Apocalypse - H20Vanoss

Chapter 6 - A Little Messy

     Have you ever had that feeling where you're so terrified that your whole body seems to grow heavier and your breath just sinks deeper and deeper until your thoughts are scrambled and nothing makes sense anymore? I'm pretty sure most of us have had that feeling. It may of been quick, but it was still there. Unfortunately, that's what the four men were feeling at that very moment.

     Evan glanced behind him and instantly regretted it. "Shit.." He muttered under his breath, his ears picking up on the sound of the groans and moans and messy footsteps from the dead, who were now seeking out the four. Usually, it wasn't dangerous at daytime but this pack of creepers had been stalking the four for quite some time.

     Tyler ran down the hallway and his eyes widened at the scene in the hallway, "G-Guys.. we need to get the fuck out of here." He said, Craig following beside him.

     Jon backed up into the wall and closed his eyes for a second. "This isn't real," He thought to himself. "No way this can be real." Evan grabbed onto the blue sleeve and tugged it down the hallway.

     With Tyler and Craig following close behind, the four locked themselves in Jon's bedroom and began searching for supplies. "Grab anything you can, but not too much." Evan said, reaching for a black bag from earlier and checking to make sure everything was still there. A couple water bottles, a knife, some spare shorts and a jacket, and some breakfast bars. Perfect.

     Craig was helping Jon unravel some old plastic bags while Tyler was searching drawers for anything useful. He messily pulled the wooden drawers open and dug his hand into the mess of  random junk, filing around for anything somewhat good. He came across a couple flashlights, a few cigarette packs, and a lighter. But that was all. He looked up at the group and sighed. "Nothing not-shitty," He commented, looking down at the pile of random junk that originated from the smelly drawers. Tyler didn't know why the drawer had such an awful stench, but at that moment he really didn't care to find out.

     "We need to get out of here as fast as we fucking can," Evan said, zipping up his bag and looking over at Jon and Craig. "You two got anything?"

     Jon looked up and whispered a curse under his breath. "All the bags are mostly ripped or something. What happen to those backpacks we had?"

     The Canadian stood up and took the knife in his hand, pulling the black bag around his shoulder. "Those are long gone," He explained. "We can't risk anything."

     The American stood up along with him and widened his eyes. "Evan, those had tons of food in them! We can't just leave all that good shit here!"

     Evan squinted his eyes at the man and rolled his eyes. "I don't care, Jonathan." He argued, Craig and Tyler now stuffing the items from the drawer into the only couple of plastic bags that weren't ripped. They were buying into the conversation, just barely.

     Jon scoffed. "We'll starve out there! Everyone else is dead so no one is working and everyone else who survived has already raided the place! We need that stuff, Evan!" He yelled, getting a little frustrated. Couldn't he see how important those bags were?

     "I said, I don't care, Jon." The Canadian replied, crossing his arms. "Now shut up and get this shit together. We're going to die if we don't get out of here quick enough."

     The American grunted and rolled his eyes at his best friend. "Just give me a few minutes, 'ight? I'll go get the stuff. I think I know where it is-"

     Evan cut him off. "Jonathan, you aren't going anywhere." He said, looking him in the eyes. "I don't care how close the stuff is, I'm not going to risk your life."