Stranded

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Kazuo:

 We were able to reach the first floor but since there were a horde of Zombies blocking the entrance, we couldn't immediately run outside, as we were hiding inside the cellphone boths my little brother was starting to get tired "nii-san..." he panted "can we take a little rest...? I'm starting to..." before he could finish his sentence, he lost his balance and fell, fortunately I was able to catch him. "Kyle, hang in there." I ordered while holding  on to his shoulders. "What's wrong?" Camile called out as softly as she could while keeping an eye out for any approaching Zombies. "Nothing... We--..." suddenly I was interrupted by a growl. Camile raised her gun due to reflex and I jumped, we kept quiet and looked around when... "I'm hungry..." Kyle whinned. It was his stomach that gave off that menacing sound. Both Camile and I sighed in relief. Now that I think about it, I am starting to get hungry too. We haven't eaten lunch yet and it has already been... I guess hours since we last ate.

 Camile rummaged through her bag and she took out food that seemed to be wrapped in something yellow. "Here." She tossed two towards me. It smelled of meat and cheese... I took the wrapper without hesitation and so little brother. My brother instantly ate tit, almost eating the wrapper... realizing later that it was the cheeseburger from Mcdonalds... "Thish ish goodsh..." Kyle mumbled. I slowly opened the wrapper trying not to make any noise and ate... "Thanks. Camile..." I whispered. "What are friends for..." she replied.

Camile sat back gently putting the rifle beside her... "I never expected something like this to happen..." she sighed. "... and to think I was goin' to Manila by now." she rummaged through her back and got her cellphone. "I bet that place is filled with these annoying flesh-eaters too..." she continued. I kept quiet... I really didn't know what to say... EVerything just happened too fast... My little brother and I were supposed to buy a new guitar to practice on... and Ororama was just the place to buy a cheap yet somehow durable guitar. When we were about to pay, we heard coming from downstairs... and suddenly... Everything went to hell. Now we're just sitting here... Waiting for help.

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