The freaking zombie apocalypse. (Boyxboy)

19.

"Don't worry, Rod. I'll be careful, Rod." I said sarcastically glaring at Kenny.

"It was an accident." He whined pressing himself on the warehouse door.

Yes, we are currently inside an abandoned warehouse. And judging by how dilapidated the warehouse is, it was abandoned even before the apocalypse which wasn't really a good thing. Everything was rusty and about to collapse on itself.

"What on earth did you do?" I said pushing the door.

"Uh... I accidently made a stove go boom?"

"So you decided to run all the way here screaming?" I yelled.

Kenny nodded pushing the door harder. Thanks to him, we now have a horde of zombies that is increasing every second outside. "I don't know how I feel getting lectured by someone younger." He muttered. I rolled my eyes and kept pushing the door. "I may be younger, but at least I'm smarter."

"Shut up, Mr. I-trip-on-everything."

"Fine, I'll trip to the nearest safe place while you deal with this mess."

"Go right ahead. It's not like you're doing much. You have an injured shoulder and everything." Kenny scoffed.

"Kenny I swear I-" My sentence was cut off when a rusty hinge flew off the joint and fell on the floor from the pressure. We both stared at it still pushing the door to prevent the zombies from coming in. "Did that fall out of your brain?" Kenny asked pointing at the hinge. I glared at him and then I started looking around for a way out because I am not dying for a stupid mistake Kenny made.

There were a few dusty boxes here and there that are probably covering the view of a door or two since warehouses usually have more than one door. Right?

"We're only delaying our inevitable death, y'know." Kenny said moving a little bit further from the door but he was still pushing. Apparently we had the same idea: Run.

"I'd like to delay it as much as I can." I mimicked his movements.

"Me too. So, Three..."

"Two."

"One."

We both let go of the door and ran as fast as we could to the right where we hoped to find a door. Kenny was smart enough not to yell GO or something equally as stupid. Instead of the squeaky metal door that we were pushing earlier, we found a squeaky garage door. And it's closed.

We have a horde of zombies stumbling inside an abandoned warehouse trapping us in said warehouse and are definitely searching for me. I said me because Kenny has no brain. And now if we attempt to open the garage door it'll make noises loud enough to attract a whole army of zombies so we'll need to find a safer way to-

SCREECH!

Forget it.

"You really have one functional brain cell." I hissed helping Kenny lift the door. It's heavy.

Kenny made some strangled noises that were probably insults directed at me, but I couldn't make sense of any of it. Instead, I focused on lifting the garage door as quickly as I can because the zombies are making their way to us.

"You look constipated." I said pulling the door up.

"You too." Kenny managed to say.

I yelped and let go when I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder. The door screeched but it didn't fall to my relief. Our progress with the door wasn't lost and the gap was enough for us to crawl out of. Kenny sighed in relief when he noticed this and let go of the door. Then we proceeded to crawl out of the ware house only to find that we had attracted more zombies on the other side.