It's Nothing
chapter 2
“Well I don’t know what to do you’re always the one talking about the fucking zombie apocalypse you do something” I yelled at Chance while we were boarding up the windows so none got in.
“Those were just what I saw in the movies I wasn’t expecting it to happen in real life, smart one” Chance yelled back after finishing up on the window he was boarding up.
“Well the facts had to of come from somewhere we need to find something to defend ourselves, because I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to die before I grow my old man beard I was planning on” I said as I ran up my stairs followed by Chance.
“It’s not my fault you have a baby face” He said as we reached our tool closet because my dad only used the garage for his Porche. I swung the door open.
“I might not when I’m 67” I retorted as I pulled out a wrench.
“hehe 69” chance chuckled behind me.
“god you’re a twelve year old” I muttered.
“And what would we use the wrench for? Just twist them to death? We need like guns or something” Chance said.
I turned around to face him “And how the hell would we get guns during a zombie apocalypse when I’m a skinny white boy that wears makeup and you’re about as threatening as a squirrel?” I asked.
“Well you’re only wearing eyeliner from yesterday that didn’t wear off yet; yeah I know your habits. And you have a really deep voice so it could work” Chance pouted.
“Wait where are we going to find a guy that’s going to give us guns?” I asked.
“My dad” he said smugly.
“WELL WHY DIDN’T YOU JUST TELL ME THAT?!?!” I yelled thinking about the time we had wasted, he just shrugged.
“how are we going to get there without getting eaten or turned into one?” He asked.
“we’ll hit them over the head with a wrench” I said with a smirk as I held up the wrench “and I have a baseball bat, and for fucks sake you have a car!”
“oh yeah” and with that we ran down the stairs picking up my baseball bat from my bedroom along with my old hockey stick. We ran outside where it was scarily quiet. Holding up our weapons we made our way to Chance’s car after inspecting it we sped off to his house.
We got there and looked around to when we heard a dragging sound. I slowly turned around to see about five zombies coming towards us blocking the door to chance’s house. Shit.
I didn’t know what to do so I did the rational thing and started swinging my hockey stick, I hit several of them over the head and they died which left two left, Chance did something a little unexpected and went all ninja like, swinging the bat and killing the remaining zombies. We looked at each other out of breath.
“Well uh, let’s go get the guns” I coughed and we walked into Chance’s house.
“Those were just what I saw in the movies I wasn’t expecting it to happen in real life, smart one” Chance yelled back after finishing up on the window he was boarding up.
“Well the facts had to of come from somewhere we need to find something to defend ourselves, because I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to die before I grow my old man beard I was planning on” I said as I ran up my stairs followed by Chance.
“It’s not my fault you have a baby face” He said as we reached our tool closet because my dad only used the garage for his Porche. I swung the door open.
“I might not when I’m 67” I retorted as I pulled out a wrench.
“hehe 69” chance chuckled behind me.
“god you’re a twelve year old” I muttered.
“And what would we use the wrench for? Just twist them to death? We need like guns or something” Chance said.
I turned around to face him “And how the hell would we get guns during a zombie apocalypse when I’m a skinny white boy that wears makeup and you’re about as threatening as a squirrel?” I asked.
“Well you’re only wearing eyeliner from yesterday that didn’t wear off yet; yeah I know your habits. And you have a really deep voice so it could work” Chance pouted.
“Wait where are we going to find a guy that’s going to give us guns?” I asked.
“My dad” he said smugly.
“WELL WHY DIDN’T YOU JUST TELL ME THAT?!?!” I yelled thinking about the time we had wasted, he just shrugged.
“how are we going to get there without getting eaten or turned into one?” He asked.
“we’ll hit them over the head with a wrench” I said with a smirk as I held up the wrench “and I have a baseball bat, and for fucks sake you have a car!”
“oh yeah” and with that we ran down the stairs picking up my baseball bat from my bedroom along with my old hockey stick. We ran outside where it was scarily quiet. Holding up our weapons we made our way to Chance’s car after inspecting it we sped off to his house.
We got there and looked around to when we heard a dragging sound. I slowly turned around to see about five zombies coming towards us blocking the door to chance’s house. Shit.
I didn’t know what to do so I did the rational thing and started swinging my hockey stick, I hit several of them over the head and they died which left two left, Chance did something a little unexpected and went all ninja like, swinging the bat and killing the remaining zombies. We looked at each other out of breath.
“Well uh, let’s go get the guns” I coughed and we walked into Chance’s house.
Notes
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5/27/13