Snippet #1694984

Center of Town square, steel wolf's camp site. 9:20 AM

The steel wolfs, a gang of of survivors led by Dante Stronghold as the dictator. Or, if anyone asked what government it was that's what he would say and then give them a glare before walking away. With this, the camp site, or stronghold was the town hall, a house, the gas station, and with the help of the GIEI's barricade, that was there's too. Or at least they thought it was there's. Using the secure barricade, they had gathered many junk, scrap, wood, barb wire, and the nail and hammer making the own barricade on the streets. Before this they hid in town hall. Now, they have tents, a watch tower completed only a few days ago, and the houses were barricade as well. This kept the infected form getting inside the space, with guards on duty if any even tried to break though they be shot on sight. With each man made junk wall, there would be a sign saying, "Expect no kindness here."

With that said, the gang members, once simple, kind survivors had changed. Turned into selfish, cruel men and women only respecting the leader and sometimes each other. At this point, there was a guard in the new watch tower, not very tall though, and two per junk wall. None stayed by the military' barricade, it was made well all ready. The rest were either inside the safe zone working. Dante, in city hall, sat in the mayor's chair and looked though some papers of names and activity being on there gang. Stuff like the health of his members, spare notes, and any planning on how the day should go by. He was interrupted in his silent work by one of his more loud mouth member's walking in and barking complaints at him. "Yo Dante, da hell we going to do about the damn food? You haven't sent anyone out for two days! Were gettin low here man!"

Dante glared at him and leaned back in his chair, "All right, Jeff was it? Okay, you get the food today. You, and only you, don't come back unless you have enough to feed everyone for one day."

Jeff laughed then slammed his fist on the desk, "Listen you prick! I don't need this shit. I was just tell-"

"Go, or get hung!" yelled Dante, two more wolfs walked in and eyed Jeff in warning. Both holding a baseball bats. Jeff gasped, "You gotta be kidding..."

Sadly he was not. Dante nodded his head an the two wolfs beat Jeff to the ground then dragged him out of the building and thrown him out of the safe zone. The other member's either laughed or were dead silent. It was common for Dante to do something like that, but know gave him a reason to do anything like that for sometime. Dante sighed and left his hall and went to his people, they waved then went back to what they were doing. The two baseball bat wolf's returned to him.

"Gather two more member's and go scavenging past the barricade." he said to them. They nodded and did as he was told.

Dante's gang had been doing less and less activity over the weeks. Leaning farther and farther away form the church and more past the military's barricade. It was getting harder to find food and other supplies. Plus, the member's still questioned his method about the church's survivors but never said it to him directly. Only his most loyal would tell him these news. He sighed walking though the camps, then walked over to the watch tower and yelled up at the guard, "Have you seen anything today?"

There was no reply, so Dante sighed, "Has Rivera came back yet?" This time the guard said, "No." Then went back to looking down the street, he took a shot at a zombie with his hunting rifle, blasting off it's head. Dante smiled at the gunshot, knowing he only shot when he knew he killed something. Dante sat by a nearby chair and sighed. Trying to relax about his worries and to listen to any of his gang member's who had to speak to him. Hopefully not like Jeff.