"Wich direction did you walk to? Towards the mountains or opposite way?" Gerard asked. "We walked to the opposite direction to the mountains, but not exactly through the road we have came from, Frank chose another way, that wasn't a road, a path or anything like that, it was only a field of sand." I explained to Gerard. "Were you scared?" Gerard asked without even looking at me, he kept his look on that notebook. I wonder what he writes there. "Well, a bit. Because remember that I told you that Ray was a complete asshole." I said. "Yes, I remember, that's why I asked. But Frank seemed to have a plan, did you feel more secure knowing that?" Gerard said. "Of course not. It made it even worse. I didn't like they way Frank acted. I knew that he saved us when we were surrounded by zombies inside that car, but his plan was too radical. I was scared that this one was it too." I explained. "Yeah, I see. It makes sense." He said and thought who knows what for a moment and then wrote something on his notebook. "Alright, continue." He said.

We were walking who knows where with Ray grabbing us both from the arms for us to not run away. But even if he wasn't grabbing me, I wouldn't try to escape because he would shoot me and he never uses to fail. "Pete, where the fuck is that refuge? We have been walking so many time." Ray said to Frank. "I think we are almost there." Frank answered him. Then Ray turned his head to look at me. "Tell me where the refuge is or you know what I'm capable of." He said looking at me angrily. "I don't know. Fr-I mean Pete wouldn't tell me because he thinks that if I know the way to there, I would leave him without car." I said trying to sound serious. Frank looked at me and mouthed "great job". "You can't follow him, you were driving." Ray said. "I mean that he was telling me where to go." I said wishing it would convince him. "But we are walking on the opposite direction you had the car before." Ray said. Fuck. He got us. "What the fuck do we say now? "We were going to run out of gasoline soon. There was a gasoline station." Frank like if it was true. "Okay, how much is left?" Ray asked. "It's that." Frank said pointing to an old house that was there in the middle of nowhere.

"That thing? I'm sure that's not a fucking refuge." Ray said with anger on his eyes. "Yes, it is a refuge, they are only hiding it with thag exterior so zombie don't get alarmed with it, trust me." Frank said. "Alright then. Stay here, I don't want you guys inside that refuge." Ray said and walked towards the door. Then he opened the door and walked in.

"Come on! It's our chance, let's escape fast in case Jamia doesn't kill him." Frank said and started running away and I followed him. We ran for like ten minutes until we saw some woods and decided to hide them. Once we were hiden, I decided to ask him who that girl called Jamia.

"Who's Jamia?" I asked looking directly at him. "Jamia it's a zombie." Frank asnwered. "Alright... so, how was Jamia?" I asked. "She was my girlfriend before all of this shit happened. We were going to marry the day that a fucking zombie bit her." He explained without even changing the expression of his face. "I'm sorry..." I muttered because I really didn't knok what to say. "Don't be sorry it wasn't your fault. It's from one of this horrible creatures, I'm going to kill them all." He said. I was going to answer him but then we heard a shoot and yelled. "Where the fuck Real you fucking bastards?"

Notes

Sorry that I didn't update yesterday. By the way comment please because it feels like there's only one person reading this :/