Armory

It was nothing but dead silence. Nobody said a word over the static from the radio. Then again, how could they? Madison had died only a day ago, though it seemed like it was forever. And Elizabeth became a zombie, and had her neck snapped. So, to say the least, these past few days have been eventful.

Guillermo had been daydreaming about Star, and what would happen if she were to die here. He couldn't handle the thought of it, so, after a bit of driving from the explosion of those cannibals, Greg took over driving. Guillermo sat in the back with Star, kissing her cheek and holding her close. Occasionally, Natalie would make a bleh noise at them, but, she did enjoy seeing Star and Guillermo happy. She couldn't blame them for being near each other in this time of hell.

Matthew had been in the back of the truck, tending to the supplies and ammunition that was left. There wasn't much, only enough for two days. He had already pointed out to Greg that they needed to make a run, but, he said they needed to find a base camp first. Matthew agreed, but, he was worried about that. The whole state was probably infected by now, and they don't know if there are any survivors. So, they need each other. "I'll make sure you guys are safe," he whispered to himself.

Greg, while he was driving, actually had Cas on his mind. They never really talked before she died, and... things got a little awkward after he left for DC. Before he got with Alicia, Greg and Madison were in a weird on again off again, not exactly boyfriend and girlfriend, relationship. And, it went fine for a while, but, then the day came where Alicia came back, and they had just ended their thing. Greg was broken, and Alicia had stepped in, wondering what had happened. Now, Greg had feelings for Alicia since he was in middle school. She never looked at herself highly, but to him, she was the brightest star in a dark sky. And, the day he asked her to marry him, he was the happiest man on the planet. Though, nobody would guess it now. But, Madison was still around for most of it, and she would never admit it, but she hated Greg being with Alicia. However, that secret died with her. Greg shed another tear silently, and pulled into a parking spot. In front of him was a mansion, in the middle of a field. The field itself had no obstacles or tall objects. You could see anything coming at you from a mile away, which gives them an advantage.

Everyone got out and helped bring in everything, except Greg. He stayed in the truck, staring into the distance. "Cas... I'm sorry..." Greg clenched his fist and opened his door. He jumped out and closed the door. He looked out in the field and sighed heavily.

Natalie walked up to him and stood by him. She looked at him, and she felt instant remorse. He had that look about him, one where everyone knew what emotion he was feeling at that moment. Sadness.

But, that moment was short lived. Both of them heard it. Footsteps, and growling. And it was heading straight for them. Greg got his knife out and Natalie did the same. They waited, but, it didn't sound like a zombie. It still sounded like a person, growling and crying. It came closer, and they held their knives tighter. As it came up to them, their suspicions were confirmed. It was a zombie, but, it wasn't. It ran at them like it was starving, like it had no food for weeks. It lunged at Greg, pinning him down and knocking his knife out of his hand. He tried fighting back, but, it wasn't working well. All he could do was keep the infected back from biting his face off. It didn't work, but, luckily, Natalie had came to the rescue and stabbed the zombie in the head. It fell lifeless, and Greg tossed it to the side, panting heavily. "Thank you," Greg said. Natalie helped him up and he stared at her. Something came back to him in his head, memories. Memories of him and Natalie. Memories that should've been put to rest.

Natalie looked at him. "See something you like?"

"What? No. I uhh... let's go inside," Greg blushed heavily as he went to the door. 'No, not again.'

They went up to the door and stepped in. Everyone else was sitting down in the living room.

"Hey, Guillermo. Is the coast clear?" Greg asked.

Guillermo nodded. "Yeah. What was that growling outside?"

Natalie sighed and sat down. "Looks like walking infected aren't the only things we have to worry about."

Greg nodded. "Yeah. Apparently, they're are running infected out and about." He grunted. "One almost got me."

Matt shot up quickly. "You're not bitten, are you?"

Greg shook his head. "No, but it put up a fight. I'd be lunch if it weren't for Natalie."

Natalie laughed. "You can thank me later."

Greg sighed. "Anyway, did you look upstairs at all?"

Star nodded. "Only for any zombies. None of those, and no survivors either."

"Shit..." Greg got up. "Hey, Guillermo. Come with me."

"What's up?" He stood up.

"I wanna see if this mansion has any supplies or ammunition." Greg walked upstairs along with Guillermo. They had checked the surroundings to make sure they didn't miss anything. Greg went into one of the rooms and looked around. It seemed like it was the Master bedroom, giving how large it was. Guillermo checked the other room across the hall, but couldn't find anything of importance. That is, until he found a keypad and a note.

Guillermo picked up the note, and the keypad was nothing but letters. All the note said was "Don't look back on the past, and don't strive for what you can't have. This sin is the deadliest of all."

Guillermo thought for a moment. What exactly was the note talking about? Surely, it was the password for the keypad, but why a riddle? "Deadliest sin of all..." Guillermo thought for a moment. "Looking back on the past... and wanting what you can't have... that's it!" He figured it out. The deadliest sin of all. He entered it into the keypad. "Envy."

The password was correct, and the wall in front of him turned inward. After it stopped, what was in front of him, it blew his mind. "Greg?" He said. "Come take a look at this."

Greg walked into the room, and it shined in front of him like a beacon. "Oh my god." There were assault shotguns, fully automatic assault rifles, pistols, knives, a fuckton of ammunition. It was a god damn armory. "How did you find that?"

Guillermo pointed to the keypad. "All I typed in was the password."

Greg looked in shock. "Whoever had all this was preparing for the apocalypse. Jesus H. Christ!" Greg laughed.

Guillermo laughed. And all he could think about was to say what they always said. "Jackpot?"

Greg nodded. "Jackpot."

On a different side of town, Connor, leader of the cannibals, had been laughing it up, watching as his lackeys were eating each other. "Good thing these guys were dumb enough to starve themselves in the pit," he said out loud, as blood and chunks of flesh were being ripped off another man. He had held his gun and shot it off. "All right, that's enough." They backed away from the body. He took a good look and cheered. "Now. Once I find Greg and his friends, I'll make sure I peel the flesh from their bones myself. I want a feast." He snickered as he got up. "Prepare a small party." He looked up at the ceiling. "We're gonna go hunting tomorrow."