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//Fuel Run//
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Dog: "That's a nice Desert Eagle you have."

Kaylah: “Yes it is a nice one, problem is finding bullets for it when there is no gun shop is about. The fact they are nosey makes them less popular for this type of environment, most want a quiet and clean kill. The rest want to go all out noisy. In fact I had met a survivor at one time who was like that annnndddddd……………”

The woman in blue had stopped talking as she heard a low toned bird whistle coming from Ash, a signal meant they should start looking for fuel. The cosplaying woman grabbed the canister next to her and got ready to haul it to the nearest thing with fuel in it. For a moment the sound of something of being dragged could be heard though only very faintly. As quickly as the sound started it was finished as she carried it to a car close by. Hopefully something was in the tank, the blue four door family car seemed to have been abounded and in a rush as well. The keys were still in the car but it was in the off position showing they at least turned it off before fleeing.

Kaylah: “I wonder what made them run? Well hopefully it has something in the tank or this is a waste of time.”

The back sit had a jumper on it, also a map and a wooden box was there, Kaylah would look in the box in a moment and various things such as a flash light and batteries could be seen. The front had the glove box open like someone took something out in a rush as some items were sticking out of it. A pair of gloves was dangling out of it and on top of that there seemed to be some empty shells for a shotgun. She could test the car but that would alert any infected or worst, humans who were crazy or bent on surviving in any way possible. The woman in blue soon moved to the cap where the fuel pump would go and opened it up. Grabbing the tube she used earlier she began to start the same process as before.

She at this point gave Dog a signal to come over so they could get their own tube for collecting fuel. Hopefully Ash would grab one soon to speed this process up, Kaylah felt a little uneasy at this time. Her gun was tucked in-between her thigh, it was ready to blow someone a way if it was needed. Her modded hockey stick needed work so she did not bring it. She did bring one of the tools from the shed though; it was one of the sickles not being used. With a deep breath she began to suck on the tube to start it flowing like she did at the farm. Her ears alert and were ready to pick up on anything that caught her attention. The undead in the distance did not bother her as they seemed to be unaware of their existences at the moment. 

The fuel soon started to flow and she pointed the tube into the canister so it could start to fill up. When Dog took the tube they needed she began to look through the car, the wooden box catching her attention. One hand was still on the tube and the other rummaging through the car with limited reach. Her fingers barely touching the wooden box she wanted to look in, she wanted to make sure the fuel would stay in the canister so she did not let it go. After rocking the wooden box a few times with the tip of her fingers she somehow managed to make it come closer to her making it easier for her to pull it closer.

Kaylah soon shoved the tube further into the canister so it would not fall out before turning her attention to the wooden box. What was in it, she wondered to herself. The box was made of oak and it was rather heavy for something of its size. In fact she wondered how she managed to pull it closer to her using her fingers with the weight she felt. There was a design on it though it was unknown to her what it was or meant and it seemed it was not locked either. She soon spoke to herself though kept her ears on alert like she already did.

Kaylah: “Could it be something important?”