Chapter 1: the plan
“Run! We have to go now! There’s no time to get the supplies, grab as much of the fuel as you can and meet me at the truck.” Exclaimed Rick loudly. After a quick glance through the rest of the warehouse Carl decided that he had gathered all the things that would prove helpful to the group on their latest mission. So he took off towards the red truck, his feet pounding against the pavement, running like a madman, his heart beating as if he had just dashed up a mountain. Carl jumped into the bed of the truck as gently as a elephant crashing into a pool of water. Carl screamed loudly to Rick “Go,go,go!” And the pair were off just like that to deliver their final part of the old abandoned rocketship they had found to the rest of the group. They sped away from the horde of ferocious zombies as quickly as the truck could carry them. Carl glanced over at his dad and smirked while saying, “like father, like son. Right Pop?” Rick glanced back over at his son.
“So what do you think about a trip to the moon, boy?” He asked.
“I think I’m about ready to take this adventure, Dad.” Carl replied nicely.
The two switched seats and the truck was driven by Carl the rest of the trip. The duo arrived back at the old Kennedy Space Station and let the rest of the group know that they got the rest of the rocket fuel and food they needed for their voyage. While the rest of the now group of fifteen had been exhausted as of late and were exhilarated to see their leader return. “Did you get the rest of the supplies we needed Rick?” Asked Daryl.
“Yeah we got forty-four more gallons of rocket fuel and a couple hundred more bottles of fresh water.” Replied Rick. While Rick brought the rest of the water to the rocket, the rest of the group talked about the plan. The group had discussed returning to Earth after five years on the moon so, they were getting their supplies based on that. The hope was that after five years on the moon the zombies would die off and the group would be able to survive for many more years on Earth.
“Rick we need to do this soon”. Michonne said she spotted a horde of walkers about twenty-five miles from here.” Said Daryl. Michonne had been more isolated lately and was kind of acting like someone who had been through a death in the family. She was as sad as a dying flower. While none of the others were quite sure how to make her feel any better so, the others just kept their distance and tried to comfort her whenever possible. A somber mood hung over the group as they were about to attempt the most complicated and detail-oriented project any of them had ever attempted.
Daryl said, “Rick we have an explicit plan in place and this is going to work, I assure you that.”
Rick replied Softly, “Daryl, we could plan this for another two days, another two weeks, or another two years and we still would have no way of knowing the chaos we could encounter up there. We are going to space for goodness sake!”
“Dad come quickly!” Cried Carl. Carl’s call for help could not have come at a more inopportune time for Daryl and Rick, who had been preparing for takeoff. The nervous group of three ran up to find what Carl had been screaming about, and what they saw might add just little turbulence to the group's trip into space. The group stood atop their space station facing hundreds of thousands of the undead.