𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘐𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵

'When You gotta do what you gotta do to stay Alive in a Post-Apocalyptic World.'

The Incident: Book 7, Part 9.

W/ Mya, Julian, Chad, Victor And Oliver.

Setting: It was still snowing, and The Others Were still Waiting outside, While Chad checked the house.

No One's POV/3rd Person:

Mya And Victor had exchanged slightly worried looks, hoping that everything would go smoothly, and they would at least be able to settle down. Even if it was for a little while. They definitely needed the break. Oliver had laid down, curled up by Julians' Feet, most likely attempting to go to sleep, and wait until the snow went away. Julian Spotted a Couple of Chairs, and he had gotten an idea, and He chuckled. "Well," he started. "Since we're waiting... there might be one Way to Pass the Time." he shrugs, adding. "To Take our mind off of this." he gestures to Oliver, who had already dozed off. "He's already getting comfy, So Why can't we?" Julian suggests, and Victor and Mya Simply just stared, waiting for him to finish sharing his thought. "So....?" Mya says. He only raised a hand as a 'I'm getting there.' Mya rolls her eyes, getting slightly impatient. "So I was wondering..." He says again, dragging it out. Whereas Victor was just bored. "If we sit down and Crack these open? Try it out? And If we don't like it-.." Julian mimes tossing an imaginary beer bottle over the porch in the way you would shoot a basketball. "I mean..." Victor says, looking at Mya who just reluctantly shrugs in agreement. Julian grins with delight."Great!" He pulled out exactly three, and tossed one each to Mya And Victor, Mya nearly dropping it and scowling at him in frustration. "Damn it... Julian- Handing people things is a thing for a reason! I Almost dropped it." Mya says, Catching it and having a firm grip on it just in time. Julian chuckles, and sits down, popping open the Beer bottle and chugging it, Before wearing a slightly disgusted expression but forcing himself to like it.Victor stifles a laugh, "You Good man?" Victor Says, And Julian slightly choked. Julian grimaces, and flips him off. "Shut up, you didn't even Try yours yet." Julian says. Victor wears a Cocky grin on his face, and takes a swig of it. Victor, face unreadable, so Neither Mya Or Julian Knew what he was thinking, if he enjoyed it or not. "It's Not that bad, Seriously." Victor sat down in the other chair, swallowing it before sighing, looking at him with a smug face. Julian shrugs, trying his hardest to hold it together. "It's not even that strong, Man." Victor laughs, seeming Confused. Mya tried it herself, not necessarily enjoying it, but still able to maintain a straight face. "Ugh-... God, that was bad." Julian says, then looks over at Oliver who was at the Leg of his Chair, seeming to take a Liking To Julian, looking up at him, his massive tail wagging back and forth. Julian had gotten the bright idea to give some to Oliver, pouring the Beer out of the bottle. It came down on Oliver like a waterfall, As he flinched and stumbled back in surprise, ears pinned, before crouching low and sniffing the liquid, but immediately backing up yet again from the smell, Eyes big. Victor laughs.. And this was starting to take their minds off of their current situation. Right.. Their Current Situation.

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W/ Chad, Inside the cabin, inspecting things.

No One's POV/3rd Person:

Everything had looked alright so far, but he had figured that he had to make sure that this place was safe enough for them to stay, so he looked around the cabin, checking every corner. It was dark, but there was a lightswitch. He stared, and decided to test it out, to see if it would still work, though he doubted it. With flicking it on to where it was 'on'. It surprisingly worked, He tensed up, wearing a Shocked Expression. There's no way that it would work after such a long period of time, unless someone still lived here. He turned around, pulling out his gun, in case there was someone here, watching him in the shadows, or on their way back home, which just so happened to possibly be here. He sighs, before continuing to explore. He spotted a Record player, and a CD, encased in an envelope-like cover. It was old, and looked like it hadn't been touched in a while. Gingerly pulling it out, he examined the CD. it appeared to be in good shape. He scoffed, wondering why in the world someone would have a record player in their cabin. He put it to the side and continued exploring, and just as he figured everything was in the clear,the lights had turned back off, which was a little unsettling. Soon enough, there was a flurry of quickened, light but yet so loud footsteps behind him, and just as he turned around, the Figure had turned to strike him with something. A shovel. He had caught it in time, and pressed it up against the figure horizontally and pushed them into the wall, pinning them down with the shovel. Grabbing a knife out of his pocket, he slashed the figure in the face, and it had kicked him in the shin, pretty hard. That's when the figure switched around, and now Chad was the one restrained against the wall. He bites the figure's forearm, which causes it to let go and cry out, Chad having the advantage once more, grabbing the shovel and hitting the figure in the jaw, sending it crashing through the coffee table. He could hear the commotion and concern yells out to him from outside from the others, but he ignored them, silently praying they would only come in when he gave them the go ahead. Chad kicked back down the Figure that was already attempting to stand back up, although he was going on strong, there was only so much he could to hold them off. There was no letting this person go, so he grabbed the shovel and stabbed the Person in the neck with it, causing them to go Limp. Chad breathed heavily, standing back, and he had Seen Julian looking inside the house, looking curious and concerned. "It's all clear.." Chad says through deep breaths, trying to sound as calm as possible. "It's all clear." He wanted to keep a level head, and explain this to them once they come in, moreso when he lets them in. and he hopes they do the same.

To be continued.

Word Count: 1091