-A/N : Here's the fun chapter broskis, it will probably contain gore, just so y'all know, if ya don't like it don't read it :]-
-3rd POV-
The two girls run to the garage to pick up some fishing rods
"We should get the net too" Rae suggested, Anne nodded back. They went back into the house making a run for the car that was in the front. They opened the door, started to sprint to the car, getting in, and ducking so no zombies just so happened to look at the car.
BANG BANG BANG
"Who the-" "Lemme in! It's Shea!" Anne opens the door and quickly lets Shea in the car as she breathes heavily. Anne starts to bombard Shea with questions regarding her health and what she did, "Why'd you run here?! You could have gotten hurt!" Shea sighs and Anne slowly takes off her coat, looking for any bite marks she could have gotten. "I'm fine-..." Shea coughs "None of the Zombies saw me, I ran as fast as I could to your house, after not finding you there I ran here and saw you getting in the car."
"Geez! Stop with the soap opera!" Rae gets the car running and steps on the gas, "Let's get going, to Priscila's house!" The car starts revving, attracting more zombies around the car. "FUCK RAE GO GO GO!" Anne yells.
Rae steps on the gas once again and goes speeding down the road. She takes a hard right down the block and Anne slams in Shea, once again, another hard left and Shea slams into Anne. "HOLY CRAP DUDE STOP WASTING THE GAS!"
After all of the hard turns Rae made, they lost all the zombies chasing after them, and found a back way into Priscilla's house. "Be quiet, one thing I learn from dangerous fellows is that they can be attracted by sound." Anne whispers.
The other two nod as they head up to her back deck. Anne had a pipe, Shea had a knife, and Rae had a crowbar that she found in her basement. Using the crowbar, they quietly made their way inside the house, using duct tape they found to close the sliding door.
"Priscilla..? It's us.. Rae, Anne, and Shea.." Rae whispers. "Guys?" Priscilla runs out from behind the stairs. She runs towards us and we huddle together in a big group hug. "Thank god you guys are alive... I'm assuming this is the place that you disappeared to this morning, Anne?" Priscilla eyes Anne.
"Yeah, it's really freaky but I think we just teleported to another universe.." Anne mutters.
"GUYS WE SHOULD HEAD OUT ZOMBIES ARE A COMING" Rae Yelled to them. "Yeah let's go, we have a car. NOW MOVE YOUR ASSES" Anne screamed the last part startling Priscilla and Shea. They all ran out a full speed getting the car, Rae making it to the driver's seat first.
"Oh nooo..." Anne groaned, scared of her driving again. "GET IN ALREADY ZOMBIES ARE COMING ASSWIPES!!" Rae said her common insult, making all of them join her in the car. They brought Priscillas guns, and other weapons. They got back on the road.
"TIME TO PICK UP ETHAN!!" Rae said loudly pressing on the gas, earning screeching from the tires. Then they zoomed off, going to find Ethan's house. "Do we have to save him??" Priscilla questioned, not wanting Ethan to join them.
"Priscilla this is life or death, OF COURSE WE ARE GOING TO PICK HIM UP!" Rae yelled at the girl. "Fine.." is all Priscilla had to say. Rae looked back, giving her the rock eyebrow.
"RAE IN FRONT OF YOU!" Anne screeched.
Rae looked back seeing a group of 3 zombies. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING STOPPP!!" Anne yelled at the top of her lungs. Rae looked at the zombies and stepped on the gas.
They ran over the zombies leaving them crippled and extra dead on the road.
"TRIPLE KILL, HEHEHEHA" Rae laughed loudly, proud of what she had just done. "What the hell is wrong with you?!?" Anne yelled into her ear. "If I stopped they would just try to kill us. Would you rather keep them alive and let them kill us, OR, me go ahead and kill them with my moms car?" Rae questioned, Anne just stink eyed her and muttered "geez, ok i get it"

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ParanormalGuys don't bully us we made this in 6th grade😞🤟 and ik this fandom is dead. But disclaimer, this is not an x reader story, this involves oc's and so does most of my book that I might publish.