RE: The Walking Dead [Zombie LitRPG]

Andrea and Michael looted the house of every valuable without any problems.

Their haul from this house was a small first-aid kit, a set of knives, a couple of canned goods, and with one rare find, an old folding trench shovel, left lying on a corner inside a small storage closet in the kitchen.

"Alright, onto the next one. Alan, drive the Armada with Cole. Stay close and stay sharp."The two men responded with a simple nod before they immediately boarded the vehicle and followed after the van.

The crew drove around the little neighborhood until Michael spotted something on the side of the road and caught his attention.

"A police cruiser." Andrea mumbled in anticipation and also got down from the van following Michael.

The other two soon followed suit after them. Michael didn't even need to say anything, and they already went on being on the lookout and constantly scanning their surroundings.

Michael turned towards one of the guys and instructed. "Alan. Get the jerry can on the back of the van and see if you can siphon the fuel out of this guy."

"On it."

"Hey, there's a shotgun in the backseat." Andrea called out, which quickly caught Michael's attention. He pressed his face against the backseat window and indeed spotted the shotgun just quietly lying in there.

It was then Alan came back with the jerry can and like a thief, he skillfully opened the fuel cap and began siphoning the fuel from it.

"Cole, it's yours."

Cole nodded and immediately went over to the cruiser, but then he paused and turned to Michael. "It's open."

Michael personally took the shotgun and started rummaging inside with Andrea. In addition to the shotgun, they only found a half case full of shotgun shells.

He looked around them and couldn't help but think of something that has been bothering him.

'It's too quiet. Did someone clear this place or did the zombies gather in one place?''

Seeing that Michael had come to a standstill, Andrea grew a little worried and quickly moved close to him. "What is it?"

"Nothing. Come on, one more vehicle then we're out." Michael pulled Andrea along with him and quickly got inside the van.

Cole and Alan also hurriedly went back to the Armada when they saw the way Michael was acting. It made them worry. Their vigilance also heightened along with it.

"What's wrong really?"

Michael quickly got the van running and turned it around from where they came from.

"It's too quiet. It's not a good sign. It's either– well, shit. I knew it was too quiet."

Turning into a corner, Michael was just about to share his thoughts when he immediately stepped on the brakes of the van.

There was a small herd of zombies blocking their way out.

"Well, let's find another way out." Their presence certainly scared her, but Andrea wasn't overly worried. "Not like this is the only road we saw here."

Soon, the group safely made their escape from that neighborhood without any more complications.

At sundown, the group eventually made their way back to camp after going through multiple houses and along the way back, they got a hold of a school bus abandoned on the side of the road.

"You guys actually got a school bus?"

Arriving at the camp, Glenn was the first one to welcome them, followed by Dale, Rick, then a couple of others.

"We saw it abandoned on the roadside on our way back here. Good thing Cole and Alan were able to make it run with minimal repairs. Though it's low on fuel right now, I'm thinking of actually making it our main vehicle alongside Dale's RV." Michael suggested, but his eyes were mostly on Rick while saying those words.

'Though it was little weird that we actually came across this one and even got it running'

"I agree, I think that's a great idea. The current capacity of our vehicles wouldn't be able to carry us all for our trip to CDC tomorrow." Dale was elated and immediately agreed on the idea since he knew that their current vehicles wouldn't be able to accommodate them all including their supplies.

"We'd also be able to save on fuel. I'd really hate the idea of constantly stopping on the road just to siphon fuel... and in the middle of hostile territory." Glenn was also on board with the idea. He then went inside the bus with Dale and sat in one of the seats there.

Rick smiled at Michael while repeatedly nodding his head. "This is good, this is very good. This will make it easier for us to defend the group. We only need to station two guards on both ends of the bus."

"We also got a shotgun from a cruiser we stumbled across. I still prefer my Glock, so you decide on how you wanna handle it." Michael handed the shotgun to Rick. It was also a subtle way to tell the guy that he recognizes his leadership over the group.

'It's better that I draw the line right now. I don't want people to assume that I'm also competing for authority over this group. I don't want this to turn into a triple-threat match between the three of us. Shane and Rick butting heads is already chaotic enough.'

"Great. I wouldn't say no to another shotgun."

"Hey guys! Come on over, dinner's ready!"

The men then heard Lori shouting by the side of the campfire and made their way over.

It was already deep into the night. Glenn is on top of the RV keeping watch when Michael is woken up to the sound of someone rustling outside his tent.

Michael quickly grabbed his gun and sat up. "Who's there?"

"...It's me, can I come in?" There was a short silence before he heard Andrea's voice from outside the tent.

"Sure, come in."

The tent opened up and Andrea carefully moved into the tent.

She was wearing a loose white tank top paired with a short.

The pair shared a knowing look. Andrea had a purpose coming to his tent in the middle of the night. Michael quickly figured it out since only someone who is too dense would still be oblivious to what was about to go down.

Without a word, Michael grabbed Andrea's head by her hair and kissed her. They exchanged a very passionate one that led to their clothes disappearing one by one.

After a long while, Michael had once again felt how good it was being inside a woman, and the latter, finally ending her month-long drought.

Their bout lasted five rounds.

They soon drifted to sleep with Michael spooning Andrea.

The following morning, Michael had woken up to see her getting dressed.

The two smiled at each other. The scenes from last night reminded Michael and he couldn't stop himself from groping and kneading one of her knockers.

"You've got one naughty hand." Andrea smiled as she started putting her shorts on.

"Only for one naughty woman." Michael chuckled. He was certainly enjoying the scene happening before his eyes.

'She was incredibly wet and tight last night. It must have been a while since someone had knocked those doors open.'

"Wait, we didn't use rubbers last night." Michael was quickly reminded about something and suddenly felt worried.

'Damn, I can't suddenly be having a baby while the group still doesn't have a secured territory for ourselves.'

Andrea immediately addressed his worries. "It's fine. I'm on the pill. I took some with me with the thought that something like this is bound to happen in the future. That is..If I survived long enough, and I guess I did."

"So, we gonna do this again?"

Andrea paused, then she turned around to look at Michael and smiled. "When I feel like it."

Michael mumbled as he watched her leave his tent. "Dang. I really didn't expect to get laid last night."

He didn't immediately get up and instead started pondering about the things that happened so far.

"Amy's alive. So Andrea would have a whole new personality going forward. I just don't know if it was the right choice. Shane, that guy does not like me at all, especially after our last encounter. We also have more survivors now, which means we'll have more mouths to feed. On the bright side, our numbers would at least intimidate other bands of survivors from doing anything stupid. Progress will also be faster with more hands. The only thing we lack now is experience, weaponry and a stable base of operations."

Following his thoughts, Michael left his tent and was just in time to join the others.

"Alright. Everybody listen up. Those of you with CBs, we're gonna be on channel 40. Let's keep the chatter down, okay?" Shane with Rick by his side addressed the group and looked at each of them one by one.

"Now, you got a problem, don't have a CB, can't get a signal or anything at all. You're gonna hit your horn one time. That will stop the caravan. Any questions?"

"We're uh…" Morales looked around him, hesitating. "We're not going."

The moment he uttered those words, everyone looked at him. Especially the piercing stares coming from Rick and Shane.

'Is this shithead serious? Were they even listening to me yesterday?' Michael looked vexed. He wants Morales and his family to stay since the husband will prove reliable in the long run.

Amy and Andrea stood beside Michael, and the latter saw the expression on his face and thought of something.

"..."

There was a short silence before Morales' wife, Miranda spoke up. "We have family in Birmingham. We want to be with our people."

"You go on your own. You won't have anyone to watch your back." Rick looked frustrated while Shane advised them on the dangers ahead.

"We'll take the chance. I gotta do what's best for my family." Morales sounded and looked confident uttering those words.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. We talked about it. We're sure."

Michael wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't bother to.

'I guess some things are just inevitable.' With those thoughts in mind, Michael returned to his tent and also started packing up since he's the last one to do so.

Rick looked at Shane and both shared a knowing look. "Shane."

"Yeah, alright." Shane immediately agreed as he already knew what was in Rick's mind.

Rick rummaged through the gun bag, and they handed Morales another Colt Python and a half box full of bullets. While the two were in agreement to this arrangement, a certain someone was clearly disgruntled about it.

Daryl grunted while the rest of the survivors started sharing their goodbyes to them. Everyone had worry painted in their faces, uncertain of their future.

"Channel 40, if you change your minds, alright?"

"Yeah."

Rick and Morales shared one last goodbye to each other.

"Come on. Let's go. Let's move out"

The survivors immediately grabbed their remaining things and boarded the bus.

Soon, the group drove off and began their journey.

When the caravan reached the main road, Morales and his family separated from the rest and drove off in the opposite direction.

The caravan was left with Dale's RV leading the front, followed by the school bus driven by Shane, then T-Dog's van and lastly, Daryl in his truck.