Post by Michael Jennings on Oct 6, 2015 21:56:31 GMT -5
Season 1, Episode 1
Getting By
Minster, Ohio
Beginning of Fall, Year 2
The days were getting shorter, the nights creeping longer day by day. The summer heat was on its last dying beat, and the crisp autumn mornings had begun. The small town was dead, roads vacant and long forgotten. Small roots of grass had begun to crack through the pavement Michael did his best to avoid the pot holes, swerving between lanes to avoid abandon cars and obstacles.
"Where we headin' Daddy," a little voice called out from above the driver's seat. Bringing the RV to a groaning halt, he turned back to see a pair of blue eyes peering down from the bunk.
He glanced out towards the road, not seeing any biters, he stood up and made his way towards the opening of the RV. He leaned up on his toes--kissing his daughter on the forehead, "We're looking for supplies, mommy isn't feeling well--get some rest, it's early."
Samantha snuggled her teddy bear and shifted back towards her pillow, "Okay papa," she closed her eyes for a moment and turned away--sending the RV back into silence. Michael closed his eyes as a tear ran down his cheek, she was a stunning image of her mother, proud, curious, and loving. It had been two years since the outbreak began, he had managed to keep her innocence, but he feared having to raise her in this new world.
He sat back into the driver's seat, resting his head against the wheel, hoping his daughter hadn't seen him tear up. He took a deep breath and began to make his way towards a large superstore. They drove for sometime, the superstore slowly coming to life as they approached it. A feeling of unease entered his stomach, was the place full of the undead or bandits, he wasn't sure.
He rolled up towards the front of the parking lot and stopped, it seemed empty. He got up from his seat and grabbed his M9, pocketing it as he stepped towards the back of the mobile home.
He peeked through the door, his wife was still asleep, he'd have to make this quick. He grabbed his pack and made his way outside. He gripped the keys and went to the lock the door, but froze in angst, "Can I come with you?"
"Sam...Samantha," he stammered as his young daughter approached the screen door-backpack in hand, "What are you doing honey...I told you to sleep."
"I knew we couldn't be too far away, I remember things," she smiled as she forced her way through the door and next to her father, "I'm here to help you take care of Mommy."
Just like your mother, he thought in his head. It was a risky proposition, he wasn't sure what was waiting behind the dust covered doors of the supermarket, but he couldn't tell her no. He locked the door to the rv and swung his arm around her shoulder, "Stay close to me, don't wander off, do you understand me?"
He knelt down beside her, as his dark eyes peered into hers. She looked towards the pavement for a moment and then back towards Michael with a smile, "Yes Daddy." He grinned and stood up. Let's do this..
"Where we headin' Daddy," a little voice called out from above the driver's seat. Bringing the RV to a groaning halt, he turned back to see a pair of blue eyes peering down from the bunk.
He glanced out towards the road, not seeing any biters, he stood up and made his way towards the opening of the RV. He leaned up on his toes--kissing his daughter on the forehead, "We're looking for supplies, mommy isn't feeling well--get some rest, it's early."
Samantha snuggled her teddy bear and shifted back towards her pillow, "Okay papa," she closed her eyes for a moment and turned away--sending the RV back into silence. Michael closed his eyes as a tear ran down his cheek, she was a stunning image of her mother, proud, curious, and loving. It had been two years since the outbreak began, he had managed to keep her innocence, but he feared having to raise her in this new world.
He sat back into the driver's seat, resting his head against the wheel, hoping his daughter hadn't seen him tear up. He took a deep breath and began to make his way towards a large superstore. They drove for sometime, the superstore slowly coming to life as they approached it. A feeling of unease entered his stomach, was the place full of the undead or bandits, he wasn't sure.
He rolled up towards the front of the parking lot and stopped, it seemed empty. He got up from his seat and grabbed his M9, pocketing it as he stepped towards the back of the mobile home.
He peeked through the door, his wife was still asleep, he'd have to make this quick. He grabbed his pack and made his way outside. He gripped the keys and went to the lock the door, but froze in angst, "Can I come with you?"
"Sam...Samantha," he stammered as his young daughter approached the screen door-backpack in hand, "What are you doing honey...I told you to sleep."
"I knew we couldn't be too far away, I remember things," she smiled as she forced her way through the door and next to her father, "I'm here to help you take care of Mommy."
Just like your mother, he thought in his head. It was a risky proposition, he wasn't sure what was waiting behind the dust covered doors of the supermarket, but he couldn't tell her no. He locked the door to the rv and swung his arm around her shoulder, "Stay close to me, don't wander off, do you understand me?"
He knelt down beside her, as his dark eyes peered into hers. She looked towards the pavement for a moment and then back towards Michael with a smile, "Yes Daddy." He grinned and stood up. Let's do this..