[Hayes' Point Of View:]
As we got closer to Walmart, Bridgette made a shopping list on what to buy. She listed everything from food to medicine.
After a traffic light, I turned left and entered the carpark of Walmart.
Kirsten, Bridgette, Cameron and I half-ran, half-walked to Walmart while Tez stayed in my car. We barged into the entrance with giggles and smirks on our faces.
We took Bridgette's list, took a shopping cart and headed to the respective aisles. I went with Kirsten to the medical aisle. I put Kirsten into the cart and she said, "I'm on top of the wo- Of Walmart!" We grabbed two-first aids kits, four packs of bandages and a few tablets.
[Kirsten's Point Of View:]
After we 'slam-dunked' the items into the cart where I was practically pretending to be Jack from The Titanic, I got off to get more of the items on the list.
I left Hayes to look at the pizzas at the 'frozen food' section while I went to get 6 torches and dashed to the hardware department to get my hands on 2 boxes of double 'a' batteries.
The four of us met at the cashier to pay for the goods. We scurried to the sliding doors and made a great din running towards Hayes' minivan in parking lot. Tez looked at us, assuming we lost our sanity. His mouth was open as his back leaned onto the car. He almost dropped his phone in laughter because we looked like like kids in a playground.
That nostalgic feeling.
Anyways, we got into the car and organised the items in our shopping bags into piles. We tried to maximize the 70 square feet of space we had in Hayes' car to make it feel like our little home. The driver and passenger's seat was our lounge/living room. The second row of seats was like our den and office. We kept important things like maps and documents in a drawer under the seats. The last row of seats, though it's the biggest of them all, that is our kitchen. Maybe it is not the most best place to sleep in. With all our shopping and food, that is definitely not a good combination with sleep. Or rest, or relaxation.
About twenty minutes later, we reached the gas station. The five of us got out of the car, Hayes took one of the nozzles of the gas refilling station and stuck it into the filler neck.
Tez, Cameron, Bridgette and I went into the convenience store to check out some food.
Cameron grabbed a few bags of chips while I got some pizza and heated it in the microwave. We paid for the items and walked out of the store.
Hayes was tired so I let him sit in the passenger's seat for the next half of the ride.
We got into the car and fastened our seat belts. I took out the paper bag where the cashier had placed the six slices of pizzas I bought and passed it to Hayes to guess what was inside.
He immediately knew it was pizza so he took a slice and ate it.
I drove on the empty roads of Los Angeles and opened the front window of the car. The air smelt like nothing but car exhaust though we were the only car on the road.
We made it to the bunker in an hour and Cameron and Bridgette were about to finish a bag of chips.
[Hayes' Point Of View:]
We all got very quiet as Kirsten pulled into a helipad long since reclaimed by the gray sandy dirt.
The bunker's exterior had bare cinder block peeking out while strips of paint wrinkled away from the walls. Pieces of rusty metal panels leaned back against the walls while metal screws were scattered on the ground. Water stains formed brown abstract on the windows of the base.
As we got out of the car, a smell of blood flooded my nose and mouth. Kirsten and I had to swallow back a rush of puke that rose to the raw soreness of our throats.
Bridgette locked the doors and we were off into the darkness that enveloped the remote area of the bunker.
As we tip-toed inside, used bullets and grenades decorated the floor of the base.
Sounds of doors screeching and 'helloes' were heard as we laid a foot on the metal flooring. It sounded like someone was trapped.
Oh no.
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1 a.m Habit
Teen Fiction"It's 1 am, where are we going?" "We have all night, every night, don't stress." In their 6 years of friendship, whether its summer or not, ideas of what to exactly do late at night doesn't really come that naturally. Their minds are usually blank...
