TW: zombies
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Louis and James were swiftly making their way through the old school tunnels. Honestly somewhat frightened. It was silent. Far too silent, even fully well knowing the two of their friends were causing a scene. James was in the front, his knuckles turning white as he clenched on tightly to the javelin. Louis had the spare phone camera flashlight on in order to guide the way. The two were ever so silent, constantly listening out for any of the familiar noises they had heard when they were being chased across the field.
So far. Nothing.
James soon saw the hatch that led into the lair and poked it open. Quickly scanning the room from the small slit he made. Shutting the hat immediately.
"Yep, Brandon ain't looking too good." He commented, glancing at Louis.
Louis switched of the flashlight phone. "As in not his usual Wolfe pack-self?" He questioned. "Any sign of Price?"
James rolled his eyes simply and once again lifted the hatch back up and scanned the room, noticing some awfully familiar keyrings. "Well I can see his keyrings." He whispered quietly. "Doesn't seem to be a zombie version of him in here."
Louis went to stand next to him and looked around as well. "I recall boss saying that Barry was around the area of the lair. The drama curtain, right?"
"Hah, well that's great." James sarcastically sighed. "The drama curtains past that door." He pointed at the door, which wasn't too far away, but considering what was in the room, it looked like a few miles away.
"I'm well aware of that." Louis glanced at Brandon. Drenched in blood, stumbling, grumbling. Looked slow. He now had a limp, hopefully meaning that if they took a run like that, they would have enough time to open the door, get through it and run to the next area and once again shut it. "But I think we'll be fine."
"Uh, Louis, what are you planning on-" James could only watch in horror as Louis took of the hatch covered and pulled himself up. "Louis-" He whisper shouted as he grabbed hold of the bottom of Louis' cloak.
Louis gave him a reassuring look and took his cape outta of James' hand. Immediately he focused back on Brandon. Seeing the beanbag chairs in-between them, Brandon's back to them. Louis shuffled quietly towards the door. Hoping. Just hoping that the floors wouldn't creak. Hesitantly watching from the tunnel hatch, James quickly hoisted himself up as well and kept his javelin pointed towards Brandon.
A good call indeed.
The shouting and rattling of empty snack packets was soon heard. Getting attention of everyone on the ground floor. Louis and James felt a sense of urgency upon hearing Cody, furniture breaking, windows smashing and Justin's panicked cries to 'RUN FASTER' 'WATCH IT WATCH IT' 'TO THE LEFT, WAIT NO, THE RIGHT'.
This of course caught the attention of Brandon who turned around and stared at the two cronies, who had made such an effort to be as silent as possible only for it to be ruined by their partners in crime. Louis quickly bolted to the door and swiftly opened it, just as Brandon began bolting at James. James kept a firm stance and shoved the javelin into Brandon's side, hoping that would stop him. But nope. The charge continued. James was getting pushed further and further back to the wall as Brandon's arm began reaching out towards him. Constant snarling and the projection of blood shook him to his very core.
He tried kicking at Brandon to get him to fall to the ground so he could reunite with Louis and run out the door, yet that didn't seem possible either. Brandon's hands were just in front of his face. Grabbing onto his face, James let out an involuntary scream.
