Chapter 2: Hope for the Future
A few hours after leaving, the group was holed up in a truck stop, searching for supplies for their long journey ahead. Brian glanced at the name as they walked in. Some place called "Gil's Pitstop." He'd ate at the diner once. Not a great experience.
"Alright, folks, spread out. Gather anything you can find: Gas, non-perishables, anything we can take with us. I don't want to be here any longer than we need to."
Nodding, the group spread out, Brian taking Mitch and several others into the diner to scavenge while a few others checked the fuel pumps or stood guard outside with the cars.
Brian shone a flashlight around the dark kitchen and dining room. They looked up and down, but could only find a single can of peaches.
"Shit man, this won't feed all of us!"
"We still have the food from camp. There's got to be another place down the road or something."
Without much other choice, the group headed back to the entrance with their measly haul in tow. Once there, they immediately drew their weapons when they saw three strangers approaching.
"On the ground, now!"
"Woah, woah, easy there fella. We ain't looking for trouble. Lower your guns and we'll talk."
"Lower yours first, asshole!"
Slowly, the redhead (the clear leader of the trio, Brian noted) placed his gun on the ground, as did the shorter male with a mullet. The female, however, refused to back down.
"Rosita, put the damn gun on the ground."
"Why should I? They-"
"Have us outnumbered and outgunned. So stop waving that around like you've got a fucking death wish and comply already!"
Groaning, Rosita did so, allowing the opposing group to search her and her companions. Once they were sure no one was hiding anything, Brian spoke to the leader.
"Alright. Who are you, and what do you want?"
"Name's Sgt. Abraham Ford, the lovely lady is Rosita, and that's Eugene. We're on a mission, and needed supplies."
"What kind of mission?"
"A mission to end this motherfucking shit the entire human race is now waist deep in."
"Man, the fuck are you talking about?" Mitch shouted, gun at the ready.
"What I mean, asshole, is the dead getting back up and eating the ever loving fuck out of the living. See, Eugene here has the answer to all our problems."
Everyone turned to the mullet head, who cleared his throat before speaking.
"My name is Eugene Porter, and I work for the Huma Genome Project. I was part of a 10 man team developing weaponized diseases designed to fight weaponized diseases. Fighting fire with fire, if you will. I have in depth info on any disease that can and will kill you, including this one. Before contact cut out, we were on the verge of a break through. If I can get to Washington, I can get my info to the man who will rewrite the script, put and end to those fucking zombies, and let us all get back to our normal lives."
Brian and his crew glanced at each other, taking it all in. On the surface, it seemed like an a crazy work of fiction. It couldn't be that easy, could it? But at the same time, they wanted it to be true. For this nightmare to end, maybe it was worth hearing them out.
Abraham, taking note of their hesitance, spoke up again.
"Look, I know this is all a fucking shit ton of information to take in. Trust me, I had the same reaction when I first heard his story, but I promise its true. And if the whole of ya would be willing, we want you to be part of our team. We can always use more people, and you definitely aren't short on vehicles. I know you don't know us from a shithole, but I promise this is all true. Now if you don't want to come, thats just fine and we'll be on our way. But if you take this chance, I promise you won't regret it."
A long silence filled the area. Brian noted that all eyes were on him, his group once again looking to him for guidance. And once more, he was at odds with himself.
On one hand, the story sounded incredulous, some kind of Sci-Fi concoction to lead them into a trap. After all, it couldn't be as simple as that...could it? No, of course not, no way. If he went with these three, he'd be as dumb as them.
But on the other hand, there was no benefit to the strangers to lie like that. His group easily outnumbered them, and they could easily gun the trio down and steal their food before they had a chance to react. Making this speech was a risk, and they had to know it. And people don't take risks unless they have something big to gain.
At last, Brian had his answer.
A/N: Sorry this took so long, trying to figure out a schedule. Enjoy!