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Chapter Eight: The New Society

WARNING:

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

Ryan and Jared stood on the dock, their fishing lines cast in the water. Sasha and Devin were sitting on the beach behind them. They had been getting most of their food from fishing in various lakes and rivers. Although, today they hadn't gotten a single bite. They were at a very large lake. It was so big that they couldn't see the other side. "Maybe we need to go further into the water, we need a boat or something." Sasha suggested. Ryan and Jared turned to their right to see a military speedboat laying further down the beach. "Well... that's convenient." Said Devin, following their gaze. They all started walking down the sand, amazed at how lucky they had just gotten. The boat was dark black with white military emblems on each side. It also had two cannons at the front, which presumably shot torpedos. "How the hell did this get here?" Asked Sasha. "Maybe some soldiers came to try to stop the cuckster outbreak." Said Jared. They noticed that there were footprints all over the sand. It looked like the prints came from military grade boots. Suddenly, they heard growling behind them. A cuckster wearing full camouflage, including a camouflage helmet, emerged from the boat. Then another. Then another. "Shit!" Ryan exclaimed. Before they knew it, there were at least a dozen dead soldiers walking toward them, growling and snarling. "Untie my fucking shit!" Devin yelled, turning and showing his restraints to Ryan. "Fuck! Fine!" Ryan said, cutting the ropes with his knife. "Oh boy, it's rough time." Devin said epicly. "Why do you say that so fucking much?" Jared asked, annoyed. "Because... it's... pog!" Devin shouted, grabbing a rock off of the ground and smashing it over a cuckster's head. The cuckster's brains splattered all over the side of the boat. Ryan and Jared began stabbing the cuckster's one by one. "Sasha! Get the boat started! We'll hold them off!" Ryan shouted to her. Sasha hopped into the front of the boat. The key was in the ignition. She turned it but nothing happened. "It's not working!" Sasha screamed. "Pull the throttle!" Jared yelled back. Devin grabbed a cuckster and slammed it's head against the back of the boat. Sasha pulled the throttle as hard as she could. "It's stuck!" She shouted. Then, one of the cuckster's climbed onto the boat. It began walking toward Sasha. She was struggling so hard to pull the throttle that she didn't even notice. Ryan stabbed a cuckster through the base of it's skull. Jared stabbed one through the eye socket. Devin continued to beat them with a rock. Sasha kept pulling the throttle until it finally budged. "I got it!" She announced, excited. All of a sudden, a cuckster grabbed her from behind. She screamed. Then, there was a loud bang. The cuckster fell to the ground. Everyone looked over at Devin who was pointing a pistol at where the cuckster was. "Where the fuck did you get that?!" Ryan yelled. "They're soldiers! They have guns!" Devin explained. He turned and started shooting at the remaining cucksters. "C'mon! Get on the boat!" Sasha shouted. They pushed the boat into the water and climbed on. The propellers at the back spun with incredible speed. "Phew. That was close." Jared said, wiping sweat from his forehead. Suddenly, a cuckster peeked his head out up from the back of the boat. It was hanging on, gliding behind it. "What the-" Jared started. The cuckster's legs got caught in the propellers and were torn off in an explosion of blood. It crawled onto the boat, it's intestine's hanging out of the bottom of it's stomach. Ryan stomped on it's head, crushing it beneath his foot. "Damn. Those propellers are sharp. Don't stick your hand in that thing." Ryan joked. "Where should we go?" Asked Sasha, still sitting in the driver's seat. Ryan dumped the cuckster corpse off the side of the boat. "I don't know. I guess..." He was about to say something, when everyone went silent. They all heard it. There was an engine in the distance. It was getting louder. They turned to see another, much bigger, boat heading straight for them.

Kiefer, Emily, Halle, and Hope all walked down the road. They had decided to just pick any direction and begin walking. "We're never gonna find a place as nice as Cuckluck Acres. Ughhhhhh." Hope whined. "You don't know that. The next Cuckluck Acres could be right around the corner." Kiefer said. He was trying to be optimistic, but he was really just trying to get Hope to shut the fuck up. "I don't care where we wind up, I'm happy as long as I'm with my Kiefy." Emily said, hugging Kiefer and smiling. "And I'm happy as long as you never say that again." Halle joked. Well, she said it like it was a joke, but it was absolutely not a fucking joke. Everyone laughed anyway. "I love you guys." Kiefer said. "I wouldn't be here without you. Except maybe you, Hope." He added.