The Batch

Chapter 2

Moe drove them back to his house, where they all decided to play. a board game.

"I'm gonna kick your ass!" said Moe playfully. 
Everyone laughed and agreed to his challenge. Marge smiled as she looked over at Melvin, who was looking nervous. She could tell that he was worried about how things were going to turn out. She reached over and placed her hand on top of his. When she touched him, he immediately relaxed. She gave his hand a small squeeze.
"Everything is gonna be fine," she reassured.
A few minutes later, everyone's cards landed face down on the board.
"Shit," Waylon groaned.
The rest of them nodded their agreement.
"No fucking way, dude!" said Moe.
"Yeah! We totally lost the fucking thing!" yelled Waylon.
"I'm sorry guys," said Marge. "I guess we should have played something else."
"Nah, it's cool," said Melvin. "I'm just glad we're playing something fun instead of some stupid card game."
"Yeah, I'm glad too," said Marge. "Are you ready for another round?"
Melvin grinned and nodded his head eagerly.
Once they each got their cards back, they went back to playing.
They played for another hour or so, before Moe asked to move on.
"Can we just pick another game?" Moe whined. "This one is boring as hell."

"I agree," said Waylon. "We've been playing this game since we left Marge's."
"Come on, it's fun!" said Marge.
"It's boring as hell!" exclaimed Moe.
"Fine," said Marge, giving in. "Then we can play something else.
"I don't know." Melvin said.  "I kind of feel like sitting here a little longer."
"Me too," said Marge. "I'm beat."
They spent the next fifteen minutes debating which game they wanted to play next. Eventually,  they decided to just cruise around in Moe's car. It was almost 1am. Moe lent his keys for Waylon to drive. He decided to drive on the left side if the road.  No one else would be able to see them when they passed by an intersection.
"I really need to pee," said Melvin.
Waylon looked at him. "Really?"
"Yes."
"Alright."

After everyone stopped to use the bathroom, they spotted Snake in the distance.
His car was parked right across the street. As soon as he saw them pass by, he started laughing to himself.
Marge rolled down her window and stuck her head outside. "What's so funny?!"
"I think you're fucked." He laughed harder, causing others around him to stop and stare.

Melvin didn't know how to feel.

"Get your fat ass away from here!" yelled Moe.

"I got a gun!" Snake said. The four friends tried ro desperately lock the car with them inside. Waylon tried to drive, but the car wouldn't start.
"It's not working!" shouted Waylon.
"Let's get out of here! Melvin panicked. His anxiety was about to take over. He could have a panic attack.

As the friends were trapped in the broken car, Snake fired a shot to the sky.

They had no choice but to abandon Moe's beloved car. The four decided to run as fast as they could until they reached a stopping point and couldn't run anymore. Melvin was having a panic attack.
Marge put her arm around him and hugged him. "You're safe now," she comforted. "Everything is okay."
"I don't wanna die," he whimpered.
"Just breathe, Melvin. I swear, everything is gonna be alright."She kissed the top of his head and whispered into his ear, "Don't cry."

After a minute, they all decided to walk to Moe's. It took about 30 minutes, but they finally made it. Marge decided to take care of Melvin, who was now traumatized.

"Will he be alright?" asked Waylon.

"I hope so, unlike me." said Moe.

"I hope he will, but I'm sure Snake's gun scared him half to death."

They decided to head off to bed for the night.