DeTrious

First Robbie and now this.  What a cluster-fuck.  Dave took off last night without a trace.  Sonofabitch took a hefty pack of ammo, food, meds, the works.  I should have seen this coming.

Dave was Robbie’s dad.  Police officer type, and harder than a coffin nail.  The only family each of ‘em had left in this shit-hole.  When the disease hit, they were on a hunting trip together up in North Carolina.  One second you’ve got a 4-point buck in your sights, the next you see a horde of flesh-eaters: what used to be your hunting camp.  When they made it back home, the whole family was already dead or undead.  Not much difference between the two, if you ask me.  At least the dead don’t run after you.  They burned the place to the ground.

That’s around the time we joined up.  Looking back now, we wouldn’t have survived long without Dave’s help.  The guy was a natural.  New where to find weapons, how to make ‘em, how to barricade in for the night, when it was safe to camp.  He got us out of a dozen tight spots without a scratch.  And now he’s gone solo.  After Robbie turned…I guess that was all Dave had left.

I only hope to see him again.

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