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Lucinda answered,” but I’m going
to guess yeah, you should worry, after what your group had done.”
Holly sat back and looked at Avery, and Avery just looked down,
rubbing her wrists.
    "I’ll
look out for the both of you,” Keith told Holly and Avery.
    “…
What happened to Jenny,” Avery questioned and Holly and Keith
looked at each other.
    "So
you're their leader," Charles said, he and Alex walking near the
now covered opening of the tunnel. They stopped walking.
    "My
brother was," Alex responded," but he's gone now. So I’m
in charge."
    "Alex
is it? That girl said your name," Alex nodded," look. Like
I said, usually we kill new people, because you just don’t know
who to trust these days; but, I see a little use in you four. But the
other reason why I don't plan on killing your group, is 'cause of
Trevor. He told me we can train you and your friends, teach you how
we do things and in general, make you part of our group, the SGO."
    "SGO?"
Alex repeated.
    "Survivalist
Group of Ohio," Charles said," and that would be an
honorary thing too."
    "Honorary,”
Alex repeated, crossing his arms,” there’s nothing
honorary about killing people who are survivors. And it’s not
honorary to go through the trouble of hunting down those survivors
who are just trying to travel and end up getting beat by your group.
Besides, I don’t trust your group around our group.”
Charles smirked.
    “What,
are you like family or something?”
    "No,
we just look out for one another.”
    "Then
that shouldn't even bother you if you don’t think of them as
family," he replied and stopped speaking, looking back at his
group," trust me, you should get used to that though, because
the world is just getting smaller each day. We need each other during
these times. Gather together and live. My group is my family. Since
I’m the oldest here, I’m like the father here. Lucinda’s
the mother, Drew is the older brother while Trevor is basically the
baby here. With your group, the family grows and we need that
number.”
    "I
really don’t care,” Alex responded,” nor why we’re
even discussing families here. Because I see them as friends, not
family. My family is gone and the last bit of family I did have is
dead. But I do have some things to suggest. For one, if you plan on
killing us, don’t leave us without weapons to fight back with,
don’t beat any of us, and keep your people away from Holly,
Jenny, and Avery.”
    "So
what are you trying to get at here then?"
    "If
we stay then Holly, Avery, and Jenny are to be left alone. Keep that
Trevor guy away from Avery, and,” Alex looked back and noticed
Holly making looks at the guy named Nick,” well… All the
guys away from Holly in general." Charles looked at Alex and
looked down the tunnel at Holly and Avery.
    "How
about you let them make that decision themselves instead of making it
for them." Charles then added," I'll let you and your
friends live. Just don't screw it up. Ya'll have freedom to walk
around, don't go near the weapons though;" he rubbed his chin,"
your group can live, but you gotta do as we order. That means going
out there with who ever actually cares to have you or one of them in
their group and doing as they say whether it's stealing, killing, or
anything else you can think of and don't try to make a getaway.
'Cause my group are accurate with guns."
    "Funny,
because from what Avery and I witnessed, you and your three friends
missed us,"Alex challenged, arms crossed.
    "A
few are, they'll gun you down as soon as you do make a getaway."
    Later
that night, Holly looked around at the things the group had gathered
and she noticed Nick looking at her. She thought of John then Joel
and turned away. She looked back over at Nick and this time he held
up a beer bottle. “Let’s go drink,” she said to
Keith.
    “Why?”
    “Come
on, I want at least one of my friends to drink with me. I don’t
know if Alex drinks and we both know Avery doesn’t even drink
or anything.

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