The Underground vs. The Undead

(3) All Nightmare Long

We managed to get everything packed up into the van, and on our way to Nattie's house in less than an hour.

"Ok, Spencer, go through and I need you to find gasoline, scissors, tape, matches, band aids, a lighter or two, candles, and anything else you can think of, think like camping supplies. Oh and BLANKETS. Haely, go through, and get as much canned and boxed food as you can carry, and get all my money. It's in a box under my bed."

I spoke up. "Oh yeah? Well what are you gonna get?"

She smiled. "Ammo."

Spencer and I loaded the van with as much stuff as we could. There was still TONS of room. I didn't even understand. We somehow had the most spacious van. It looked like we had about two weeks worth of food, but not that much water. We'd have to stop and buy some.

Spencer had found some beer. (Nattie's parents were not gonna be happy when they returned home from vacation. IF they returned home.)

Just about the time we'd got the last of the stuff loaded, Nattie returned carrying extra drumsticks, guitar picks, cymbals, guitar strings, and TWO extra guitars.

Our ammo.

I smiled. "Nattie, you're a genius."

　

　

We managed to buy two more cases of bottled water, and filled up some gallon jugs with gasoline from the gas station. (Not sure that that's %100 legal...)

And we started our trip.

Spencer was shaking.

"Spence," I said, putting my hand on his bouncing knee, and looking into his light blue eyes, "It's gonna be Ok."

His jet black hair was in a spiky array, not too far off from what it normally looked like, and you'd only know he was a mess if you knew him. His guyliner was smudged, and he was a wreck, an absolute wreck.

He looked away, biting his lip. He was really scared.

Maybe thats because Nattie was driving.

"Nat! Turn the music down and focus on the road!" I laughed, even though she had the best Offspring album there was blaring.

She happily complied, while going out of her way to run down a memeber of the undead.

Spencer grabbed onto the nearest thing to him, clutching it till his knuckles turned white.

I had to admit, Nattie's driving was pretty wreckless. My hair flew around me in a blur of black streaked with electric blue.

Once Nat's driving pattern smoothed out, my black and blue curls returned to their normal place.

Spencer still looked freaked.

I'd known Spencer since seventh grade, and we'd always looked out for each other. Rodeo wasn't a very big town, but you know, kids are unforgiving. We got teased, a lot, for being into punk rock mainly. A lot of kids thought Spencer was gay for the longest time, because of his tendency to wear eyeliner on occasion. But that wasn't really fair, because he only wore it to gigs. Plus, Nattie and I knew he wasn't because of the huge crush he had on Haley Williams from Paramore...

Anyways, Spencer and I met Nattie in nineth grade. We actually met her in detention. Spencer and I got detenion for being late to gym, but Nattie... got detention for putting a dead snake in the coffee pot in the teacher's lounge.

Ever since then, we've all been pretty unseprable.

I just hope this doesn't change that.