Conan puts the backpack over his shoulder. Suddenly, he hears a scream. He turns back to face the camp and sees John. He turns back around and carries on walking.
"What the f*ck?" Lee asks Conan Lee sighs, picks up his crossbow, and fires, helping out John. Lee then catches up with Conan and asks, "Why didn't you help him?"
Wheatley slowly approaches the corpse. He then picks daisies and some roses he found in a ditch. In the distance, a hoard is shambling in the corner of Wheatley's eye. "Well this is good." Wheatley says as he reloads his XPR 500. Looking through his scope, Wheatley pulls the trigger and hits a zombie, a fast one, in the eye. He then puts his supplies in his backpack and begins to run. He then finds a tree and climbs to the top. Struggling to grip the branch, Wheatley pulls himself up cautiously and silently, "This'll do for now... I'll have to find some friendly people."
"I don't have anything to do with you people. You all watched my brother suffer and DID NOTHING TO HELP HIM!" yells Conan, attracting zombies to his location. He bolts it back to the Verizon store, leaving Lee to defend himself.
Lee fights off the walkers, and then bolts to the verizon store. "Well, he was already BITTEN, lost an arm, and biten again the the foot! He was DEAD anyways!" Lee stated, getting ticked. "What did you want me to do, wave my magic wand and heal him?"
Conan raises his crossbow at Lee. "Do anything stupid and you lose an eye. There ain't nothin' for you here in this place. Leave. Now"
"And YOU, OVER THERE!" yells Conan to Eragon. "YOU CAN DO THAT TOO!" yells Conan, pointing his crossbow at him.
