The Downfall of YouTube

Althea- A "Fun" Trip

      Within a few minutes, everyone was following behind my truck and things were going smoothly. I was surprised, grateful and cautious all at the same time. Wade helped by checking the mirror out his window and the streets nearby. "Turn here," he said and I did, watching as car by car the rest of the group followed. Just a little bit ahead of us was a huge store, it's only purpose was for guns and fishing stuff etc..

      "It's gigantic!" I gawked.

      Wade smiled as he unbuckled his seat. "We'll be set for months with all of this. What kind of weapon are you hoping for? I prefer a shotgun myself."

      I thought about it for a moment, unsure and taken off guard by the question. I hadn't even had a chance to think about it. Backing into a parking space in front of the main doors, I replied "Probably a bow and arrow. I used to practice that a lot when I was younger." It's true. I do enjoy a bow more than a gun. They're silent and there isn't any hard knock-back.

      "That's pretty cool. We'll be sure to grab all the arrows we can for you then."

      "And we'll grab loads of shotgun ammo for you," I smiled back, exiting the car. Mark was just pulling in, followed by MatPat and Bob the Beetle. They exited their cars and met around mine.

      "I have an idea," Bob said first. "We should assign one car for ammo storage and one for food and one for medical supplies etc. so it's better organized until we find a safe place to crash."

      "Hey, that's a really good idea," I admitted. Mark agreed with a quick nod.

      "I agree," Matt said, smiling at me. Now I could die happy.

      "It's settled then," Bob decided. "Althea, you think the back of your truck would be good for our weapons? Rifles can be pretty big." He did have a point there.

      "That's fine as long as I'm not the only one unloading everything. I'm too tiny and weak," I whined jokingly. Everyone laughed.

"Seems fair enough," Mark grinned goofily. And with that, we all walked into the gun store, the beginning of chaos in the city echoing behind us.

Inside, there was a hunter's dream; AKs and snipers and pistols and bows lined the walls with ammo filling every nook and cranny available. Our group stared and it in awe until Mark jolted us awake saying "Take it all."

We all ran in different directions, grabbing everything and anything, filling up carts as employees were fleeing, just now hearing the news. I examined all of the bows in front of me and held a few. One was beautiful and fit in my hands perfectly. I grabbed that with at least 100 arrows, a quiver that held 20 more, and put them in my cart. As I ran to the pistols, I saw Wade running by, at least 3 shotguns in his cart. I giggled and waved as I reached the pistols.

Having an actual gun was a good idea for backup, and a small pistol was perfect. I found a 22. and a gun holster to put on my leg. I put in the holster while grabbing boxes and boxes of ammo for it.

There were also a bunch of good quality hunting clothes, like camp hoodies and tough pants and combat boots, so I grabbed a bunch and changed out of my clothes into the new. I pulled the hood on my head, satisfied and went searching for more supplies.

I saw a mini hatchet and knew it would be good for firewood and grabbed it and a cover, dropping it in the cart. Within another half hour, my entire cart was filled with special killing goodies. Matt and everyone else were waiting at the front entrance as I reached them, their carts loaded as well.

"We're all good on weapons?" Matt asked. We all said yes and left the store, fully loaded. We were loading the guns and other killing devices into my truck when I saw a few zombies shuffling our way. I instantly grabbed my 22. and loading it, shooting the bullets into each of their skulls.

"You guys keep loading. I'll cover, but you've got to hurry!" I warned.

"You got it, Althea," Wade said, speeding up.

More zombies were approaching, and fast. I unloaded bullets into their skulls and they dropped like flies, but there were so many and they were beginning to advance on me. "Guys.... Hurry!" I yelled.

"Done!" Bob exclaimed, running to his car. "We'll follow you and Wade!" The others left too, getting in their separate vehicles.

"Get in, I'll cover you," Wade promised. I jumped in the driver's seat without hesitation, hearing shotgun shells echoing everywhere. Wade got in the car shortly after and I backed out of the parking spot fiercely, hitting a zombie or two.

"Floor it!" We took off, turning down a road without any zombies in the street. There was blood on my front window so I used my windshield wipers to get it off quickly.

One by one I saw cars of the other YouTubers trailing along behind me as Wade asked where we were going. I slowed the car so I could think better. "We need medicine, food, toiletries, that kind of stuff," I said.

He nodded in agreement, "So what about a place like RiteAid?" I agreed and he guided the truck to it.

Mark decided that his car would be good for food and small items because he didn't have much space and we agreed. We piled in as much water bottles as possible, along with water purification tablets and beef jerky. Mark's car was so full that I had to sit on the truck to make sure it snapped shut.

Mark stood next to me and I chilled on the truck, the others still grabbing supplies. "We haven't actually had a chance to talk yet," he told me, extending a hand. I took it, shaking it. "That we haven't." I agreed.

"Where are you from?"

"Dublin, Ireland," I replied.

"Have you ever met Jacksepticeye?" It almost looked like hope in his eyes as he questioned me. Why was that there?

I hadn't met Jack in real life and told Mark that. He seemed disappointed. I felt kinda awkward, so I changed the subject. "Where do you think we're gonna find a place to crash tonight?"

I could practically see him debating ideas in his head. I waited patiently for an answer for a minute or so until he said, "Probably would be outside of town. A country home or something. It's gotta be big enough for us all, and big enough to store things. We'd be able to board up the windows, have someone guarding outside at all times, and we'd be good to go."

He was right. It was a brilliant plan. "I have no idea how to leave town though," I admitted. "I'm sure Wade'll know," Mark assured me.

In a moment or so, everyone was around Mark's trunk. Matt was carrying at least 10 folded blankets and I couldn't see his head behind them. He grabbed one and game it to me. "You'll need it tonight," he smiled. I blushed like crazy and couldn't reply like a normal human. "T-th-thanks," I managed to get out.

Wade was next to him with a bunch of pillows and he handed me one. "For you, m'lady," he grinned, acting like a knight as he bowed and presented it to me. I played along, giggling. "Why, thank you good sire," accepting the pillow graciously.

"Alright everybody let's go. We're gonna try and find a house outside of town to crash at tonight," Mark stated, shooing me off his trunk and heading to the driver's seat. I went to my truck with Wade and got in. "Know how to get out of town?" "Yeah," Wade answered, pointing to a different road. "Head that way."

With that, we began driving away from the store. We had almost everything we needed to survive. All that was left was a home base, and that's exactly what we were going to get.