Sturniolo Triplets - Zombie Apocalypse

Worse

Warnings: Violence, Cursing

Matt has to save his brothers, but it won't be easy, not at all

The Story:

The first three days after starting their search, Matt and the others were left without having found anything; neither Nick nor the rest of the other group, no leads, no nothing. They weren't ones to admit defeat though, not when it came to this.

However, while they were still as determined to find them as ever, they were also getting progressively more anxious and worried, which resulted in all of them becoming more easily irritated, impulsive and lashing out.

They ended up going to another small town a few miles out, to gather supplies and any new potential information.

"Oh just shut the fuck up JJ, that's the dumbest thing I've ever heard", Matt yelled, throwing her arms up in exasperation.

JJ was quick to match him though, "I don't see any of you coming up with better ideas!"

"Will you just grow up and stop fighting for a minute? We're all on the same side here," Cleo was completely fed up with their stupidity.

They were currently scavenging an abandoned grocery store, stocking up on any remaining food they could find, though most of it has already been cleared out. They were strategising, trying to come up with a new plan of action, since they pretty much reached a dead end. Not that Matt or JJ were of much help here, since both of them suggested the wildest ideas.

Pope chose to wander a few isles away, sick of listening to the others' insane suggestions. He needed some quiet to think. Something must have happened to them, something serious. Even if all of them got infected, we'd have found something of them left behind. If one of them got hurt, they'd bring them back to either the cabin or our base. That also wouldn't explain why Matt's brother is also nowhere to be found... something's not adding up.

Pope's thoughts were cut off, as he suddenly heard echoing footsteps and loud voices approaching from the outside. He sprang into action in an instant, rushing back to the others as quietly as he could. "Shh, guys, someone's coming, be quiet."

Everyone was immediately on high-alert, all arguments and casual mood forgotten, as they tensed and readied themselves for anything. They listened as the mysterious newcomers entered the store, likely searching for supplies themselves.

Cleo moved first, motioning for others to follow her. They needed to hide, they didn't have the luxury to assume that the rapidly approaching strangers were friendly. The four of them moved slowly, crouched down to the ground, sticking closely to the walls or shelves, checking every corner before they made a turn.

Eventually, they made it to the cash registers, going around to hide behind them. They sat still on the ground, making themselves as small as possible, remaining completely quiet as they listened to their conversation. At first, it was hard to make out what they were saying, but as the strange group got closer and they realised what they were talking about, dread flooded Matt and the others at a such a speed it made them dizzy.

"-and they're all such pussies, they didn't even try to fight back", one man laughed.

"Smart of em', they better not if they wanna live. The lot took one look at our guns and knew they were done for," another joined in.

"I say to hell with all of em', they're just extra mouths to feed, more trouble than they're worth. If it were up to me, I'd just leave em' locked in that cell, let them rot for all I care."

A fourth. "You're too serious dude, wasting a chance like this. The three dudes are young and strong, it would be a waste not to use them for free labour, get them to do all the hard work for us. And the two girlies are far too cute to kill, if you ask me."