Without waiting for Wan, you exit the truck. There were only a few biters straggling about the streets and would be easy enough to ignore. You pull your trusty hammer out as you make your way to the doors of the restaurant whilst striking a lone biter in the temple before it had an opportunity to even lunge. It dropped like a sack of potatoes making a somewhat loud thud as it hit the ground. Standing in front of the doors you contemplate breaking in, but figured these people might not be so forgiving if they have a shotgun. Instead you knock loudly.
"Anybody in there?"
"Go away, you can't come in, this is our hideout." A younger sounding girl replies.
The sound of scuffling and shoving can be heard. "What do you want?"
"You can't stay in there, it wont be safe much longer. Trust me and come with us."
You can hear the people inside discussing something for a moment. It's dark inside and the glass on the doors is glazed white making it hard to see, but you can make out a silhouette of somebody inside. You begin to look around and make sure things outside are still safe when you notice the biters begin grouping and moving towards you.
"Quickly now, we haven't much time!"
"Are you armed?" This time it sounded like a younger boy.
You nod, but realizing he can't see you nodding you reply, "I've got a hammer and a truck. Are you coming?"
You can hear the door click open. Two school children, probably in their late teens emerge. One a girl in a green and maroon plaid skirt, with a white button up blouse with a maroon vest complete with the schools insignia on it and a boy with green slacks and a white button up shirt. They look absolutely petrified to be outside.
"Hurry and get in the truck, I'm going inside to get some food."
"Don't bother," the boy responded, "there isn't anything left. Rioters took what they could."
You follow the two kids back to the truck and let they climb into the back seat while you climb back into the passenger seat. Wan doesn't hesitate to start driving again and you're on your way again.
"What are your names?" You ask the kids.
The older boy with the eye bandage replied first, "I'm Howard."
The girl nudged him in the ribs, "I told you not to use our real names anymore. Call me Sublime!"
That forces a bit of a smile on your face but it doesn't last. Ahead in the middle of the intersection is a massive pile up of smoldering vehicles and other debris such as park benches and tables. Apparently a massive blockade created, probably by looters or the police to possibly quarantine the effects of the sickness. You realize the truck wont make it over, and that limits your possible choices.
Now Choose:
3 Votes A) Proceed on foot, you can always climb over the large blockade.
2 Votes B) Back the truck up and find a different way.