O.N.E. VIRUS

11: WINE

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[WARNING. THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS... alcoholism, blood, cursing/offensive language, gore, vomiting, virus, infections, violence, insanity, mentions of death and weapons, "romantic references" ...YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED]

[RESUMING BRYCE HANSEN POV]

I shake and stare down at my hands. What. the. f- "You punched Junior in the mouth," Scenty whispers and tugs her- MY, but on HER - raincoat tight. I look at the cage, wondering what the hell we are even gonna go with it. This is completely disgusting! First I lose Junior, then Charlotte, then Brad. I should have never let them into my home!

Oh this can't get any worse, can it?

I then stand up. "I'm gonna go eat." I walk to the sink and rinse my hands, eyeing the wine bottle out of the corner of my eye. Should I... No. It's too early to get drunk. I, then, open up the grocery bags on the counter and begin to take the items out, putting them in their assigned places.

This action takes my mind away from despair, and it feels good... the movement and exercise clearing my mind. I soon finish and think on what to eat. What to eat.. What to eat.. A lunch, perhaps, as it is around 1 pm.

I open the pantry and grab some bread, then peanut butter, then jam. An easy-to-make meal that will fill me enough that I don't become hungry for a little while. Bread, peanut butter, jam, and then mash it together. Done. And biting into the food... it takes me away from worries... it feels good, unlike the hunger I endured with little money in my teens, early adulthood, and ONE.

I shake my head. I have to stop thinking about that stupid competition sh#t! I take my last bite of my sandwich and soon set down my plate in the sink. I decide to ask A- Scenty.. if she is hungry. I don't wanna... push away my only friend left...

"What do you want?" Sh#t! That came out wrong. But, luckily, she does not notice my tone and asks for something.

"A protein bar, please... if that's OK..."

"Yes. duh." I grumble to myself and open the pantry again, grabbing a protein bar and tossing it to her. Her reaction is delayed (what a loser) but she managed to get it and open it. Just as she is a about to take a bite, there is a knock at the door.

She slowly looks up and glances around. "Did you... hear that...?"

Judgmentally, I tease her. "Nope."

But as I notice her breath beginning to quicken and staring to seem panicked.. "Yeah."

She looks so relieved now... not that I care. (Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!) Then, I walk to the door and open it, finding.... someone that I did not expect on the other side.

"G?!" I can't believe it! Stay tough, stay cool... "Why are you... here? Of all places?" Sh#t... I sound NICE! ...Yuck.

"I saw your email. Can I... come in?"

"Fine." I fold my arms, kicking the door open with my foot. She enters and looks around, commenting on... anything, really.

She sees the wine on the counter. "You drink wine?"

"Sometimes, That one wasn't opened though."

"Oh." She stares at it. "Can I-"

"Yeah, whatever," I plop down on the couch and take out my phone, trying to watch a video to take my mind off of what happened within the past week.

Unfortunately, I am interrupted by both G and Scenty, wanting to talk and stuff. I grumble a bit, but decide to listen. They begin to talk and chat about people going missing or some sh#t.  don't know, I'm not really paying attention... but I soon put down my phone when I hear them talking about Liam.