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Started April 16, 2019 by @Norepinephrinxx

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AJ grinned and lightly punched Marx's arm "let's just head inside."

Persephone practically skips inside, gratefully to finally be out of the shade.

AJ walks inside after her and finds a small washroom to clean her face. She took out a small rag from her pack and washed it before rubbing the dirt and grime from outside, from her face. She came backe outside with a fresh face and sighed "now, about that water." She said meaningfully at one of the people

Marx walked inside after everyone else and right away found a place to sit down and catch his breath.

"Our water supply is running low." A girl informs them, stepping forward. "I'm Fig. We were going to go to the water dam and see what the problem was, but then you guys got here."

“You can still go,” Marx said, “It’s not like we’re stopping you.”
He played around with one of his knives restlessly.

"I didn't actually think we'd make it outside, so…" Fig shrugs, "We'll probably leave it for when we're dying of thirst or whatever."
"I could go." Persephone finally says, looking down at her hands, "My dad worked at a dam, I could probably figure out what was wrong."

“Okay, but I’m coming with you,” Marx insisted, “Too dangerous to go alone.”
He stood up and stretched a bit.

"Get me out of here." Fig adds as Persephone stands up and loads her bow.
"Alright then, Marx, either give me the map or lead the way." Persephone instructs.

AJ looked at her friends and shrugged "I just got here and washed my face for the first time in like, a week. I'm not going back. Yall go on, I'll stay here and watch over…everything."

“Okay,” Marx said, “I could use the rest too, but… I do believe water is a little more important. We have enough people though.”
He looked at the map and started leading the way.

Persephone and Fig follow him about two miles before reaching one of the California dams. Sliding down a small slope of dirt, Persephone sighs.
"There's your problem." She says, pointing to around ten zombies stuck near the water filter, "Zombies. We can't shoot them, because that might taint the water, but it's probably already tainted anyway, so what's the point?"
"Yeah, well, we still need water." Fig says, "Our water barrels are almost empty, and it hasn't rained anything but dust in two weeks."

Marx paced a little.
“Hm, no point in tainting the water any more though,” he said, “We should think this through. Any way we could get them up here?”

"Hey!" Persephone impulsively yells, waving her arms around like one of the inflatable people at car dealerships. "Zombies! Tasty meat, right here!"

“Not all of them at once!” Marx snarled, whipping out his gun in case things turned bad.

"Whoops." Persephone mutters and Fig laughs as all the Affected wade out of the water and begin to shamble towards them. Persephone aims at a red-head Affected that was missing an arm and manages to shoot her down without making her fall back into the water. "There's only like, ten of them." Persephone says defensively, shooting down a fat male zombie.

“I guess so, but I’m hoping they don’t have any friends nearby,” Marx grumbled, aiming at a child zombie once it had come well ashore.

"Aww, a kiddo." Fig pulls out a long butcher knife and leads away a zombie in a torn business suit before stabbing it in its' eye.

“Ugh… to think many of our families probably ended up with this same fate,” Marx muttered. He pulled out a knife and stabbed another zombie through the cheek then the face.

"Ohh, I know mine are dead!" Fig says, stabbing another Affected. "Day one, my step-dad didn't stand a chance…"

"That's kinda morbid…" Persephone mutters, shooting down another Affected.

Marx huffed. “Sorry about that. Don’t know where mine are, and I’m not exactly keen on planning some elaborate adventure to find them, so… I can only think about what might have been.”

"Mine are probably dead. Man…day one." Persephone mutters as the last Affected drops dead, "That seems like forever ago."

Back at the school, AJ was in the cafeteria, setting up a temporary base for her friends. She looked behind each counter, killing a few affected that hadnt necessarily been destroyed. Finding anything to eat was her mission after setting up base, so she looked around the back rooms for anything edible

“That was something else, yeah,” Marx agreed, “I don’t think anyone’s ever seen me run so fast. Not even sure who survived the outbreak at my school.”

"Holy shit, I almost forgot I was in school when I saw my first real zombie." Persephone muses, lying through her teeth. Of course she remembered. "Just me, Bea, Marianne Johnson, Josh Eriksen, and that bastard Miro MacNeil. At least, those were the only people from my class that got out. No clue about any of the others."

Marx smirked.
“I bolted because the staff were making things worse in attempts to ‘protect’ us. No one with me. After all, most people just saw me as smartass or rival or something unsavory. They’d probably have made sure I was first to go in a survivor group. If anyone else made it, it’s probably because they did the same.”

Fig snorts and lightly taps one of the zombies. "I'd loot these guys, but their shit's probably drenched. Want to go to the convenience store when we're down here to see if they have anything?"
"How convenient." Persephone waggles her eyebrows.

Marx snorted.
“Yeah, sure. What are the odds of it being infested before we throw ourselves into a bad situation?”