needed to contact my friends. It's not even
your
Wifi."
Dennis stood between them, arms flapping like he was treading water. "Let's calm down shall we? I'm sure that we can sort this out."
"He's probably contacted his friends, they could be on their way to kill us right now! We need to get out of here."
Luke was surprised by Helen's willingness to retreat so quickly. She had seemed so confrontational until now that her eagerness to avoid conflict was startling. "I've called my friends, but they're not going to hurt you."
Helen ignored Luke and looked straight at Dennis, "We need to go. Now!"
"Your friends?" Asked Dennis. "Are they coming here?"
Luke nodded.
"I'd like to talk with them but maybe now isn't an ideal time. I think we're all a little too excited." He took the axe off Scott and gave it to Luke.
Helen instantly protested, "What are you doing? That's ours, what if he attacks us?"
Dennis spoke to Luke without acknowledging her, "Take this incase you have any guests before your friends turn up. We'll be here again tomorrow, say midday. Do you and your friends have a leader?"
"Not one person, we have a kind of collection of leaders. Well, there is one person who's more of a leader than the others but he doesn't really like being called
the
leader."
"That's fine, bring one or two people and we'll stick to the three of us. We don't want things feeling crowded in here."
"Are there more of you?" Asked Luke.
"We can discuss everything tomorrow including coming to some arrangement about sharing Internet access around here. For now we'll leave you to meet up with your friends."
Helen made an audible sigh as she returned to the Notebook, closing it and placing it behind the main workstation. She made no effort to hide the fact that she didn't agree with how things had just gone.
After a few seconds thought, Luke nodded. "Okay. I'll explain you guys want to talk and come back tomorrow. We're trying to build a community, maybe we can help each other out?"
The four of them headed out of the building. Dennis and Luke walked in front of Scott and Helen, an uneasy combination of tension and the relief of reaching an agreement accompanied them. As they strode out of the doorway they were instantly met by two cars, each with a person stood on either side.
Dennis, Helen and Scott froze at the sight of the people confronting them. The two men who were obviously the drivers stood behind their open doors. They were dressed in jeans and long sleeved tops, quite young, not much different than what you would expect from a pre-apocalypse era. However, the other two figures carried a presence that commanded intimidation. They wore what looked like a custom riot gear; Boots and thick overalls interspersed with thick plastic armour comprised of knee pads, shin pads, elbow pads, body armour, forearm reinforcement, reinforced gloves and helmets with visors. It was hard to tell if the figures were male or female, but the gear they wore made them look substantially bigger than the average person.
The drivers stood with guns pointed towards the building, one shotgun and one rifle, whilst one of the larger figures carried a spear with two equally sharp ends and the other had two machetes.
Without hesitation, Luke gave the axe he was carrying back to Dennis and strode up to one of the drivers. "Guys, it's fine. They're okay. Weapons down. It's all good, it's all retro."
At this, the drivers lowered their weapons and the two larger figures visibly relaxed. The figure with the spear stabbed it into the ground so it stood on its own and removed their helmet. The man who revealed himself was in his mid-thirties, his face was red and sweaty and his hair was stuck to his head. It looked like he had been wearing the suit for a while. He looked concerned. "Retro?"
"Retro." Responded Luke. He addressed Dennis and the others, "This is Mark, he's in charge of the scavenger teams. When the alarm went off I got in the vent and used my mobile to
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