We Were Free

DAY 7 PART 1

DAY 7 PART 1

It was almost dawn by the time we untied the hammock and rappelled down.

The hike out from the arch was about four miles, which sucks when everyone is hungry, tired, and bitchy.

"I want food," Cassidy moaned.

"We're almost out," I encouraged her.

Instead of pressing on, Cassidy fell down on the ground and put on her best Bear Grylls voice.

"Our supplies is dwindling and the cold front is gaining one us," she started, "the winter will be cold and brutal and I feel with our lack of resources we will not survive."

"Sack up," I said, kicking her.

Turned out, she didn't sack up and I was stuck giving her a piggy-back-ride the rest of the way out while she happily munched on a sandwich she found in my backpack.

When we reached the end of the trail as bus pulled up.

"Are you going towards town?" I asked the driver.

"Yeah," he said, "hurry, you coming or not?"

"Where?!" Cassidy asked like a little kid.

I turned around and stood up on the platform so I was a little above them, "why the North Pole! This is the Polar Express!" I yelled.

We all laughed and took our seats, the irritated bus driver closed the door and drove away.

"Here's my question," Kieran started, "how are we this awake after we just pulled an all-nighter and hiked?"

"BECAUSE WE ARE EVOLVING!" Cassidy screamed standing up and thrusting her fist in the air.

"Sit the fuck down!" the driver yelled back.

"Fight me!" Cassidy screamed.

"What is wrong with you?" I asked.

"I'm in love..." Cassidy breathed, that's when I smelled the odor in her breath, "... with alcohol."

"You brought alcohol repelling?" I asked.

"Just a little bit," she giggled.

Then she passed out on my shoulder.

We reached the street where Phineas and Red's "business" was and everyone went to get off.

"Where's the closest grocery store?" I asked the driver

"Down the road," he nodded.

"Stay here," I told everyone else, "start the cars, keep it running."
I ran down the street and into Wal-Mart, I raced to the refrigerated section and grabbed two cartons of eggs.

When I turned around Cassidy stood there, laughing, bearing a striking resemblance to Doug from Up.

"HI STEVEN!" She yelled.

"Cassidy, what the hell are you doing?" I demanded.

"I got lonely," she said, trying to be serious.

"I left you 30 seconds ago with Annabelle and Kieran!"

"Those bitches?" she said, putting her hand to one side of her mouth and trying to whisper. Then she started laughing.

"Crap," I muttered.

Drunk Cassidy has a problem with laughing, and when she laughs she can't walk, so she just sits down where ever she is and makes some type of noise that must be laughter.

I looked down the aisle and saw a child's wagon on a display.

That's how I wound up pulling a wagon with a drunk girl down the street.

"LOOK!" Cassidy said from the back.

I turned around and groaned, there were obvious egg-shaped bulges in her bra.

"My boobs are some bad baby chicks," she giggled.

I rolled up to the Bronco and got Cassidy to stand up and balance against the door.

"What are we doing?" Kieran asked.

"Revenge," I smirked, "take an egg."

I set the open boxes on the ground and Cassidy and Kieran grabbed two.

I picked up a pair and turned to the "office".

"Go!" I yelled.

The three of us unleashed a holy hell of egg bombs on the house, and our arsenal was emptied in seconds

"I want to egg!" Cassidy yelled, she reached down her shirt and tried to grab an egg, but wound up tugging on something else, "whoops, that's my boob," she said faltly before launching into laughter.

"HEY!" someone yelled. We all saw red storm out of the house.

"SUCK EGGS ASSHOLE!" Cassidy screamed, grabbing the eggs out of her bra and chucked them with surprising accuracy, nailing Red in the crotch.

We all dove in the Bronco, somehow Annabelle wound up and the drivers seat. 

We sped off.