Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2015 20:03:50 GMT -5
They had been driving, Marko didn't know for how long or where they were heading, but still they drove. Wyatt sat at the wheel, while Marko kept watch out the back of the truck. The soldier, now their prisoner, was bound and gagged and still mercifully unconscious in the seat next to him. Marko's eyes was fixed on the road behind them, expecting to catch the dreaded sight of a headlight at any moment.
They drove in silence, apart from some idle talks here and there as such events weren't inducive to conversation. They had been exhausted, the only reason they stopped at the motel was to find shelter and sleep, and were only more tired now. With a sigh, and an assuredness that they weren't followed, Marko turned his attention to the road in front. The sun would be rising soon, and they needed whatever rest they could get.
Coming up on the side of the road was what looked like an old bar, with a broken neon sign outside that once read the words 'The Broken Crown". The building was unimpressive at best with its faded and cracked walls that looked as though it hadn't been well-maintained even before the end of the world, and now had fallen into even further disrepair. Bad business, he guessed, out here in the middle of essentially nowhere. But there were metal bars on the windows and doors, and its small parking lot was empty, which meant there weren't anyone there when the apocalypse hit and no one to turn into walkers "Hey, Wyatt. Pull up over there. Looks as good a place to rest as any"
"And to deal with him" He gestured to their captive, who stirred lightly in his sleep. "Ironic, isn't it? Out of all of us, he's the one getting enough sleep"
They drove in silence, apart from some idle talks here and there as such events weren't inducive to conversation. They had been exhausted, the only reason they stopped at the motel was to find shelter and sleep, and were only more tired now. With a sigh, and an assuredness that they weren't followed, Marko turned his attention to the road in front. The sun would be rising soon, and they needed whatever rest they could get.
Coming up on the side of the road was what looked like an old bar, with a broken neon sign outside that once read the words 'The Broken Crown". The building was unimpressive at best with its faded and cracked walls that looked as though it hadn't been well-maintained even before the end of the world, and now had fallen into even further disrepair. Bad business, he guessed, out here in the middle of essentially nowhere. But there were metal bars on the windows and doors, and its small parking lot was empty, which meant there weren't anyone there when the apocalypse hit and no one to turn into walkers "Hey, Wyatt. Pull up over there. Looks as good a place to rest as any"
"And to deal with him" He gestured to their captive, who stirred lightly in his sleep. "Ironic, isn't it? Out of all of us, he's the one getting enough sleep"