Chapter 29: Dinner

Tristan:

Slowly walking up to me, Chuck turns around and looks at Lincoln.

"Damn," Chuck says, staring. Like me, he notices the revolver in Lincoln's hand.

"His favorite gun," I say, pushing Chuck aside. Bending down, I pry the revolver from Lincoln's hand. Pushing the clip open, I look inside.

"Careful with that," Chuck says, "There's a reason why that was Lincoln's favorite gun. It may look like just a simple revolver, but that gun had enough power to shoot through a dozen infected."

"That explains Lincoln," I say, putting the clip back. "One bullet is missing."

Chuck and I look back at Lincoln.

"Thanks," I say before clearing my breath. "For everything."

"Likewise," Chuck says. "I mean, you were an ass when we first met, and you were an ass a few hundred times afterward, but still, thanks for everything."

Chuck and I nod our heads and leave. Walking back into the hallway, we see both Rebecca and Bailey standing side-by-side.

"Hey," Rebecca says. "What was that? Is someone