The freaking zombie apocalypse. (Boyxboy)

20.

A/N: Surprise mother-huggers. I am back from the dead. I sincerely apologize for suddenly disappearing, but y'know. College preparation and college in general. I am so, so, sorry!

Anyway, I am also sorry to disappoint but there's no sex here. I actually wrote a bit of it, but it felt wrong and rushed. Kenny and Roderick's relationship didn't develop that much for them to start doing the fun stuff. I am sorry but it just felt WRONG. Too soon for that.

Well, enjoy this chapter and again, sorry for the delay.

Today, I discovered that Kenny's single brain cell has a peculiar superpower.

In a second, it can find many, many places for sleeping... with someone. We struggled every day to find a place safe enough for us to stay the night, but just bring up sex. BAM. Kenny found a place (Places actually). It kind of makes me want to smack him in the head sometimes.

On the way to wherever we were going (Kenny refused to say where we were going) we took a shortcut inside a toys store and took some nerf guns for no reason at all. Some entertainment in a world with no internet and some hungry dead cannibal humans won't hurt. I hope. But even nerf guns weren't that fun since every time we shoot a zombie it would do nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not even a grunt. It's not surprising since they can't feel a thing.

Kenny was having fun shooting things and watching as the zombies go looking for what made that sound. It's common knowledge that zombies are stupid, and they're only dangerous if you're stupider than a walking corpse. Which I guess makes most people stupid judging by the large numbers that keep increasing every day.

Every single day.

Speaking of zombies increasing, it was getting darker and more zombies are starting to show up on the streets and if I was to be honest I'm getting tired of walking. I was about to ask when we were getting there when something big and red caught my eye.

"Oh, a wee-wee!" I said without really realizing what I said.

"...You mean a firetruck?" Kenny said with a raised eyebrow looking at me then at the firetruck.

"Yes. A firetruck." I mumbled my face becoming red.

Kenny smiled licking his lip then biting his tongue which is what he does whenever he tried to suppress his laughter since he's smart enough not to make a sound. I wished that zombies could sense vibrations because he was shaking, but sadly they couldn't.

"We're going to go where all the wee-wees are." He choked.

"And I'll run you over with all the wee-wees."

He didn't say anything. He just hid his face behind his nerf gun and tried to stifle his laughter as we passed the wee- firetruck. The firetruck. It's not my fault nobody corrected me when I was a kid. I got used to calling it that, ok?

"It's not funny." I muttered following him.

Kenny shook his head and stayed silent with his lip twitching up every now and then. I kept glaring at him the whole time, but I said nothing. I noticed that the number of the zombies walking around (Thank god for wide streets) was dwindling. I realized it was because we were getting further away from the streets into a big white and red building which was isolated from the other buildings. So getting inside was so easy.

All we had to do was not attract even more zombies here and we're all good.

"Well, we're finally here." Kenny said stretching after he closed the door. "The wee-wee station."