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The outside was declared safe just as Chris was headed towards it. He opens the doors and gets out as he looks around. So many dead bodies. Dead bodies that were going to have to be disposed of. He would do that, but maybe later. Right now he was too tired. He headed back to his room as he took off his revolve, swinged out the cylinder and used the ejector rod to eliminate all the spent cartridges, putting them on the desk as he reached out to his backpack and took out his ammo box, taking 6 rounds from it, reloading the revolver with them and swinging the cylinder back into place. Then he put the revolver together with the holster on the desk but kept his knife unto him like he did yesterday. 

Afterwards he gets out of the room, heading to Mikki's room, wanting to finally have a 1-on-1 chat with her and saw a blonde guy guarding the entrance to her room. Chris sits in front of the sleeping guy with his arms crossed for several seconds. Then he proceeds to kick his chair so hard that the guy nearly fell off after he got awake. [color=1a7b30]"Wake up Goldy Locks! I wanna talk to Nikki. Is she inside?"[/color] Asked Chris. "Nope, sorry! She just had a shower and now she's resting. In case you haven't noticed she's had a busy night, and besides that she just lost her boyfriend Eric." Said James scratching his right eye and getting up on his feet. [color=1a7b30]"Fine! I'll come back later then."[/color] Said Chris as he uncrossed his arms and walked back to his room.

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4:45 AM, Day 12

Roger stops his motorcycle about a quarter mile away from what looked like a high school. He grabs his rifle and looks through the scope to see what's in the distance. Looks like a real battle took place there. By the looks of things there were 3 parties involved. The defenders, most likely a group of survivors that live in the high school and two attacking parties, one of them seemed to be some bandits and the second were the ever present walkers who were just there for their usual "all you can eat buffet". It seems that the high school's defenders have won this one, at least for the time being. They might have used slingshots, bows and arrows, an occasional firearm and magazines and football equipment for armor but at least they were still alive. 

Roger was impressed. It was good to see that at least some people still had fighting spirit, and for the good reasons, not for the bad reasons. As he was about to lower the rifle, Roger looks into the scope again as he saw a familiar car in the parking lot. A black Dodge Ram 1500 4x4 truck with California license plates number 6BRI696. [color=0072bc]"Oh my God, that's Chris's truck!"[/color] Said Roger as he quickly slinged the rifle back on his back and rode to the high school entrance. He got out of the bike, opened the gate, got back on the bike and rode inside, got off again to close the gate and got back on as he headed to the parking lot, stopping next to his son's truck as he stopped the motorcycle and got off of it and started looking at Chris's truck, to make sure is the exact same one and that he didn't make a mistake.

[@Wick]