On the next day, at what it seems to be nine o'clock, the two survivors are leaving the house, all armed for their mission. Today they are going to go into the closest city they are at, to Gorron. The city is at least five kilometres as Jon told him as they got into the van they used yesterday to move supplies, radio and their friends' bodies.
Jon drives the car straight ahead, and as it got close to the gates. Raoul leaves the car and walk to the gates. As he got there, he opens the gates wide for the car to leave the area. He pushed the gates wide enough to let the car go and don't suffer a scratch. As the van, who was driven by Jon, left the property, he closes the gates and goes after it. He quickly enters the van, and when he got in, Jon drives the car forward, with Raoul on the other side.
"We must be careful, now." says Jon as he makes a turn to the main street that connects his cabin and Gorron. "The cities are most likely filled with creatures like these. And we also must be careful around humans."
"Yes." responds Raoul. "In most apocalyptic movies or series, a human can be considered a more dangerous harm than zombies."
"Yeah… We must be careful whom we trust on this world right now."
The drive was taking about ten minutes. They could've got earlier, but there was some blockage there and there, who were needed to be moved away and off the road to help them continue. But it was worth it, because they got at the closest gas station, where they see a big tank of fuel.
"Whoa, mama!" says Jon overwhelmed by the tank of gas who is hidden into the back of the building. "Cannot believe someone would let something like this here."
"Do you think it is a trap, sir?" asks Raoul concerned, and he looks everywhere.
"Beats me." he looks around him as he prepares his assault rifle. "Nothing gets easier."
After they looked around them, and shoots warning shots into the air to attract human's attention, they concluded that nothing has happened. Raoul goes to the windows of the gas station, and he looks at it. He can barely see something inside the gas station, but as he looked closely, he sees the shelves of the store almost empty. Jon is going to the door of the gas station, which is entirely open and with a lot of blood on the floor.
"Should we search it?" suggest Raoul to Jon.
"No. We got enough home." says Jon to Raoul, and he looks around him. "There are probably people who need it much more than us."
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They leave the gas station, and goes on the back to see the state of the gas tank which was once carried on the France highways with a Volvo or a Man truck. Jon goes at the tank, he inspects the contains of it by climbing the stairs to the top and open the top. As he looked inside the truck, he sees fuel, but as he looked at it, he feels disappointed. He puts the bottle back, and he leaves the trailer.
"Bad news!" says Jon going at Raoul. "The gas is not the good type."
"How do you know?" asks Raoul.
"We need petrol. Not airplane gas." he says as he gets back with Raoul into the van.
"Airplane fuel? What the heck is it doing there?"
"No idea." says Jon driving the car from this gas station and heading to the next one. "But I hope we will be finding something good on our way here."
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Twenty minutes later, they stopped at the third gas station they have encountered so far. The last one was empty with gas, but full of zombies. Jon and Raoul managed to get away from them at the last moment. In this gas station, things are looking the same as the last one, but with fewer zombies, only six.
Raoul stabs the heads of three zombies with his brother sword, while Jon smacks the heads of these creatures with his police bat he got on the life while he was still a police officer and not a survivor into an apocalypse world. This beating was finished quickly. When they killed the last zombie, they leave the area, get back into the van, to the same seats and drives away from there, heading to the next gas station, hoping they will be seeing something lucky here.
"We do not have any luck today." says Raoul to Jon.
"Don't give up, man." says Jon driving the van straight ahead and passed by three zombies' corpses. "This is like hunting. If you haven't taken all the places to search, the hunt would be happy, and you will be starving. And die… You understand it, right?"
"Kind of." responds Raoul.
"Heh." he smiles as he looks at the window-shield, and he see a truck trailer blocking their way. "This is it."
"What do you mean?"
"We have to turn around and search elsewhere. There is no way we can move a trailer like that without a truck, or a big vehicle around us."
"You're right." responds Raoul.
The van turns around and Jon drives forward to the street, he takes a left turn and as he continues to drive, the two group of survivors see three zombies running after a human. Raoul looks worried at that human who is getting very far from their location. He runs as fast as he could from those zombies.
"Should we help him?"
"…Yeah." responds Jon, and he steps with his van on the gas pedal to those zombies.
He drives forward without any hesitation, running these zombies over with the van found yesterday. Jon makes only one of those three zombies flies an over the van, smash the head of one of them, and gets a zombie body pinned down and with his ligaments broken. The survivors jump away from the van as he drives ahead, and he stops at three meters from him.
"Thank you!" yelled the survivor signalling the "Okay" hand gesture.
The van continues to drive forward, as the survivor runs to the closest building. As he got into that building, he smashes the door with his feet. When the door got down, the survivor enters the building. The van driven by Jon continued to move forward, not paying attention to that survivor, dressed with hoodie, jeans and a chirurgical mask.