The Outbreak (MiniCat)

Chapter 3

Jonathan's/Delirious' POV

"Where do we go?!" Brock asks while running alongside Brian, Marcel, Arlan, and I. "I don't know! Every building in the whole fucking city is infested with those.... Things!" Marcel answers. "Well we better find somewhere to stay fast because we can't run forever and I do not plan on being eaten by some creepy ass cannibals today!" Brian exclaims through pants. Where could we stay?! There's no way we could find a place that doesn't have those zombie things! We'd have to find a place that doesn't have that many zombies in it... Maybe a house! Houses don't have that many people depending on the size! All we'd have to do is clear it out and we're all set! "Guys! Let's find a house! It'll probably have a few of those zombies in it, but all we'd have to do is kill them And we'd be home free!" I suggest. "Y-Yeah! That sou-nds like a g-good idea!" Arlan stutters.

~~ Timeskip to when they find a house, kill the zombies in it, and board everything up ~~

"Fuck yeah! Brian and I get the master bedroom!" Brock announces before grabbing Brian's wrist and dragging him towards the master bedroom. Marcel, Arlan, and I each exchange looks until I reach a desicion. "You two fuckboi's can have the other bedroom. I'll take the couch." I say, walking over to the couch. "Okay!" Marcel shouts happily, grabbing Arlan's hand and dragging him away. Just before the two are out of sight, I see Arlan mouthing me a 'thank you'. Hehe, you're welcome you sly fuck. I smile to myself and relax, thinking to myself. Ugh, I'm so fucking bored! If only there was wi-fi in a zombie apocalypse... I hear my stomach grumble, signifying that I'm hungry. I need fooooooood!!!! I stand up and walk into the kitchen. I look through all of the cupboards as well as the refrigerator, but I still find nothing. I let out a huff of frustration until I get a painfully stupid idea. I could always just look through the other houses for food. There aren't any laws in the world anymore, so I could always break in and grab a can of fruit or some shit like that. With that, I search the house for a paper and pencil, and write down a little note. It's reads:

Dear Fucktards,
              I'm hungry so I'm going to go check out the neighboring houses for some food. It shouldn't take too long so don't worry your pretty little heads over me.
                        With Love,
                                   Jonathan

PS. Please don't do anything stupid. I don't want to come back to a house full of zombies.

I let out a small giggle before placing the note on the couch. I grab my bag and my machete and leave the safety of the house. From what I can see, there isn't that many zombies out on the streets, and the ones that are aren't really paying me any mind. I walk from house to house, grabbing anything that I deem useful. As I'm searching the houses, I find one that has a small barricade is chairs piles up in front of the door. I raise an eyebrow in confusion and move the chairs aside. Pft, some barricade... Wait... Why is there a barricade? Is someone here?! I tense at the thought and continue through the house with caution. I go up a stair case to see several doors leading to other rooms. I creep through the hall, opening the doors and peeking in as I pass them. I open the first door to reveal a bathroom, the second to reveal an empty bedroom, and the third to reveal... Oh shit. I stare at the man, frozen with fear. "Uh... This is awkward." I laugh nervously before shutting the door and dashing towards the exit. I hear the door swing open behind me, startling me. I run down the stairs and towards the door. Just before I reach the door, I turn around to check if the guy is behind me to see a man come crashing into me. I yelp as we both fall to the floor. He knocks my weapon out of my hands, pinning me to the ground. I begin to shake uncontrollably as I think of the inevitable. "Who are you?" The man on top of me growls, making me flinch. "J-Jonathan! My name is Jonathan! Please let me go!" I plead, a single tear falling down my cheek. He sees this and leaps off of me. "I-I'm sorry! You just scared me. You had a knife in your hand, so I thought you were dangerous!" The man apologizes while grabbing my hand and yanking me off of the ground in one swift, quick movement. I stumble forward, but he grabs me and pulls me into his chest before I can fall. He holds me closely as if his life depended on it, making my face heat up. I look up at him as he looks down at me. Chocolate brown eyes. Fohawk. Canadian. Yep, that is one sexy mother fucker. I feel my knees buckle, but this guys grip on my is too tight for me to fall. "I'm Evan by the way." He says without breaking our eye contact. A voice booms out of nowhere, making me squeak in surprise. "Evan! Who the fuck is this guy?!" Another man asks as he stomps down the stairs with a shotgun in his hands. I whimper in terror as the man cocks the gun and points it at me. "Hey, hey, hey, hey! Calm down, Tyler!" Evan exclaims, turning us around so his back is facing 'Tyler'. "What the fuck are you doing to the poor kid?" Tyler questions as he lowers his gun. Evan looks down and blushes when he realizes what he's doing. "Oh shit! I wasn't even playing attention! Sorry, Jon!" He apologizes again, letting go of me and taking a step back. Jon? No one's ever called me that before. I like it. "I-It's okay." I say, stumbling on my words. "Well Jon, why the fuck are you here?" Tyler asks with a pissed tone on his voice. Jeez, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. "I got hungry so I was scouting the houses for food since ours is completely empty." I answer truthfully. "Ours?" The two ask in unison. I tense and hang my head. "N-Nothing!" I say, taking a step back. "So you aren't the only one here?" Tyler questions, taking a step towards me. "No! I'm the only one here!" I say, reaching back for the doorknob. "Where do you think you're going, fucker?! You think you and whoever else you brought with you can try to kill us and get away with it?!" Tyler spits before lunging at me. I scream before darting out the door and running towards where the guys and I are staying. "Guys! Help! A psychopath is trying to kill me!!!" I call as I reach the house, banging on the door in hopes that one of the guys will hear me. Just as the door opens, I feel myself being pulled back. Tyler twists one of my arms behind my back and points the shot gun at my head. I look up to see an unamused Brian. "What did you do this time, Jonathan?" Brian huffs, crossing his arms. What the fuck, Brian?! This guy is holding me at gun point and he doesn't even look worried for his own life, let alone mine! "Tyler! Let him go! What has gotten into you!" Evan's voice calls from behind me. Before I know it, Tyler is yanked off of me. I quickly run inside and hide behind Brian, peeking over his shoulder to see what's going on. "Get off of me, Evan!" Tyler growls as he shoves Evan off of him. What? Why would someone that had only known me for about three seconds trust me over someone they've known for longer?

Hmm... I don't know Delirious. Why would Evan save you? Could it be that he loves you?