Infestation

Chapter Two: Plan In Action

Britt and I unloaded our supplies that are all in the backseat. The supplies consist of food, water, ammo, weapons, blankets, clothing, and miscellaneous items that we would need in the future. Bruce and Fang are currently keeping a look out for stragglers of an unwanted guess. Bruce isn't too happy about this plan. He keeps mumbling under his breath of complaints after complaints.

Britt finally got fed up with his complaining. "Bro, If you don't shut up now, I will just simply end your life here and now."

Fang smirk as he looks over his shoulder at Britt. "If I were you, I'd believe her."

Bruce narrows his eyes at Fang, crossing his arms over his shoulder. "I know my sister, Okay? I know how she is." He put his hand to his heart. "I know she loves me very much and that she would never in a million years let me die," Bruce said with confidence in his voice.

I ended up rolling my eyes at all three of them bickering with each other. Britt sounded annoyed, though. Britt confidently walks towards her brother, with her fist raised like she is about to punch him in his face. I happened to be leaning against the car that we just finish unloading, watching every movement that Britt made.

I thought Britt is about to punch Bruce, but instead of punching...She unclenched her fist turning the punch more into a slap. She brought her hand down across the back of his head, making a loud slap sound. Bruce winced as he topples forward just a bit, bumping into Fang.

"That's what you get for being so cocky!" Britt said almost yelling.

I just watch them from a distance. Bruce is rubbing the back of his head where she ended up slapping him. Fang roll his eyes at Britt and Bruce while Britt still continued to give Bruce a hard time. They went on like this for at least twenty minutes. We haven't even initiated our plan quite yet. We don't even know if this plan will work.

I didn't want to disturb their bickering since it will be better for them to get it out of their system now instead of later. If any bickering occurs during our mission, we might fail. If we fail, death will happen. I look up at the sky seeing the bright sun in the middle of the sky. With my estimation skills, I believe we only have five to six hours of daylight left.

We need to enact our plan out now if we want to make it before it gets dark. I kicked off from the car making my way towards the small group. "Okay, we need to start now," I spoke to everyone.

Britt and Bruce glanced over at me, ending a conversation they were having. Fang nodded his head, agreeing with my statement. I open my mouth to speak. "Does everyone know the plan?" I ask with a tilt to my head.

Britt grins with enthusiasm. "Yeah!" She gives me a thumbs up. "I get to infiltrate the camp with you!"

Bruce let out a sigh as he rub his head. "And I get to go look for a new car for us...since you know, you are going to destroy it!" He whined out of exaggeration.

I roll my eyes and Britt rubs Bruce back trying to sooth him. "There there, everything will be alright." She smiles an innocent smile, even though she's practically enjoying the pain and suffering of her twin brother.

Fang smirks at the thought of Bruce's baby. "And I get to do the fun part."

Bruce narrowed his eyes at Fang, crossing his arms over his chest. "Don't enjoy it!" He whined again.

I let out an exaggerated sigh. I need to hurry this along. "Okay, let's get into position!" I clap my hands together to get everyone attention to make them stop bickering. "Britt and I will wait for the signal." I eyed Fang since he is the one that's going to give us our signal. "Bruce you just simply look around for a new vehicle, Fang will come back and help when he's done with the signal if all goes well.." I pause for a minute to take a deep breath. "We will meet back here before dark. I will be expecting a car to be ready to go, we don't know how much of the undead will be in this camp, we are going in blindly, so if all else fails just leave and don't look back." I finish my speech, that took a while to get out.