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Anne Marshall belongs to me


Day 76

I sighed as I looked up at the sky.

Hard to believe it's been that long since...

I shook my head and kept walking.

I take a look at my surroundings as I walk down the street. I see several corpses strewn out on the sides of the road.

I shudder. God...

Ahead of me, I see a few buildings. I've come to a small rest stop. There were a few small stores placed there.

Please let there be something here...

I walk up to it and look at a sign. "'Conner's Rest Stop...'" I read out loud.

There's gotta be SOMETHING here...

Slowly, I push the glass door open and enter the rest stop.

The place looks pretty run over... lotta brochures scattered around on the floor... broken glass...

My gaze follows the trail of broken glass and it ends at a vending machine... with the window broken...

Oh, hell yes...

I quickly walk up to it and examine the contents. Inside are several small bags of chips...

Whoever did this must have been in a hurry, cause they left behind some REALLY good brands...

I reach inside, grab the bags of chips, and stuff them into my own bag.

Walking away from the vending machine, I headed over to a brochure stand, which only has a few brochures on it now. "No one will be stopping by to pick one up for a while, I guess..." I shrug. My gaze then wanders over to the bathrooms...

Maybe there's running water here?

Nah, wouldn't bet on that...

Shaking my head, I peer behind the brochure stand and find a full bottle of water behind it.

I smile to myself. Alright!

I take it and stuff it into my bag. I then peer over my shoulder and examine the rest stop one more time.

"Don't see anything else... maybe there's something in the stores outside?" I wonder out loud. Adjusting the position of my guitar on my back, I exit the rest stop, feeling the wind hit my face. I look to my right, seeing one of the stores. I walk over to it and look up at the sign. "'Coleman's Knife Store'..." I read before looking at the door in front of me. I swear, if ALL of the knives are gone...

I take out my Glock 17 and hold it as I cautiously step inside...


The store was empty... no one was in here...

Cautiously, I peer behind the desk, and immediately wish that I didn't.

Lying behind the desk was the rotten corpse of a man, probably the owner of this store...

I gagged at the sight. The skin was rotten, and flies were zooming around the corpse. I could see a bullet hole in it's head.

"Disgusting..." I groaned out as I quickly looked away, resisting the urge to vomit at the sight. I hold my gun cautiously as I slowly head over to a closet door. I grabbed the doorknob and yanked it back, but thankfully, nothing was in there... except for a broom. I sigh with relief as I close the door.

I turn back around to examine the place. Most of the knives are gone... MOST of them...

My gaze wanders over to a broken display case. I walk over to it, finding a hunting knife and a survival knife. These will be useful...

Careful of the broken glass, I reached in and pulled out the two knives. I stuff the survival knife into my bag. This hunting knife will be useful...

Gonna need a holster for it...

I look around the room until I find a couple sheaths and a knife holster. I take the knife holster and strap it to my leg as I place the hunting knife in it. I then take one of the sheaths and place the survival knife in it before placing it back in my bag.

Smiling with content, I adjust my guitar on my back and pick up my bag. I take another look around, hoping to find some food, but find nothing.

Sighing, I head towards the entrance and reach for the doorknob.

But I stop as I hear a man's voice outside.

"Wyatt? You here, man?!"

I gasp as I pull away from the door and back away. I hear the man's footsteps come closer to the door. Looking around frantically, I duck into a gap behind a shelf and hide there as I hear the door open. Peering through a crack, I see that the man has a piercing below his lip, a stubble, several tattoos, and a black and gray beanie on his head. He was wearing a black shirt over a white T-shirt with blue jeans. I saw the man search around the store.

"Wyatt! You in here- Oh God, that's f*cking gross..."

He must've found the corpse...

I remain motionless as I watch the man examine the place. He rummaged around, only finding a bottle of water. He sighs. "It'll have to do..." he mutters to himself. "I just hope Wyatt's alive..."

And with that said, he heads towards the entrance. I hear his footsteps clacking against the tile door as he opens the door, steps outside, and shuts the door behind him.

I sigh with relief once I know he's not in the store. Coming out of my hiding place, I head over to the store window and peer through it, seeing the man with the tattoos leaving.

I should get out of here too...

I take one last look around the place, finding a bottle of water. I stuff it in my bag before I cautiously step outside. I look on both of my sides, making sure no one else was around, before I make a break for it.

I run away from the rest stop, not daring to look back.