The Rotten

"We don't have a choice. We need more first aid supplies." Zach was a former Boy Scout, who had been certified in first aid. "Look I don't like it any more than you. But we have to. We can't risk going on anymore runs without first aid supplies." "The hospital is probably overrun with adults." Charlie is the leader, by popular demand, of his group living at Gosnell High School. Gosnell. That's the name of their town. Or was. After the world went to shit, it stopped rotating, stuff stopped happening, people started dying. Charle had always been interested by zombies. He'd claimed that was how he'd wanted the world to end, but this was no zombie apocalypse. Only people sixteen and older had gotten sick, like children were immune or something. Charlie didn't want to be leader, but everyone had turned to him, making him take command. Charlie was an older kid. His crew fade wasn't quite so short anymore, not much of a fade anymore. He had a dark stubble stretching from the bottom side of his chin to his sideburns. Under his black tactical vest, was a plain black tank top, revealing large biceps, showing he works out every morning. He had on black cargo pants, tucked into his black combat boots, tied up at his waist by a black leather belt. Held to his side by his belt, would be a black holster holding a Colt M1911 pistol. On his left side, opposite to his pistol, would be a large Rambo style survival knife. He'd have extra ammo, zip ties, and handcuffs around his belt and in various pockets on his vest. Around his neck are three dog tags tucked I between his vest and shirt, each one wrapped in two layers of clear tape, so they'd stay silent when was on stealth operations. Held tightly to his back was a large black backpack, holding various items, a first aid kit, multiple waterproof bags; one filled with exra dry clothes, one containing more waterproof bags. In between his back and pack, were two twin 27 inch full twang black blade fantasy ninja swords secured vastly in their respective sheaths.

"Alright. I'll take out my team first thing tomorrow." Charlie caved.

"Thank you."

Charlie pulled a black mobile radio from his belt and clicked the button to speak into the microphone.

"Aaron, inform Louis, Chiron, Oliver, Ethan and Austin that we head out tomorrow at first light. We're going to Great River Medical for first aid."

The radio crackled and a voice came over the speaker.

"10-4."

Charlie and Zach were standing in was used to be the main hall, right in between the principal's and councilor's offices, were the nurse would've been. Zach was a bit taller than Charlie. He had brown curly hair pulłed back into a ponytail. He had glasses on. His green long sleeve shirts was tucked into his black cargo pants, which her held up by a black leather belt. That was what everyone of the Gosnell High crew wore. Charlie was against being leader, but he did run a taught ship. Kept everyone disciplined like the United States Marine Corps used to be. He was tough. Maybe too tough? He never knew. He had a reason though, he never wanted to lose anyone, especially the younger kids who were either unable or too afraid to defend themselves. He had rules that were to never be broken: no one outside the walls after dark, no one takes from the food and medical supplies without proper authorization, no young children would be allowed outside without one guard per three children in accompaniment. If a rule was broken there would be a punishment.

Charlie rubbed his stubble as he turned and walked away. He spoke back into the radio.

"I'm coming over for another haircut, get your stuff cleaned and ready."

A voice came back.

"Already cleaned. Come on over when you're ready."