The End of Days

[3]

Sam finished clearing the house, Cam at his side as Liam emptied the driveway so they could pull the car up into the garage.

He didnt want to just leave their vehicle sitting out, maybe he was just paranoid but the survival expert seemed to think it was apropriate so he didn't let himself feel unsure.

"Home sweet home." Cam held his arms out as they entered although he'd already been inside. Sam stepped around him, listing off all they needed to do before they could relax like blocking the exits and covering any windows, make sure the place was suitable for a night of rest.

The boys followed their orders and about half an hour later they unspokenly declared their exhaustion by flopping down to the plastic covered sofa in the living room where they remained for several minutes.

"You think a grandma lived here?" Cam mumbled. "I bet she made the best cookies."

"I bet shes dead." Liam said. The redneck laughed out in suprise although it wasnt really a joke, she probably most definitly was.

"Your a trip, boy." He sighed, resting his head over an arm. Liam focused his gaze instead on the cabinets of figurenes that were probably 60 some years of memories to someone else.

He didnt let himself think about the people nowadays, made living in the apocalypse harder then it already was which..well, it was a nightmare. All they'd seen. He didnt let himself worry like that first day at school, didnt let it affect him. He could handle it now.

Their lazy spell ended as Cam got up to check out how their food situation was looking. The shouted "HELL YES" from the kitchen said it all. Liam decided to try and clean up somewhere, if only to get away from the guy.

"Hey grumpy." He pinched at his eyes, stopping. He turned to find Sam grinning, gesturing to the glock on the table. "Gonna take that with you, boy?" Sam couldn't be any older then his early 20's yet had the nerve to address him as 'boy'. His grandpa used to call him that, in some aspect anyway.

Liam said nothing, grabbing at the gun and shoving it into the waist of his ripped jeans before stalking off.

There was unsuprisingly no water but a near cabinet full of wipes so he went to town, cleaning the built up dirt and grime from his skin. He'd felt ranker by the day.

He lifted his shirt exposing his promonent muscles and tight waist which had been the result of years of basketball and even a bulk. It was probably poor timing when he'd made his mind right as he'd began taking his shots but the years postponed cut finally came half way through sophmore year and man had it been worth it.

He didnt let himself focus for long. His binder was ripping at the seams and there was literally no store in existance, let alone in the area he would be able to find a replacement.

He'd been stocking up on ace bandages whenever he could find them, claiming it was for medical emergencies which in his eyes it was an absolute necessity.

If he was gonna get mauled to death by a zombie he'd hoped he could at least go out with a flat chest, as rediculous as it made him seem. He would die on that hill.

His heart leaped from his chest at the knock on the door, reaching instinctively for his gun. Sam's voice came calling for dinner which was some canned thing or another. Liam huffed, tossing on his shirt again and double checking himself before emerging from the bathroom.

His eyes met Sam's who stood leaning against the wall, waiting for him. He'd figure the guy had walked off already. "Toilet don't flush but there's a bucket or..trash can or something, wipes on the counter if you need it." Liam said, thinking he mustve needed to piss.