Murder Drones: Unforeseen Consequences (V X Human Male Reader)

Chapter 28: Cabin Fever

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"Ughhhhhh! This is such bs!" Uzi exclaimed, slamming her head against her desk multiple times. Hearing the thumping, N entered the room, a concerned look over his visor. "Hey, you okay, Zi? You've been in here for the past few hours." "Bite me! I'm busy and doing very important work." Uzi ushered him out of her room, needing to focus and couldn't let herself be distracted by his presence. Why did he always take so much of her attention when he's not even doing anything? It's so annoying!

Walking back to her desk, she slumped in her chair, pulling back up JCJMaps, flipping through the different pathways to Camp 98.7. Walking was out of the equation, it's waaaay too far for her. Even flying was a bit of a stretch. She could have N fly her over, but it would be an 8-9 hour flight - that's unbelievable! It'd likely be morning by the time they get there, and they couldn't leave in the morning. She can't even drive for some stupid reason; she's responsible! She's confident she could be a badass behind the wheel.

While looking through the options, her eyes landed on an option below the car icon-the city bus. Although the city no longer had a bus station since all the humans had died, that wasn't the only place with a bus.
 
 
  

Hearing the doors open, Mr. Bailey looked up with Dull eyes as Uzi entered the classroom, a forced awkward smile on her face as she walked over. "Heeey, teach, how ya doing?" She questioned, trying to make it seem she actually gave half a crap about her question. "Okay, I suppose. And you're late by about... 2 weeks. What's the excuse this time?" Uzi paused, not expecting the question. "Um, I got a virus that's given me magical powers and I needed to take some sick time?" A silence filled the room, Mr. Bailey humming with a slight nod. "Ah, I see. We both know you're not here to make up assignments, so what do you want?"

He cut straight to the point, giving Uzi his attention and putting down the papers he was grading. "Well, I need a bus for... a week or so. I don't know. I'll probably have it returned by then." Mr. Bailey looked at her blankly, trying to see if she was genuinely serious. "No." He finally answered, Uzi groaning at his denial. "Oh come on, I'm responsible! I can drive a stupid bus. You people don't even use it!" Uzi tried to persuade him to her side. The teacher rubbed his eyes, looking at his student, exhaustion evident. "Uzi, what do you even need a bus for? You hate leaving the bunker." "I, ugh!" Uzi really didn't want to explain her reasoning, but she figured she needed some reason.

"There's this camp I really wanna go to. Camp 98.7, I... saw it on the Internet and got really intrigued. So I figured I'd go on down there. Broaden my horizons or some hippie junk like that." He didn't give her a look of disapproval or shoot down her idea yet, so Uzi saw this as a positive. "...We'll leave this upcoming Friday." "Swee- wait, we?" Uzi cut herself off, confused by the inclusion. "These 'students' have been failing in their assignments. And since the school board has been blaming me. Figure they deserve some sort of punishment." He explained, stacking the graded papers and putting them in one of the drawers. "I take it you have some friends to act as camp counselors? Make sure they're ready by Friday." Mr. Bailey stood up, leaving Uzi once again confused. "Wait what? I have to find the camp counselors? Why?! You're the teacher!" Uzi exclaimed, the teacher glancing back. "Well it was your idea." And with that, he left, leaving a frustrated Uzi to groan in annoyance, tugging at her hair. "This is so stupid!"

Who the hell is she gonna ask to be a boring ass camp counselor?!
  

N sat in the Doormans' living room, reading a random book he had found, intrigued by the plot of a group of teens trapped inside a giant maze, trying to find their way out every day. With the door unlocking, N looked up, waving over the short drone. "Hey Uzi! Wanna check out this cool book? It's ab-" "I don't like books." She quickly shut him down, N's eagerness deflating. 'Oh...' He sank back into the couch, picking back up the book, Uzi feeling an odd pain in her chest seeing him upset.