The Downfall of YouTube

Christopher - Home?

"Christopher! Same here bro!" Jack and I laugh at the blushing couple in the back. We high five and he adds the sound effects like he does-wait- did, every time for his videos.

After it grew dark and Dan and Phil had fallen asleep, Jack asks "Uh, Chris? Where exactly are we going?"

"To my house. We're already really close. The Con wasn't too far away even through I booked a hotel room. Everything's always really close in LA."

"Why?"

"So we can unload everything from my small- ass car. Then I'll drive and get as much weaponry as I can."

"Well, that makes sense..." He trails off. After a second he shouts in a whisper, "Wait! Christopher!"

"Jack? What is it?!" I ask concerned.

"We need to check if Mark's there! He has to be alive! He has to be! He was at the panel!" He asks frantically and quickly.

"Okay, buddy. Will do." I smile at him and try to calm him down. But deep down, I was a tad upset. I had known for a while about Jacks crush on his other best friend, Mark. It hurt me to think about it. What if they got together, and Jack wouldn't spend time with me anymore? Yet, those have to be old concerns now. It's the freaking apocalypse. The only things you worry about are your comrades, food, shelter, and most importantly, survival.

"Thank you, Chris. I don't know what I'd do without you." He smiles.

"Same here, Sean." I turn to the wheel again. We reach my house after about an hour of more driving. My house was kinda big, two floors, 2 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms. Just enough space for everyone. It had a tan outside color and an extremely plain yard.

"Welcome home." I say as I park the car in the driveway. Jack and I start unloading all the gear and supplies we stole from the hotel and Walmart. Taking all the backpacks, pillow cases, ect. and putting them on the front porch.

      "Now that I think about it, I have a pretty crap car, Jackaboy."

      "No! It's totally hot. But horrid for our situation now in the, well, zombie apocalypse." He says that sarcastically.

       "Quite aware of this, assface." I tease, grabbing the boxes holding the tents.

       "We should wake up Dan and Phil."

       "Go ahead then."

       "No."

       "It's your car!"

       "It's your idea!"

  He stares at me for a while and I give in. He's quite intimidating sometimes.  

    "Ugh! Fine." I say and wake up the two, while Jack grins at his win. They get out of the car sleepily and look around at the house. Phil instantly wakes up when he sees it. "Wow! It's so pretty! Chris, this is your house, right?"

"Yep. Thanks." I say, my British accent echoing in the night. "Can you help unload, both of you?"

"Yeah, sure." Dan says groggily, still tired.

"Yes! Of course! You saved our lives, Chris." Phil replies.

"Thank you, you two."