Friends or Foes? (3)

Lynn had offered Tyson and Sam if they wanted to take a bath first. He would go first to pick up some wood. Tyson said, had agreed, but Sam said that it would not make sense to take a bath to just get sweaty again.

"We are just wasting our resources!"

"But… Sam, I hate how I smell right now!"

"No! I'm going to start foraging for food, you can help Lynn gather wood."

Tyson had wanted to continue protesting, but Sam gave him a death glare, that even Lynn feared.

"Are you sure you know your way back?" Maybe it was fate that brought the three of them together, or maybe it was just pure luck and coincidence. But since they were allies now, Lynn would not let Sam get lost in the forest.

"Don't worry about me. I'm not going far away from the trail, and if there are any zombies then…" Sam smiled savagely while swinging her bat.

This made Tyson and Lynn retreat a little more.

"Do you have anything I can put in the food I forage, Lynn? I don't think I can hold much of it with just one hand."

"Wait here for a sec." Lynn then slowly retreated to the house, his eyes always following Sam's as if she was a wild animal about to attack him.

Sam rolled her eyes again. She just could not believe how ridiculous boys could be.

Lynn went to the kitchen and found a stainless-steel bowl big enough for Sam to carry with ease. He then came out of the cabin again and extended his hand to hand the bowl to her.

"He… Here…" Sam was about to really hit Lynn just for him to know what violence really was. He was treating her as if he had been the one being kicked in the shin. Not even Tyson was that scared of her, and Tyson had bit hit twice already.

"Thanks," Sam tried to smile, which came out more like a gangster threatening smile instead of a cute girly thank-you smile.

Lynn gulped.

Sam sighed and grabbed the bowl. She really could not understand boys. It was as if men were divided into two categories, scumbags or weaklings. Clearly, Lynn and Tyson fell in the latter. Her father, her ex-boyfriend, and those gangsters she had encountered when the apocalypse started were the firsts.

Sam then waved goodbye as one of her arms carried the bat and the bowl. She quickly disappeared back again into the dark forest.

"Hey, Lynn, there's no need to be so scared of Sam. I know that deep inside her small heart, she won't harm us." Tyson hung his big arms around Lynn's shoulder.

"How can you say that when she just kicked you in the shin TWICE?!"

Tyson shrugged, "People often say that sometimes I come out as a bit of an airhead."

"Hahaha… well that's sort of true. Come, let me find another axe for you, so we finish this fast."

Lynn then went to the shed as Tyson followed behind him. The sun was already shining bright, and they could begin feeling the heat of the rays.

"Why do you have a big hole in the backyard? What's that nasty black thing inside there?" Tyson peeked.

"Um… rest of zombies?" Lynn came out with another axe in his hand.

"Wait… you encountered a zombie and kill it all alone and dragged its corpse to burn?!"

Lynn wanted to say that he had a little of helped, but Tyson was like a child who had just met his superhero in real life and was all hyped up, "That's so cool! I knew it was a good decision to be friends with you!"

"Friends?" Lynn was foreign with that word. He normally did not have friends. He just had people who sporadically asked him for favors. After a few years, Lynn got tired of it all, and just cut ties will all of them. He just went on dating sites from time to time, and well, the rest is already known.

"Um… aren't we going a bit too fast to be calling ourselves friends?"

"Hm… true… then, we just need to know each other! We can talk while we pick up wood!" Tyson said as he grabbed the extra axe from Lynn, and patted him in the back, as he continued babbling the whole time.

"So, you already know I'm Tyson Archford. I'm twenty-four years old, recently finished my degree in business management in Australia. Came to London as a graduation trip and ended up in this apocalypse."

"Wait… aren't your parents worried for you?"

Tyson shrugged, "They passed away a long time ago with my little sister. I was just left with a huge amount of money, which isn't of any use right now. Also, I think the lawyer who was managing my money got eaten by zombies."

"Why would you think that?" Lynn was trying to axe down a small tree.

"Well, I was in my hotel room when all of this happened and I was in a call with him, the call got cut immediately after I heard him scream. I did try calling back, but no one answered."

"Weren't you scared?" Lynn handed Tyson the logs.

"Not really, I packed what I thought was essential on this backpack and went running down the stairs to reach outside."

"And how did you met Sam?"

"Coincidence. While running for my life, I found a group of gangsters surrounding the minion. I went to help her, but before the gangsters were going to beat the hell out of me, zombies came in our direction. The gangsters went running for their lives, and Sam beat the brains out of those zombies."

"Well… That's a pretty interesting backstory."