabbing on about his "skills" Rayde just tuned him out, Boy, he couldn't take a joke. She saw the first zombie she had seen in a while. Must be getting lose to a city. She flipped off the zombie as she passed it. Damn undead, ruined everything. Rayde reallized that her legs were starting to go numb from sitting. She shouted to everyone "Hey, you guys ready for a break? I need to streatch before I get into the big city."