Just then, a few growls were heard from Jam. Zain had told Jam to stay close by but to hide behind some of the destroyed cars while the confrontation was going on, and he was a good mark for when other humans were coming.
Rather than using the sword, Zain placed it away and pulled out his hand gun instead, pointing it in the direction where Jam was growling towards.
'Is it the group we just chased off, have they come with reinforcements?'
Seven students could be seen coming toward them, and they were holding onto melee weapons but had nothing else on their body. Most of them looked around Zain's age but there were a couple of older ones.
"Hey there's a person pointing a gun at us, what do we do?" one of them asked as they froze standing in place.
"It looks like they got to the care package before us as well." Another complained.
"Are we going to be okay?" some of the girls worriedly said.
"Sorry, we don't want to fight." A young man with glasses at the front said. "We just came to see the care package and collect it, bringing it back together with us. Are you with any group?"
Seeing how the others had no guns on them, Zain placed his away so they wouldn't have their guard up so much.
"We are our own group, the Level Up group." Zain prepaid. "This is everyone."
The others looked at each other.
"I see, does that mean you really don't have a place to stay, we are a group of around 100. If you want, in return for letting us have some of the supplies you have there, we can bring you back. It would be safer if we were together, would it not?"
Zain thought about it for a while, these people didn't seem as aggressive as the last group that had come towards them, and by the sound of it 100 people was quite the large group in this type of situation. It meant that someone capable must be running it, and they must also have the power to make sure order is in place within their group.
"At least Zain is a bit calmer this time." Pink let out a breath of relief. "I thought that he might just shoot them all before he even let them speak."
"Zain is not that crazy," Kun replied. "I think."
"Zain, I don't think giving them some supplies from here is a bad idea." Kun replied. "Maybe if we meet them we can ask them some questions, and besides we don't really need it."
It was true, the medicine and food was useless to them, only the weapons were of interest, but it meant a lot to the humans. Someone in charge of a large group like so was most likely to know at least some details that they could piece together.
There was a large worry for Zain though, and that was the fact that they would be found out. As time went on they would be found. Right now he was weighing the gamble and trying to think what the best situation was.
"We won't agree to join your group just yet, but in return for some of the supplies, I ask for two things." Zain asked. "First, we have a meeting with your leader, so we can talk together, and second, we go to another care package that's in the area, and we get the first pick of what is out of the crate. We will still share it with you."
Kun was a bit surprised by the request form Zain, because they had no use to go to another care package, even if it was for more weapons, unless Zain just wanted a stronger bargaining position with this new group... he wasn't sure.
However, Zain's reasons for going to the crate were a lot more simpler than this. It was because he still had his quest to reach a care package before anyone else. It looked like just getting the items out of the care package wasn't enough and they needed to get to one first.
"Can I talk about it with the others first?' The man with glasses asked.
After getting the nod, he turned around to his group to discuss.
"Thats unfair, they get first pick at both of the crates. That means they will take all the weapons. We can't come back to the museum empty handed." One of them complained.
"I think it's less risky with them. They have weapons and guns and we don't. If there is another group in the area, then they will be able to help us. Besides it looks like they want to meet the leader anyway, so why not just go with them.
"They are a small group so they can't just hoard all of the weapons they find, so they will probably pass some onto us anyway."
Turning around, the leader of the small group, called Dave, pushed his glasses up on his nose and nodded.
"We agree!" Dave said. "It looks like your group isn't as aggressive as the others, so maybe it will be a nice bridge between us too."
Although Dave thought it was a bit strange to call three people a group, he didn't wish to offend the person.
"Feel free to take what's left of the crate and we will get a move on straight away." Zain ordered as he stepped to the side along with the others watching the whole group.
Dave and his team started to pile up the supplies into the bags they had, and that's when Dave had spotted something, near the crate on the floor, there was a dead body. The blood looked fresh, but flesh from the body and its head had been carved in.
'Did a Zombie do that?'Dave thought, but noticed the marking right through the neck, which caused him to gulp a little. 'Maybe we were a little too hasty.'
As the group came closer though, two towards the back turned to look at Pink, and suddenly.
"Sarah! Sarah it really is you!" the voice shouted, and immediately two of them came running right towards Pink.
As they embraced her in a large hug, she knew straight away who they were.
"Mum..Dad!" Pink sobbed as she hugged them both tightly.
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