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Jazzy smiled. "Alright. Would you like me to guide you to the cars I have in my sights?" She asked as she was still typing away into the different hacks to break into the cars. Everything that had a computer part was able to be hacked into with the right programs. She waited for his response as she wrote down license numbers on the cars.

Avery returned from grabbing the things from the apartment at the word "guide" and as he returned he tripped over a book left on the floor since the start of the apocalypse, and as he fell one of the books he had in his hand (Wiring for dummies, hardcover) flew out of his hand (a figure of speech) and crashed into a window, shattering it. Now as you know the emergency power in the building was on, and one of the things being powered was the burglar alarm, so as you can imagine an alarm started. "WHRUOO WHRUOO" blared the alarm and "Goddamnit" said Avery.

CAMPING OUT
Matthew was in the tent, flashing back to the old gruesome days, in his family. As he was... something quickly passed by him, it seemed like a sick dog that had green.. paint all over itself, Matthew slowly peeked out, the dog with it's shiny teeth running at Matthew, Matthew quickly went back into the tent, the dog blinded of knowledge seeing Matthew, Matthew grabbed a axe from the tent and got out of the tent, HITTING THE axe onto the dogs back. The dog whimpered, as it fell down onto the ground Matthew frowning and breathing with a axe in his hand, as a cop approached him holding a gun, him dropping his axe and putting his hands up. Matthew was confused how he was founded so quickly, getting arrested and being sent to the most activest and secure places ever.

Matthew flashed back to the old days, forgotten as crap too him. He flashed back as he was being carried to the oldest place he had ever seen, it was original still had flavor, and he was the psycho kid he always was.

He frowned, clenching his fists and crying as he was arrested. The last thing he felt was a small pain, in the head with an axe handle in his arm, screaming in pain.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, make it stop, make it stop! He was busy screaming, as his dad slowly tipped in... and Matthew stared at the doorway, as his dad came towards him with a knife.

To be Continued.