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Sweater Weather 1x01

A fat middle aged man sat alone at a small wooden table by the entrance of a rodeo styled restaurant. The walls were wooden and sheet metal for the extra feel. Everyone sat and ate quietly. The television on the wall above the man was on today's news, telling about terrorist attacks and uprisings.

It was drowned out as the teenage waitress walked up to the man and layed down a plate, a bowl, and another plate. He had ordered a steak with baked potato and bacon and toast with gravy. Just the thing a fat man would need to add authentication to his character.

The waitress calmly said if that would be all. The man told her to wait as he tried his meal. He picked up the fork and took a bite from his steak. Grease and small bits of meat fell from his mouth as he chewed forever long. Tasting it intensively.

Once he was done he glared at the waitress and in the instant. He was in a rage. Furious. Filled with anger.

Man: THIS IS THE WORST FUCKING STEAK I HAVE EVER TASTED! ITS COMPLETE SHIT. AND YOU'RE A PIECE OF SHIT TOO, LADY! DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO TAKE AN ORDER OR YOUR COOKS SUCK AT MEALS!

This man had brought the teenage waitress to tears. She wanted to run away from him. But as she made her attempt, the man had grabbed her wrist and forced her to stay. He kept screaming and screaming at her. Everyone was watching and got pissed off. Standing up and going to the man to free the waitress.

Once someone had ripped the girls wrists out of the angry mans grasp, the fat old man had frozen up and clutched his heart. He choked and stuttered. His head falling face first into the steak he was complaining about.

The other civilians and customers had taken the female waitress outside while the majority stayed inside to wait for cops or an ambulance to arrive. The people inside watched the man. They had pushed his face up and out of his steak. His face was greasy and covered in A1 sauce.

One of the other men there thought to check his neck for a pulse but was to disgusted by the mans fat. So he picked up the fat mans wrist and checked for a pulse.

There was nothing. He was dead. He had a heart attack and suffocated in a steak. But like as if a miracle, the fat man had opened his eyes and started gasping and moaning. The people had screamed in fright at it. Astonished by it.

The one man still held the fat mans wrist. Frozen in horror. But it was to his dismay as the fat man lunged at his arm and bit down. Sinking his teeth deeply into the arm of the man.

Blood started gushing out heavily as the fat man had pulled away and tore the flesh away from bone. Exposing the muscular man. The people were trapped inside as the 2 men blocked the entrance. Scared and not sure what exactly to do in this situation. They stood in the back and caught the attention of the fat man who got up and stumbled towards them.
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Ezekiel. A teenaged boy. The ripe age of 16. He wore glasses. Was fairly tall for his age and always credited on it, even if he wishes he wasn't. The Caucasian male had a bowl of ramen noodle placed in the microwave. He started the microwave up and went away so his food could cook.

He sat down on a black L shaped sofa. It faced the center of his house. There was a flat screen TV that was playing "Futurama" on comedy central. He also had his phone in his hand where was texting other people from across the world. A social media site called kik.

There was a person who was freaking out about people dying and the government taking control of his city. Ezekiel, being the optimistic kid he was, ignored it and continued on. Going onto ifunny to distract his mind.

After some time the microwave went off and Ezekiel got up to go check it out. As he set the hot bowl down to cool, a loud knock came to his door. The teen was confused but curious, so he walked towards the door and opened it. Suddenly being filled with surprised shock to see who it was.

It was his brother, Don. He was a shorter Caucasian teen. Also at the age of 16 but slightly younger by a couple months. He was dirty. His clothes torn. And sweat soaked his face and clothes. He looked so tired and worn out. His breath was rugged and short winded. Clearly been out walking for some time.

Don: hello... Care to let me in?

Zeke: yeah sure. Uhh m-make yourself feel at home...

Ezekiel stepped aside and let Don come inside. Don looked around and smiled softly at the sights. He started to give himself the tour around his brothers home.

Don: So, where's mom at? Work?

Zeke: No. She had to go to Amarillo. Apparently Grandma is in the hospital. She didn't say much but just said i should stay here. So i did.

Ezekiel's goes to the couch and sits down. Forgetting about his noodles on the kitchen counter. Don stopped walking around and forced himself to sit down. He sighed in relaxation as he did. Ezekiel was still flabbergasted by the sudden appearance of his brother.

Zeke: S-so make yourself at home, yo.

Don: Thanks, Ezekiel.

Don smiled as he took off his old nasty shoes and relaxed even more. Ezekiel had to look at Don. A question was on his head.

Zeke: so why are you here?

Don: Weeeellll that's quite a story to tell. Long story short of it. I had to run away. Took me 2 weeks but i finally made it back to here. I was expecting to see mom as well, but i guess that's for another time...

Zeke: Oh shit. Cant believe you had to walk all the way back here. I'm so sorry yo. Uhh... I-is there anything i can get you? Water maybe?

Don: Water would be nice. Thank you.

Zeke: No problem.

As Ezekiel got up to get water for his brother. A phone call came in from his mother. Ezekiel didn't hesitate to answer. He was cheerful with the phone to his ear as he walked to the kitchen.

Zeke: Yello?

Phone: Ezekiel! Ezekiel! Are you there?!

Zeke: of course I am mom. W-woah, why so freaked out?

Phone: they're quarantining us! We cant leave!

Zeke: Woah, woah. Slow down mom... T-tell me who is doing what?

Phone: the government. The army. The military or whatever they are. They are blocking people from leaving the hospital. I... I don't know how long I'm gonna be here. But mommy isn't gonna be back tomorrow... I-i don't know when ill be back baby.

Zeke: M-mom chill! I'm sure your fine. Just give this some time. It'll blow over.

Phone: i-i have to go Ezekiel. They're taking away our phones. I-i Love You So Much! Please be safe!

The boys mother hangs up on him and leaves him in even more shock. He doesn't even know what to do with the information. The cup he was filling over flowed and poured down the sink drain.

Don had to walk in after hearing Ezekiel freak out. He stared at Ezekiel with great confusion. Turning off the water so it wasn't waisted.

Don: Dude... You okay?

Zeke: y... Yeah... I-im okay... Just fine.

Ezekiel pours out the water a bit and give the cup to Don. Don is still questioning Ezekiel but decides to shrug it off and goes back to the living room. Ezekiel has to sigh and shake it off as nothing. Hoping that's all it was as he sat back down on the couch.

Don had stolen Ezekiel noodles from the kitchen and was eating them with his hands. Ezekiel played on his phone to distract his mind like he always would. Sitting quietly with his brother. All long till night came.

Don was given a pillow and blanket. But before he could rest. Ezekiel insisted he take a shower. So Don was given a towel and new clothes that could still fit him comfortably. After that, both Don and Ezekiel layed down in their spots and slept the day away.

End of episode.