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    Meanwhile in King''s Michael High School, on the football terrain, a few several camps and beds have been made for the survivors of this high school ground. There are around seventeen camps for survivors, one big camp for the commanders and soldiers, one for supplying food and weapons. From the big camp, leaves a survivor, the teenager named Andra, has left the big camp. She has finished her interview with the commanders and soldiers, and now she is heading to the campfire, where the soldier named Petre, is sitting on a plastic chair and checks his backpack.


    "You''re going somewhere?" asks Andra to Petre.


    "Yes." says Petre. "I am going to Valea Ia?ului."


    "To where is the community?"


    "For what?"


    "That village. Is my home. I gotta go in there and protect my home."


    "I understand."


    "Won''t you come?"


    "Don''t know." says Andra. "I want to stay here for a while more."


    "I see. How was the interview?"


    "Went well."


    "Great to hear." says Petre as he puts a small box of ammo into the bag.


    "Well…" says Andra and looks in other direction, she sees Viktor siting in one of the green benches of the high school grounds, then he looks at Petre who is packing up essential supplies for his trip to his home village. "Good luck out there."


    "Thanks." says Petre looking at Andra. "I will need it."


    Andra takes her goodbyes from Petre, that has almost finished his packing up essential and weapons for his trip to Community.


    To get there, Petre will just ask the army for a working car. He has the guns and a hunting knife, which hare essentially tools to destroy the heads of these things. He managed to acquire a vehicle, a Dacia 1310 that barely works, but Petre accepted this type of car since it is the only one who won''t be used by the soldiers or the survivors of this safe zone.


    While Andra walks toward Viktor, there are a few soldiers who were walking on her direction, they were talking about something. They avoided Andra from crashing, and continued their walking to one of the tents of this camp. Andra approaches where Viktor is sitting, she is looking at him, but before she could greet him, Viktor said.


    "Hello."


    "Hi." says Andra to Viktor. "How are you?"


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    "Good. You?"


    "Good."


    "Good…"


    "So. Have you slept well?"


    "Looks like it is going to rain." says Viktor looking at the grey looking clouds on the sky.


    "Yes." says Andra having a look at the sky, then she sits next to Viktor. "Have you meet anyone else? I mean, person from before all of this happened?"


    "I''ve seen some of my classmates." says Viktor looking at Andra. "A few of them… I think they were Roman, Tanya, Rebeca, Raluca, George, Ana, Tina… Saw their corpses in a pub, on this city, while I was going on a run with one of the survivors from the school."


    "That''s awful…"


    "But I heard a few others have managed to escape from Curtea de Arges. Heard he was thinking of going to Greece, on a dock or somewhere there."


    "By himself?"


    "He had a group. You probably know Elena, right? She was the one who was going on there."


    "Elena? The girl who people used to call "Four eyes" in middle school and make fun of her short stature?"


    "Yes, her. She radically changed on this apocalypse."


    "She just accepted it. Like all of us." says Andra looking at the tenets of this camp.


    She sees a lot of soldiers who are patrolling, sitting on crates or on improvised chairs, preparing their weapons, others are transporting supplies to medical tents, and some are just relaxing by drinking beer or smoking. There are also a few survivors from yesterday who were barricaded inside of the main high school, who are outside, and are helping the soldiers carrying the corpses of humans and zombies into a pile where they will be burned. They are all wearing special suits, like those reactive types that are used in nuclear reactors.


    "You know what I miss about the past? The internet." says Viktor trying to start a new topic into this silence.


    "Me too…" says Andra. "I miss the internet as much as everybody does."


    "Our only way to communicate with anyone."


    "Yes." says Andra sounding sad by this.


    Back then, Andra has run a few social media apps, she did not have many friends, no over thousands or hundreds like any normal teenagers, she was having enough to talk with them every day to not feel alone and sad. All the talk topics she could remember after days of this apocalypse were mostly about memes, comic books, movies and TV shows. They were pointless but it made her feel happy and not alone.


    "So, none of your parents survived?" asks Andra to Viktor.


    "Yes." says Viktor who had the time to adjust by this fact.


    "Mine neither." says Andra.


    "Hey!" says a soldier who is coming over to the bench of Viktor and Andra. "Kids! I need your help!"


    "What is it?" asks Viktor at the soldier.


    The soldier is a Romanian looking one, wearing an average soldier uniform, with "The Organization" logo name on the right side of the chest, having a shotgun on his hands, and looking to be in his mid-40''s. That soldier is one of the ones who have helped yesterday on freeing the people barricaded on the high school main building.


    "We want to go on a run." says the soldier, who is easy tilting his head to his two other colleagues, who are at the main high school stairs, waiting for the soldier to come over and lead them outside. "We are not familiar with this zone, and we thought you could help us on this mission."


    "Well…" says Andra raising from her seat, and looking at the soldier. "What are you thinking?"


    "Andra?" asks Viktor.


    "What?" asks Andra with a smile. "I am feeling a little bored. And I want to go out there, to see what we can find."


    "We need clothes." says the soldier to Andra.


    "Clothes?" asks Andra surprised. "That is all?"


    "Well… Yeah. Because those clothes will be shipped to Valea Ia?ului. We need clothes that can withstand the harsh cold temperature that will come upon us."


    "I understand." responds Andra. "I know a few stores that do have some of these types of clothes."


    "That''s great to hear." says the soldier. "Go to the armoury tent. Grab a handgun and a sharp weapon. You''ll need it."


    "Yes, sir." says Andra who is going to the tent, then she is followed by Viktor who looks like he wants to tag along onto this mission.