James
James had a bad feeling about this. As Lyla was gearing up, he took one more look through the window. The two men were armed and seemed to talk intensely about something. They were also peeking through the window insertions of the car shop's sliding doors. Then he closed the curtains, went to the bathroom and took his clothes from the floor. "I have a bad feeling about this!" He said as he threw his clothes on the bed and started putting them back on himself. "We can't really trust anyone right now! What if these guys are part of a larger group of bandits? They'll want to kill me, take both our supplies and probably keep you as a sex toy...until they get tired." Said James as he finished putting his clothes back on and went to his weapons.
"On the other hand there is also a slight chance that these may be good people and we could be just overreacting." He said as he checked his Springfield 1911, which had 4 more rounds in the magazine and one in the barrel, then slided it inside his jeans. Then he reached out to his kukri as he pulled it out and examined it for a few seconds before putting it back inside the sheath and attaching the sheath to his jeans. "With this outbreak, it's all about survival of the fittest now, and humans can be worse then those walkers when it comes to staying alive." He said as he went to his stuff and started looking for the shotgun but only found the extra shells. "Shit! My Benelli is still inside the car." He said upset as he slammed his hands on his thighs.
In the meantime...outside the car shop...
"Hey Will, do you see what I see?"
"If you're talking about the red Chevelle then yeah, I do. That means we have a visitor, also these doors were open, up until yesterday. And there seems to be a dead walker behind the car too."
"What are we gonna do Will? You know the boss dosen't like visitors. You saw what he did to that guy last week."
"Yeah, Frankie! Ever since we stopped here two weeks ago he turned this town into his private little garden. Heaven forbid the poor fool that decided to stop here."
"So what do we do Will?"
"I have no idea! In the meantime let's keep looking through the windows, maybe we'll catch a glimpse of whoever stopped here."
Back inside the car shop's apartment...
James sat at a table, with Lyla next to him. They were both thinking what to do but nobody seemed to come up with an idea that they both liked. "Ummm...Here's what we'll do. I go down there and talk to those guys. Make them see that they have nothing to be fearful of. And you stay here safe. I don't want them to see us both and get all kinds of crazy ideas in their heads." Said James as rised up from the table and kissed Lyla. "I won't let anything bad happen to you. That I swear." He said as he started climbing down the stairs, determined to do this. As he reached the manager's office he unlocked the door, stepped inside the car shop and went to the doors and pushed a button on the wall. As the two doors of the car shop were sliding up James decides to pull out his kukri just in case.
"Who the hell are you?" Said one of the two men as they both stepped inside and started looking at his car. "I'm James. I stopped here yesterday to rest, make some slight repairs, gather some supplies and then i'll be on my way." He said as he put his kukri back inside the sheath. "Nice Chevelle. I like the Benelli shotgun too." Said the other guy as he was looking through the car's windows.
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