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The Team Crafted RV

Adam’s POV

I could hear Ty throwing up before I could see him. I was up in the front being a nice Bacca and driving the RV, when I heard the sound of lunch and breakfast being tossed.

“JUSTIN!” I yelled to my thirteen year-old cousin,” GET TY A PAPER BAG OR SOMETHING! ACTUALLY, NO GET A TRASH BAG!” Justin came running in, holding one of those mega-sized black trash bags.

“This good?” he asked, flipping his brown hair out of his face.

“Sure, but put another one inside in case it leaks.”

“M’ kay. Should I give him some drugs?” we had a little inside joke where we called medicine drugs. (Haha, awkwo explanation to cover up the funny thing that could have been taken in bad ways. Imagine drug lord Adam… Actually, don’t.)

“Wait until he stops throwing up. Then you can.” I said.

“OK.” He ran out of the room, carrying the two trash bags with him. I stared at the stars. Now that all of the state’s power was down, you could see the stars in amazing detail. It was around one, and the moon was high in the sky.

“JASON!” I yelled. He came lumbering in. He was the only person in the RV who hadn’t gotten drunk on five hour energy, and had been sleeping for the last four hours, a little less than half of the time in the RV so far. We still had seven hours to go in the car and we were all feeling annoyed and cramped. We had stolen a pretty big RV from a family turned into zombies, but it still didn’t fit six dudes, one of which threw up every ten minutes. It was definitely a great ‘bonding’ trip. We were fighting constantly, and pranks were one of the only things that kept us from killing each other.

“Whoa.” Jason said, looking at the stars. He had always loved space and things, hence his fandom and username.

“Thought you might like that.” I said, gazing at the stars as well. You could see a few shooting stars peppering the sky, and in the distance, mountains hid the Milky Way.

“Ima go back to sleep.” Jason said. He rubbed his eyes and stumbled back out of the driver’s area. Justin came in, looking a little green.

“Did I ever tell you how much I hate puke?” he said.

“Sorry. I would have helped, but someone has to drive, and you are thirteen.”

“Come on man! Can’t I drive? Who’s gonna catch us, the zombie policemen standing in the middle of the road? DOOD WATCH OUT!!” he yelled. I had been looking at him, and had failed to notice the five zombies standing in the center of the road. I swerved to miss most, but I hit one and it splattered on the window.

“EEW!” Justin yelled. I calmly turned on the windshield wipers, and made it so I could see again. I heard more hacking in the other room.

“SORRY!” I yelled through the door.

“UHGHGHGHGHG!” Ty moaned. He was definitely not feeling well.

“Come one Adam, please let me drive! You need sleep! Look at the circles under your eyes!” Justin whined. I pulled down the mirror, and he was telling the truth. Dark circles sat under my brown eyes, and they seemed glazed over with exhaustion.

“Fine. But wake me up in five minutes. FIVE!” I said.

“OK!” Justin smiled, and I switched seats. I gave him a quick lesson in how to drive, and made the seat lay back, like a recliner. I closed my eyes and fell asleep in seconds.

~Five Hours Later~

When I woke up it was light outside. It was peaceful for a second, and I wondered what videos I would post that day. Then I realized I had told Justin to wake me up in five minutes.

“JUSTIN!!” I yelled.

“Hello!” he said from the driver’s seat, holding the steering wheel.

“I told you to wake me up in five minutes!” I said.

“Ohhhhhh I thought you said five hoouuurs.” He said, obviously lying.

“What time is it?” I asked, stretching out.

“Um, nine.” He said.

“DOOD I WAS SUPPOSED TO CALL TYLER TAN HOUR AGO!!” I yelled. “HE’LL THINK WE DIED!!!”

“I somehow doubt that.” Justin said, adjusting the steering wheel. I grabbed my phone and speed dialed Tyler, or MunchingBrotato’s number.

“SKY!” he yelled.

“TYLER!” I said.

“Hey, what the situation?” he asked.

“We are in the desert, almost to Los Angeles.”  I said.

“I went to Nevada. There are still zombies here though. I might head to LA to.”

“But dood, we already have like fifteen people at the house! I’ll call you once we get there, but I just don’t think it would be good.”

“OK. Well, I’ll call you back. I need to go get some food.”

“Bye man.” I said.

“Bye.” I hung up. Justin was still driving, his long bangs barely covering his eyes.

“OK. Ima go get some breakfast, and once I get back I am driving. That, or Jerome is.”

“Great.” He said. “EAT FOOD CHILD!” I gave him a funny look and went into the main room. Ty was still sitting at the table, his pale face pressed onto the table. Jerome and Mitch were asleep on the small couch. I snapped a picture with my phone and posted it on Instagram, writing:

OOH! Da feels! Hashtag Merome!

I knew no one would see it, but I posted it anyway. If anyone did, at least it would make them smile. I ran to the ice chest and got a bag of cereal and poured myself a bowl. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was. I inhaled the cereal and went back to the driver’s seat. Justin was kind of scaring me, playing Minecraft PE and keeping the wheel steady with his knees.

“OK, get up, you’re driving worse than my dad.” My dad was famous in our family for getting in two wrecks in one day. Justin stood up and grabbed his phone. He went into the other room, playing on his phone. I began driving, hoping that we wouldn’t run into zombies again. Suddenly, Jerome ran in.

“WHAT IS THIS?!” he said, holding his phone.

“It is Merome. Now drive the RV, I need to go elsewhere!” I pushed him into the driver’s seat, and bounded out the door.

“UNTAMEABLE!!!”