The Uprising

The Uprising - a StarKid Oneshot

"It's getting dark," she said once more, worried as ever. Darren sighed. He was just as nervous about the time, but couldn't let her know.
"It's Dylan, Jay. He knows what he's doing."
"We shouldn't have let him go alone, it's not-"
A car's beep interrupted their conversation when a big van entered the little glade, and from it emerged a smiling, handsome man holding a school bag and a shotgun.
"Honey, I'm home!"
Within a second, moving almost too quickly for them to really see, Jaime was standing an inch away from her boyfriend as she began punching his chest repeatedly. "You - IDIOT - I was worried - asshole -"
Dylan laughed and dropped his armful, wrapping his arms around her warmly and lifting her a few inches above the ground, her face buried in the crook of his neck. He kissed her hair softly and tightened his hug. "Stop worrying, silly. You taught me well."
On the other side of the camp, Darren rolled his eyes. "Boo! You're stickier than a pair of melted marshmallows."
Happily caught in Dylan's arms, Jaime turned to stick her tongue out at her brother.
"Come on, you two, let's have dinner," said Darren. "I don't want you to eat each other while we wait."
"Can't make any promises," Dylan said seriously, taking Jaime's hand in his and sitting around the campfire.
She rested her head on her brother's shoulder. "Really, Dar, the end of the world is happening and you want us to starve? That's not very nice of you."
"Since when am I nice, little sister?"
"You're like, two seconds older than me!" she pouted.
Darren laughed. "Well, yeah, give or take three years."
"I was never good at math."
"Yes. You see, Dyl, brains were my fair share, and beauty - come to think about it, beauty was also my fair share."
"I disagree," declared Dylan. Jaime smiled and ruffled Darren's hair, causing him to get up and chase her around the camp until finally catching her, fighting and laughing. "Dylan, help me!"
Dylan got up, his fists up and his eyes smiling. "Let go of my girlfriend, you horrid - uh - butthead?"
Even Jaime shook her head. "Next lesson, cursing like an adult."
"What will you give me for her?" Darren asked, trying to sound vicious.
Dylan pulled a bar of precious chocolate out of his backpack. Both Darren and Jaime's eyes widen.
"Deal!" said Darren. "Hand it over, butthead."
Dylan pouted but threw him the chocolate.
"Aha!" Darren called and caught it from the air, letting his sister go - except Jaime had other plans, which were, as it turned out, escaping with both herself and the chocolate.
"Hey!" he protested.
Jaime smiled at him, a piece of chocolate in her mouth, before Dylan snuck up to kiss her deeply, claiming the chocolate for himself. She didn't seem to mind, as she wrapped her arms around his neck in pleasure.
Darren crossed his arms like an annoyed five year old. "So I get nothing?"
Dylan raised an eyebrow toward him, breaking the kiss. "Do you want to kiss one of us?"
Darren shivered. "I'd rather kiss the zombies."

All of that flickered through Jaime's mind as she sat on the cold pavement, the blood covering her hands looking blurred through the tears in her eyes. She could hear the laughter, the life, all that happened just a few hours earlier, a few hours that now seemed like a lifetime.
"Dylan," she whispered, her voice breaking.
He was lying in front of her, living body made lifeless corpse. Moments earlier she watched her brother being eaten alive by those monsters, and now... she was truly alone in the world.
She clutched his head to her chest, her body shaking violently as she grieved in silence, when she suddenly felt him move. A deep, throaty groan emerged from his lips as his arms tried to reach for her, slow and dead and desperate. She held him tighter, preventing his mouth from getting to her, and pulled the trigger. The sound of the shot echoed through the deserted street.
He really was lifeless now.