“Ready?” DJ said sounding nervous as he looked up from what looked like a cruelly drawn map.
Two days went by uneventfully. An eerie quietness and stillness had fallen over the house. Grace’s unimaginable death had affected us all. All of us grieving in our own little ways. I truly wrestled with the decision of leaving the house with everyone being in such a state, but I knew DJ needed me for our latest supply run. His mysterious friends were willing to trade for supplies and gas if we could produce some scrap metal, but to get such a thing we would have to visit the junkyard. A dangerous junkyard full of walkers according to Vince.
