¾ of gas in the truck it was a convoy not a Soviet convoy but a rebel convoy. People rebelling against the soviet army on the truck. Heck Alexis only joined to survive.
So she had left the Soviet army. But she wouldn’t say a word to any other soviet soldier.


The truck was parked. In front of a sand bag barricade it was. The rust green paint on the truck didn’t match the tan bags. Daniel the group leader got out and then several others.
All of them pretending to want to join the Soviet army. A zombie broke through the barricade a scourged zombie.

It was gunned down immediately. Daniel took the body. Then he after walking away a safe distances away from the truck with others including Alexis, He set off a crudely built bomb. It was neatly tied onto the bottom by wires. Alexis fell to the ground due to the impact.

She rolled into an abandoned house nearby. The others had actually walked towards the flames when the bomb went off in an attempt to kill them. Daniel however had actually followed Alexis into this house. Daniel was a nice guy trying to kill the Soviets.
Was it wrong to follow Daniel?

And help him? Was it wrong to join him only for the protection of the weapons he carries? “No” Alexis moaned with the last bit of her strength. Then she fell unconscious.
It was safe though sometimes suicidal people would join Daniel only to kill themselves.


Like the others had. It was morning Alexis had passed out from the impact. Daniel protected her. Although no zombies would come. Several soviets suddenly entered the house.

“Go out the window!”

Daniel handed her a note.

“Why?”

“Just do it and don’t read the note yet”

Obeying Alexis went out the window. She heard gunshots obviously the soviets shooting Daniel. But Alexis crawled into a ditch nearby before Daniel set off a bomb. Finally now that Alexis figured Daniel to be dead she opened the note. It read

“Go to a car a left in Benson Hurst there will be a note in the glove box with further instructions”




She crumpled up the note. The she started to hitch hike her way to Benson Hurst.
Finally a semi carrying survivors showed up it was rescuing people from East New York when it left to drop them off in Brooklyn to join the soviet army.

“A ride to Benson Hurst please”

The driver obese German male opened the passenger door.
Alexis got in. And off the ride went. Suddenly before they left Brooklyn she noticed she got shot in the foot.

Requests
Ride from Brooklyn to Benson Hurst successful
Escaped the place with nothing but a bullet in the foot
Possibly one crude bomb?

PM Sent.
D/L