The Downfall of YouTube

Christopher - Mark?

Everything was a chaotic mess, and I couldn't see anything other than hordes of zombies circling around me and probably my allies. I try my best to keep balance as I hit every zombie I can in the head with my knife. My empty pistols were of no use now. But there were too many. I was trapped, with no where to run, no where to hide, and no one to save me. It was the end, and I was afraid to die.

--Earlier that morning--

Jack and I were laughing and singing along to some songs, and Dan and Phil had occasionally jumped in with us. We were probably having a bit too much fun for the apocalypse. But whatever, everyone's most likely gonna die anyways. We mind as well make the most of it.

So, after finishing "Ode to Sleep" by Twenty One Pilots with all our tongues in a knot, Jack tapped my shoulder to get my attention. I look over at him with a curious look quickly, for I was still driving. "Yes, Jackaboy?" I smile and stare at the road ahead, the sun high in the sky. "We're close to his house." He says both nervously and excitedly. "Take that left." He points. I take the left and start up Mark's driveway. His house was absolutely gorgeous. The golden house had beautiful flowers in the front, although there were no decorations in the bed. There were dog toys scattered here and there across the lawn. A ripped up Rabbit and a few tennis balls. At this point, all I can say is that Mark has excellent taste. I park the car at the front door and watch Jack quickly scramble out of the passengers seat, running up to the entrance. He twists the nob and it surprisingly opens. Dan, Phil and I follow Jack into the house. I was stunned again. The inside was even more beautiful.

"Wow." Dan said when he walked into the vacant and deserted looking house."This is amazing..." Phil says. "I know right?!" I reply, looking at them both. I turn around to the sound of Jack's worried groans and a fist pounding the table top. "Jack, what's wrong?"

"He isn't here! All I found was a note from the Cyndago guys tellin' Mark they left to find a safer place to stay! Were could Mark be?!" He says frustrated and puts his hands over his eyes, rubbing them. I walk over to him. "We'll find him! Don't worry. All you need to do for us is think, Sean. Where would he have gone from the panel?" "I don't know!" He yells and I flinch. Backing away slowly, Dan and Phil come over to Jack and try to comfort him. Phil was rubbing his back, and Dan was standing next to me, placing a hand on jacks shoulder. He shrunk down a little so they could make eye contact. "Jack, listen to me." Dan starts "Now I know you've only known me for a little while, but you're probably making this life we have to live way more fun than it should. So please, for me, Chris, Phil, and Mark, think." He gestures to all of us as Phil speaks up, still rubbing his back, "Jack, you're a pretty fun guy, may I say. You seem to really understand me and laugh with and at me a whole lot. You are truly amazing, but now you need to be brave, just like a lion." Phil smiles and Jack looks up at him, Phil now in front of Jack.

"Where would Mark have most likely gone after the outbreak at GameCon?" Jack starts softly, "Well, he probably would have gone to maybe a weapon store to pick up supplies...Probably the closest store that sells weaponry..." "Great job, Jackaboy!" Phil says with a giant smile, using Sean's nickname. Meanwhile, I don't say anything. It seems Dan and Phil have a better handle on this situation than I did. Then I give in and smile, shouting loudly, "Then let's go!" Jack smiles and gets up, as me and the others head to the door. But out of the corner of my eye, I see Jack grabbing a picture of Mark off the side table, stuffing it into his pocket secretly. I frown. We really need to find Mark for him.

Back in the car, we head to the hunting store closest to the Con in complete silence. I park off to the side and get put, strapping my backpack to me and grabbing one of the hunting knives from Walmart. Phil loads his bow and Dan cocks his shotgun. Jack on the other hand was chuckling softly to himself, turning the two double pistols, one in each hand, on one finger each, saying quietly, "Death the Kid..." I smile at his craziness and we all slowly walk to the double doored shop, all aiming and ready. I mouth to them with my back against the left door, 'one...two...NOW!" As I bang my weight against the door, tightly gripping the knife. I look around and my jaw drops to the ground. Somebody was definitely here. Shelves were knocked over, bullets scattered across the tiled floor. Most of the weaponry was missing, only leaving empty spaces. I lower the life but remain aware of my surroundings. Dan was the fist to speak up, "Seems like we weren't the first ones here, eh?" I nod as Jack smiles hugely. "It must've been Mark!"

"Alright everybody, while we're here, we should make use of what's around us. Let's fill up our bags; supplies are always a good thing," I state, heading over to the knives in the far corner of the store, hearing the others scurry off in different directions. I head over to the clothing section and notice a whole bunch of feminine gear gone. If it was Mark here, he had company. Hopefully, friendly company. I grab some sweatshirts and a few pistol holsters. I also notice in the back, there were some illegal silencers. If the police had known about this, the store owner would have definitely been arrested. I grab all of them, because why not. I stuff everything I can into the backpack, and end up having to tie a sweatshirt around my waist, and putting on the holster. I head over to the knives and grab a few of those, also some matching knives holders to tie around my high waist and thigh. I also tie those and put the matching knives into the sockets. I walk over to the bullets and arrows to find Dan and Phil stuffing everything itno every pocket in there backpacks and on themselves. I laugh and tell them they're doing exactly what I wanted. I see Jack over at the pistols and notice he's grabbing all the smaller ones, but only the ones with a better magazine. I give him a holster from my backpack and tap his shoulder. He jolts around quickly and thanks me. He puts his gun in and straps it on. I tell everyone it's time to go. We pile into my mustang and we talk while we head back to my place.

"Who was in the panel with Mark?" I ask Jack as I turn right. "Bob and Wade. Why?"
"Well there were a ton of girl clothes missing from the store. I'm thinking he has other people with him other than Bob and Wade." "Oh..." Jack says, looking out the window up to the sky. Phil says from the back seat, "So the question here is," he pauses dramatically on purpose. He didn't speak until Dan hit him lightly in the arm and gave him a fake death glare. Phil laughs and becomes serious once again and says, "Who's with him?"

A/N: I know that my sister said that'd as thanks we would post more chapters, and the reason it's been so long is entirely my fault. I kept pushing off finishing this chapter and I couldn't think of what the write. The only reason why this got posted was because my sister helped get me past my case of writers block. So I apologize again for the lack of updates, don't blame Piper, and sorry again for the shorter-ish chapter. I hope you like it and I'll update again soon. Piper has already started hers, so expect that pretty soon. Okay, bye guys!

Love,
Paris