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Chapter Six: Eighteen Twelve

WARNING:

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

Kiefer and Emily were filling up their backpacks with as much supplies as they could carry. "I used to drive through this area with my daddy. I think the farm is about eight miles West of here. If we aren't back in two days, come for us." Emily told Halle and Hope. They were tasked with guarding the camp while Kiefer and Emily went to find the farm. "If the farm is safe, we'll come back and get you." Kiefer added. He and Emily grabbed their backpacks and headed out.

"Alright, first we need to get a car." Emily said, stepping onto the road. There were a few empty cars scattered around. "So, are we gonna talk about last night?" Kiefer asked. "What is there to talk about?" Asked Emily casually. "I don't know. I mean, are we dating now? Or was that just a friendly kiss?" Kiefer asked her. "Oh, Kiefer. You silly dumbass. Of course we're dating." She said. Kiefer smiled and blushed. "That's cool." He said in a very cool tone. "So... should we have sex or what?" Asked Emily. Kiefer felt his heart sink into his stomach. His face got as red as a dead redemption. "I'm just joshing!" Emily said playfully. "Oh, um... lol!" Kiefer said awkwardly. He was lucky he didn't have a gun on him, because he would've shot himself in the head for saying lol out loud.

"So, do you think they'll actually find this farm?" Asked Hope. She and Halle were sitting across from each other on logs by the campfire. "I don't know. I hope so." Halle responded. "Yeah, well they definitely will not find it, so you're naive." Hope said in a bitchy tone. "Why are you like this?" Halle asked, annoyed. She was drawing patterns in the dirt with a fire poker. "Oh, I don't know. Probably because everybody is an optimistic dumbass pretending the world is all unicorns and fucking rainbows. Well it's not! It's fucking shit! It's always been shit, even before the fucking apocalypse!" Hope screamed. Halle looked concerned. "That's true. But there were good things in the world. There still are." She said inspirationally. "What good things were there before? Drugs? Rape? Murder?" Hope asked angrily. Halle didn't know what to say. "And worst of all was the TV show Friends." Hope added. Suddenly, Halle's face got red with anger. She threw the fire poker on the ground, stood up, grabbed Hope, and slapped her across the face. "Never insult Friends! And stop being such a bitch!" Halle yelled at her. Hope grabbed her and jumped on top of her. They stumbled backwards into the campfire. Halle's head was dangling above the flames. She screamed as Hope pushed her closer and closer to the fire.

"I think this one works!" Emily shouted, turning the key in the ignition of one of the cars. "Hell yeah!" Kiefer exclaimed. He got in the passenger seat and they began driving toward the farm. "Are you sure it's this way?" Kiefer asked. "I'm pretty sure. I sorta recognize the area." She told him. "That's good. I would hate to-" Kiefer started to say something, but was cut off when a cuckster emerged from the back seat and grabbed him by the shoulders. The cuckster growled and gargled. Kiefer shrieked in fear. Emily swiftly pulled out her knife and stabbed it in the head. Kiefer breathed heavily and tried to not look like a pussy in front of his new girlfriend. She stopped the car. "Shit. You okay?" She asked. He clutched his heart. "Yuh. I'm good." He lied. She stopped the car.

Halle struggled as much as she could. The back of her head was burning up. "Stop! Stop!" She pleaded. Then, she felt the fire catch onto her hair. "Die bitch!" Hope yelled. Halle reached behind her and grabbed the fire poker she was playing with. She raised it above her head and stabbed Hope in the leg. Hope cried out in pain and released her grasp on Halle. Halle quickly ran into the forest and grabbed a clump of grass which she used to pat the fire off of her hair. Hope screamed in pain as she pulled the fire poker out of her leg. "Fuck you!" She screeched. "You're lucky that fire poker wasn't in your neck." Halle threatened her.