บท 42: You Know, There's More
Trevor and his friend had basically bathed in the freshwater that we had at the school. In our science projects, we created fresh water and stored them in barrels, and then used custom filters to filter it into other barrels. It was a renewable process and easily replaceable thanks to the rain in the summer. Come wintertime, we'll have to boil the water and melt it to drink it.
After Trevor and his friend spent enough time in the water, glorifying the apparently rare commodity that it was, they went back to their truck that Dad and I were investigating.
"Dad... bullet holes, right there," I pointed near the end of the truck, right by the tires. Whoever had encountered Trevor before must've had quite the dilemma with him...
"Remember, this could've been a looted truck too. It's not necessarily from Trevor himself," Dad told me. He had the optimism that Niko used to have before we locked him up for his crimes. I hadn't spoken to him very often since then, but it was nice to see a fragment of him still inside of us.
"It's still scary that bullets were flying regardless..." I lightly added. I shuddered at the thought of being shot again, so I decided to stop thinking about it and move on.
The truck was in great shape. For a white and grey semi-truck, it appeared to be in very clean condition, like both Trevor and his friend lived in it. That wasn't the case because they said they were set up at the middle school, so they must have their own prosperous community.
"Did you guys head for the middle school right off the bat? How did you get there?" Dad asked Trevor. While talking to Trevor, Dad noticed that he was shaking his head back and forth and slicking his hair back to get the water out of his face. Trevor wasn't necessarily dirty, but I'm sure his hair had seen better days.
"Not really, we went to a frozen-food shipping company first thing. We gathered as much as we could, got a freezer for us, and then a solar generator and attachments so we could store it outside. You know, we're pretty lucky that nobody followed our plan, and we got this truck," Trevor explained to Dad and me. He kept a smile on his face, looking at the white truck and slapping the side of it to glorify it. With a hearty smile, he pointed to the bullet holes in the truck.
"We weren't lucky in the sense that other people wanted our stuff when they find out what we have. Frozen food, as sustainable as it is, is a pretty valuable thing nowadays. Everything in freezers has melted beyond repair, and it's going to start to produce a whole lot of mold in homes. We traveled all across Ohio in the beginning, looting freezers for all kinds of things when the power was still on," Trevor explained to us. Since Dad and the others, including me, all lived at the Elementary School, we didn't have a time lapse for things like when the power went out, or even if the water stopped flowing into pipes.
"Wow, that's interesting to think about... we've been here since the start, and we've had the solar panels on the roof, so we don't have to worry about no power or fresh water or anything. I aimed for this specifically because I knew all about the electrical grid it had on its own. I thought most schools had that now, but I must've been wrong," Dad admitted to Trevor. He was baffled to hear about our lucky success, well, supposedly lucky. Dad had planned for this location, even though I never knew it. People showed up with the same idea, and now, we have a little community.
"Oh yeah, most plants and stuff like that have been shut down for about two months now. It seems they've given up on the people in the country, and are just focusing on that Capital Civilization. I'm sure you've heard of that, right?" Trevor asked Dad. He pulled out a notepad from the pocket on his shirt and handed it over to Dad with a little bit of writing on it.
"No, I haven't heard of it. We've been closed off from the outside world, only getting a few visitors every once in a while. That's what we thought you were, when Leon saw you outside the gate, we all came to open it for you. So, you said you were going somewhere else, but happened upon us. Where were you going?" Dad asked Trevor. I could even tell he was trying to learn more about the area from Trevor, I wasn't perceptive enough to understand why though.
"Gosh, everywhere. In this zombie show I used to watch, all humans died out relatively fast. And I mean, a lot of people are dead, but not as many as you'd think. Most humans are in groups somewhere, by grocery stores that are more modern, like Jelio down the road. That place is really, really modern, and it's connected to a separate power grid that they've been able to restart. We go there for non-perishables and other materials, but since we know about you guys now, we'll mark you down in our map for trading," Trevor said. He pulled out another page of his notepad and marked a little scribble on it. I couldn't see it until he showed it off to us.
I'm sure that both Dad and I instantly treaded our eyes over to a high school drawn on the map, with a big 'V' over it. To me, it just notified me that Trevor knew who was at the high school, and it didn't go deeper. To Dad, this became a fact that Trevor interacted with somebody from the high school, and probably marked it for a reason like that. Vincent was still a danger, even to this day.
"I wanted to talk about one thing that's been bothering me... you see, we've gotten some visitors from around, heeding warnings about that guy at that high school. The 'V'. Do you know him?" Dad asked Trevor. Trevor put away his map and looked toward his friend before speaking again.
"We know about it. We do our best to stay out of his way too. He, his daughter, and this little bastard that always stuck by her side. Those were three violent people. Vincent has an iron grip over the high school, and we've been there once. They just looked like normal people, not of a dangerous standing like that guy... we avoid him now," Trevor shortly said. I couldn't tell if he was lying or not, but the sincerity in his voice told me that he was being honest about it.
"That bastard... could his name have been Korin?" I asked out loud. Dad bumped my shoulder, trying to get me to stop saying anything else, but Trevor's eyes lit up when I said the name.
"Korin! That's it! Oh man, that little kid is a character! He killed my friend's brother here while we were trying to recruit him one day," Trevor confessed. He pointed back at his friend while explaining, and Dad started to think.
I didn't know what they were thinking about, but the information was plain, right in front of me. Korin confessed to killing somebody to save his Mom from death after his sister was killed, but Trevor said they were trying to recruit them. I think it's very possible that he misinterpreted the scenario and killed a guy unprovoked, as he unhinged near the end of his life and tried to kill me as well. It's such a shame he was so lost in a fantasy world that he couldn't deal with reality.
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