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She hadn't gotten as close as he did, but she could smell a whiff of what he did. "Erm, well whatever was available at the gas stations, to be honest. Some pumps didn't work, and some did. Really couldn't be picky about octanes, you know," she said in a neutral voice, trying to sound like she knew something about the bus, when in reality the first hours of her driving it were pretty terrifying. Plus, she didn't want to seem like a moron if the thing ended up needing diesel, or something.
She looked up and down the road. "Is that your place off the road there?"
With Carrie Underwood blasting through the speakers, using up the last of the iPod battery, the couple drove down the dirt road. Rachel noticed Axel squinting his eyes, trying to look far into the distance. "Is that a school bus?" he said, partially to himself. He chuckled quietly. "Maybe there's some survivors after all."
Axel sped up until he was about one hundred feet away from the bus. He noticed two people standing by it, a man and a woman. He honked his horn as he drove up. "Need some help?" he called out the window. This wasn't like a movie or TV show. You could trust people in the real world... or so they hoped.
"Maybe this isn't such a good idea," Rachel muttered. "Maybe you should just drive by. They might be dangerous." Axel wasn't listening though, and he cut the engine on the Ram, and stood up, sticking his head through the sunroof.
He took a step back and took a wide look at everyone that had gathered. "Well we can probably head up to the house. I was planning on heading up to Fort Yates soon, since me n' the chick that lives there are out of food. Maybe we can head up there together, watch each other's backs, gather more supplies that way. C'mon."
Once they got up to the house, Grant slowly went in, looking for Abby. "Mom? I found some dogs, can I keep them?" He joked.
'What are you talking abo-' she peered through the open front door inspecting not only two vehicles but a small group of people, slowly she turned around to face grant smirking 'You went for food and you come back with this?' She laughed 'Unless of course THIS' she gestured outside to the strangers 'is your idea of food, in which case i am not game my friend' she tried to hide her laughter. She couldn't believe it, she hadn't spoke to anyone in weeks and within a hour of meeting this guy another four people turn up.
"Privet. Ya ostavlyu svoye snaryazheniye zdes' ty ne protiv?" Vlad asked Abby, pulling his camping backpack off his shoulders and dumping it by the house of the door and pointed at it. "I sleep outside, I no bandit, I friendly." The russian nodded a few times to make sure she got the point and turned around, smiling stupidly at Bridget & Grant. "Privet!"
Then finally, he turned around to face Grant and moved to pat him on the shoulder. "Tag along?"
The house was small with only one bedroom, a living room, bathroom and a small kitchen/dining area, still she could make room for everyone to camp down. She was just glad for the company.
'Ican help you move everything'
Stepping onto the porch she could get a better view of the obviously foreign guy, she couldn't really talk she was was from England but she definatly couldn't speak Russian. Her face turned to confusion as she tried to interpret what he was saying before he turned to face Grant and Bridgett. She leant around the Russian so they could see her and raised her hands questionably 'Privet?' She mouthed at the pair.
She watched the retreating backs of the trio, and then looked around the small home and it's surroundings. Off to the side near a garage, she saw what seemed to be a large fuel tank, half dug into the ground. "Is that fuel there?" she asked, cocking her head and thinking. "I have a generator with me, we might be able to get some electricity going, a little anyway."
'No problem, i'm grateful for the company. Being alone isn't much fun when your world is crumbling.' Her smiled faltered slightly as she looked away, her sadness creeping into her eyes. Taking a deep breath and plastering a new smile upon her face she snapped herself back together, running her fingers through her hair she watched the men disappear down the road.
Lost in her own world again she almost didn't hear Bridget. 'Fuel?' she followed the womans gaze till she spotted the large fuel tank. 'Oh yeah i think so, i'm not sure how much is in though'
She turned away from the tank to face the other woman standing nearby 'Hey, im Abby' she gave an awkward wave but paired it with a genuine smile.
Abby lent against the wooden door frame of the small house and pictured herself back home, she sometimes had moments of missing it and this was one of them. Was everyone dead there too? did any of her friends (how few there were) of her past life survive? She looked up to the blue sky and let her thoughts drift away with the mid day breeze, no use thinking about it now.
'I'll start to help bring stuff in shall I?' She stepped out of the doorway and made her way towards the broken down vehicle.
'About 5 or 6 years ago when I was 18, I'd just finished college back home and got accepted and Florida State Univeristy.'
Not really wanting to delve into her reasoning or her past she moved quickly on, she'd only just met them she was willing to pour her heart out to them. 'So what did you two do before everything happened?'
She shuffled past Bridget and jumped down from the bus turning to face them, she moved the box to balance on her other hip.
She stepped out of the bus, breathing in the cool air outside. "I, umm, was a kindergarten teacher," she said, sticking a thumb out at the bus. "Good thing I knew where they kept the keys..."
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