Finding a new shelter was going to be hard. That much he knew. He had lost track of the zombies an hour ago. He didn't know if they were still following him or if they had stopped. To be on the safe side, he decided to keep driving. Then he saw it. A building. That wasn't hard at all. He drove faster.
The building was mostly destroyed. It was dark inside. He walked back out and saw a large stick lying on the ground. Picking it up, he knelt down and quickly going through his backpack for a cloth to wrap around the torch. He found an old ragged cloth and wrapped it around the stick's bigger end. He reached into his back pocket and taking out his lighter, set the cloth ablaze. He closed his pack, holding the torch in one hand and slung it on his shoulders, with his rifle. He took the lit torch and as he started to walk in, he heard a familiar sound. The sound of a raven. A raven? He walked back out. Smoke began to rise from the torch. He looked at the car and saw two black ravens circling over it. He decided they would be good food but food was no use if you got eaten by zombies or killed by the Bandits.
He walked in again and then heard a weak voice. A girl's. "Help." He heard it again. He ran in deeper. Inside there were metal door with small windows in them. They looked like cells. What is this place? He moved forward and then saw her, lying there on the floor, on the verge of death, her life sucked out of her. He quickly scanned the room for a place to hand the torch and found one on the right wall. Putting it there, he got down on one knee. Taking his pack of his shoulders, he opened it and then dug through it and took out an apple he had found on the Bandits. He handed it to the girl. With almost lifeless hands she took the apple and tried to bite it. After three failed attempts she finally bit into it and savored the apple. She was going to starve to death. "You'll be fine." He said, trying to sound positive. He himself wasn't fine.
He got up and then he heard her say, still weakly, "Water." He went into his pack, and digging through it took out the bottle he had set aside for using later. She couldn't lift her head up to drink it so, to help her; he grabbed her by the shoulders and then set her back against the wall. Opening her mouth, he poured the water in. He heard her breath once and then she fainted.
Lifting her up, he carried her out to his car and saw the ravens still circling his car. Opening the back door, he laid her in. As he took a step back, the ravens swooped low and went into the car. Then they started to pick at her skin. Joe shot them and they fell on the floor of the car. It began to get stained with their blood. Joe told himself never to shoot animals in his car again. Stupid black ravens. Ugh!
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