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Chapter Five: The Bug

WARNING:

THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXTREME VIOLENCE, GORE, SEXUAL CONTENT, DRUG ABUSE, AND LANGUAGE. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

Tyson had been living on the road for nearly two weeks now. He never stayed in one place unless he was going to sleep. He spent everyday just walking. Walking in a random direction, hoping to find something. He eventually came across a small town. He had passed by a few, but hadn't done much scavenging. He was hungry, dehydrated, and dying of heat. He decided to stop for a little while. He went into the convenience store and saw that it had already been looted. There wasn't a scrap of food or a drop of water left. "Of fucking course." He grumbled. He walked back outside. Suddenly, he heard screaming and growling from the department store across the street. He ran into the building and saw a skinny man trying to fight off a couple of cucksters. He didn't appear to have a weapon, and was just pushing them away with his hands. Tyson pulled out his knife and stabbed both of the cucksters through their eye sockets. "Heh, thanks." The man said, out of breath. Tyson nodded, put the knife back in his belt, and began to walk away. "Wait! Where are you going?" The man called after him. "Wherever the road takes me." Tyson answered vaguely. "Well, you look like you haven't eaten in days. C'mon, sit down for a minute, I have some food in my pack." Said the man, grabbing his backpack off of his back. Tyson hesitantly sat down on the bench next to the man. He handed Tyson a can of chilli. Tyson immediately started scarfing it down. "I'm Elliot." The man greeted him. Tyson didn't respond, he just kept chomping that chilli. "Where are you from?" Elliot asked. "Why does it matter?" Asked Tyson bluntly. "I don't know... it doesn't, I guess." Elliot responded awkwardly. Just then, a big German Shepherd came running towards them. "There you are, boy!" Elliot greeted the dog. He began petting and hugging it. "Thanks for the chilli." Tyson said, standing up. Suddenly, the dog ran over to him and began head butting his legs. "It seems Squamly has taken a liking to you." Said Elliot. "Yeah." Tyson said "Well, I best be on my way." Elliot put a hand on his shoulder. "Wait, you can't just leave. You'll starve out there." Elliot told him. "Well, I'm not staying here." Said Tyson. "Then let me come with you." Said Elliot "I've been on the road for a long time too. I have food, water, first aid supplies. You need me as much as I need you." Tyson looked at him. "Why the hell do you need me?" He asked. "Well, as you may have noticed, I'm not exactly the best fighter. I've been surviving by avoiding cucksters altogether, but sometimes I can't do that. You obviously can." Elliot explained. "Fine. You and your dog can tag along with me." Said Tyson reluctantly. "Thank you. I promise we won't get in the way." Elliot said. The two boys, and their dog Squamly, began heading down the long road ahead of them.

Kiefer stared into the campfire. He was sitting on a log in a clearing of a forest, eating a can of soup. "This sucks." Said Emily. Kiefer looked over to her. "We need to find a good place to stay. We can't just live in the forest forever." She said. "But where can we do that? I don't think we're ever gonna find another Cuckluck Acres." Said Halle. "Ugh, this is such bullshit!" Hope complained "We built such a great life there and those stupid fucking cultist fucks destroyed it!" Kiefer stood up, he looked nervous. "Emily, can you come over here for a second?" He asked in a shaky tone. Emily got up and the two of them went into the trees. "What's up?" She asked. Suddenly, Kiefer leaned forward and kissed her. She pulled back immediately. "Woah. What do you mean?" She asked, confused. Kiefer looked embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I've just been in like with you for a really long time. I just needed you to know that." He said. "Well, I can't blame you. I am very hot." Emily joked. Kiefer chuckled awkwardly. Then, Emily put a hand on his face and began kissing him.

Kiefer woke up, laying in his sleeping bag. Emily was laying across the campfire from him. He remembered what had happened last night and a smile crossed his face. He got up and started rummaging through his bag to see what they had for breakfast. But to his surprise, the bag was practically empty. "Shit fuck." He mumbled. "What's wrong?" Asked Halle, stretching as she got out of her sleeping bag. "We're almost out of food." He said. "Should we go hunting?" Asked Hope, who Kiefer didn't even realize was awake because he was so busy staring at Emily. "We don't have nearly enough ammunition for that." Kiefer responded. "I guess we could go on a supply run, look for canned goods." Halle suggested. Kiefer sighed in frustration. "I'm so tired of this shit." He said angrily. "What shit?" Asked Hope. "This. All of this. The fact that we're practically fucking starving, and the only way we can get food is to hunt with the fucking two fucking rounds of ammunition we have left, or search some fucking cuckster infested building in hopes of finding a can of beans or whatever the fuck. All because some fucking piece of shit cult had to come along and destroy every fucking thing we worked so fucking hard to get." Kiefer said, raising his voice. "I might have an idea." Said Emily, who had been woken up by Kiefer's rant. "What is it?" Halle asked. "The farm. Leah, Jasmine, and I used to live on a farm with a couple other girls. If we can find it, we could grow crops and settle down in one location again." She explained. "That sounds a hell of a lot better than this. Let's go." Said Kiefer, standing up and collecting his things. "What? Now?" Asked Emily. "Yeah, why not?" Kiefer responded. Emily smiled. She walked over to him and kissed him. Hope gagged in disgust. "Maybe Leah will have had the same idea as you. Maybe she'll go there with the others." Halle said optimistically. "Yeah, if the others are even alive." Said Hope, to no one in particular. She was just trying to be a bitch. "Maybe you could see your brother again." Emily said to Kiefer. "You think he's alive?" Asked Hope. "Yes. I don't know where he is or if I'll ever see him again. But he's alive. This is gonna sound really gay, but Tyson is the toughest motherfucker I've ever met." Said Kiefer. "Wow, that did sound really gay." Emily said, kissing him again.