The freaking zombie apocalypse. (Boyxboy)

16.

I am lying with my face against the prickly hotel room's carpeted floor.

Why you may ask?

Because after many failed attempts of trying to get Kenny to open the door he thought it was funny to open the door a little and taunt me some more. Of course, he was an idiot so he did not use the chain to lock the door and I took this as a chance to push the door open. It was like a reverse tug-o-war, but he eventually stepped aside.

And since I was pushing the door with full force, I fell face-first.

Thank-you, Kenny.

I lifted up my head to glare at him as I lifted up myself off the ground. Kenny looked at me and laughed. "Your nose is red." He said poking it and laughing some more. I dusted myself and glared at him trying to decide whether to kick him in the balls or castrate him.

Instead I sniffed and scratched my nose because it felt itchy after it got rubbed on the rough hotel carpet.

Kenny was laughing so hard that he accidently fell inside the bathroom. Dick.

I walked inside the room surveying it and as expected from how fancy the lobby is, it was fancy and looked really expensive. It was a really luxurious room. I hated it.

The only reason why I did not complain was because it had a bed. An actual bouncy bed. I'm too used to sleeping on hard surfaces right now, but this is a nice change. I haven't slept on a bed for a long while. I walked to it and poked it. It was dusty and smelled like dust, but it was a bed nonetheless. "Hey, Kenny? Come here for a sec." I called staring at the white covers of the bed.

Kenny walked up to me with a curious look. "What?"

I pointed at the bed's cover and that made him even more curious. "What about it?" he asked leaning closer. I pushed his head down more making him lean closer on the bed. "Look closer, you'll see it."

"See what?"

When I decided he was close enough, I hit the top of the bed with my palm making the dust fly on his face. He staggered back in surprise and blinked. I laughed at him until he staggered closer with his face twisting and him inhaling. That's when I realized what was happening. I tried to push him away, but I was too late.

ACHOO!

"KENNY! Ugh!" I said wiping my face. It was covered with his boogers. Ew. Thankfully, we were in a hotel room and it had some tissue. Of course it did. What kind of hotel doesn't?

After wiping my face, I gave Kenny a dirty look. He just sniffed and smiled at me. Then he did the most infuriating thing ever. He took my bag – I thought he was going to take a bottle of water or a knife – then he took out my most treasured bag of worms. He then proceeded to tear the bag with his teeth and sat cross-legged on the bed eating the worms.

All that while staring tauntingly at me.

He did all that on purpose just to annoy me.

"Hey, that's mi-" just as I was about to choke him, my leg got caught in a fancy chair's steel leg. And you guessed it, I tripped. It was one of those moments where everything was like it was moving in slow-motion. I tried to grab anything to prevent me from falling and I watched as Kenny's face turn from surprise to amusement.

I ended up pulling the covers down with me as I landed on the ground. This time however, the cover's slowed my fall a little bit. I let out a train of curses as I looked up to see Kenny stare down at me with a worm sticking out from the right side of his mouth smiling. I gave him the finger and got up snatching the worms from his hand.