Steph’s Comments (group member since Dec 03, 2016)

Steph’s comments from the The Apocalypse Begins group.

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While running, Freddie picked up a glass bottle and threw towards the runners. That would distract them. Only for a few seconds.

Freddie didn't know what to do. He didn't want Merlin and Cadence to die, but they had just met. He wasn't going to risk his life for someone he didn't know. He ran. He ran faster than he ever ran before.

Freddie then decided to stop running. "Run. I'll hold them off as best as I can. Don't stop running. GO!" he shouted, getting ready to sacrifice himself.

Freddie awkwardly followed after the two. ''Where are we going now?" Freddie asked. He then heard loud footsteps. He whipped his head around and noticed a horde of runners far back. "Run!" Freddie yelled, pushing Merlin forward.

"I p-promise, I won't do anything to harm you or Cadence. We're spending too much time in one place. We need to move. There are p-probably infected all a-around here." Freddie said, beginning to get tired of his stuttering problem. He picked his broomstick from the floor.

Freddie fumbled before ultimately catching the bag. He opened the bag slowly, careful not to rip the bag open and alert the infected. He inspected the inside of the bag, hoping nothing was wrong with it. He was starving. After inspecting the bag, he began to stuff the chips down his throat. Small crumbs of chips fell on the floor. "Thanks." Freddie muttered between chews. After finally swallowing the chips, he stepped closer to the girl named Merlin. "You may not trust me, but I trust you. We can travel together. Protect each other." Freddie said, hoping Merlin would say yes. He was almost bitten by a crawler yesterday when he woke up.

"I'm n-not infected," Freddie stuttered again. "I was looking for food. I haven't eaten in days. I don't want any trouble." Freddie explained, putting his hands in up to show he was defenseless without his broom. Freddie began to think what he would do if the girl attacked. Would he defend himself? Would he kill her?

Freddie didn't want to put his broom down. This unknown girl could want to kill him. Or be infected. He looked back at the little girl and finally set his broom down.

"M-my name is Freddie.'' he stuttered. "Are you infected?" Freddie added, just to be cautious.

Freddie was hesitant to talk. This was the first normal human he had seen in months. After what felt like forever, he finally spoke. "Who are you?"

He slowly lifted his broomstick in defense, making sure the woman didn't make any false moves. He then noticed she had a baby.

Freddie suddenly stops walking, alarmed by a sound. He though he heard a small, frail voice. He realized it must be his imagination. He noticed a zombie, limping towards him. He initially was going to kill it, but he decided to leave it.

As he keeps walking, he think he hears a pattern of footsteps. He first believes it to be one of the infected, but then realizes they don't walk in patterns. He figures there must be another survivor. He begins to stride faster, careful not to make any noise or cause any infected to come to him.