If you told me this morning that I would be running away, afraid for my life, from a purple light in the sky, with the gayest couple in town, I wouldn't have believed you. Hell, I still wouldn't, even when that's exactly what I have been doing for the last half hour. well, that and pissing my pants. Me, black and white (real names are Paul Davidson and Sam lachlin): the previously mentioned gay couple, took refuge in a now abandoned 7/11. As we barrelled over each other getting inside, black pushed a nearby shelf onto the door. After about an hour(that felt like an eternity) white ran over to black and started hugging him, which led to making out.
''Get a room, faggots" A raspy voice said from inside the store. With the sudden proclamation black jumped up and went behind the cash register - pulling out a red spray painted (hopefully) baseball bat. "who said that?" he called out into the dark abyss of an aisle. For a moment there is silence. *thuck* the store erupts in light.
A man is standing next to black, after flicking the light switch. He wears a dirty, slightly too large My Little Pony shirt and muddy jeans. He's missing a sleeve which is rapped around his face, either to hide his face or act as a rudimentary gas mask. After seeing the stranger Black attacks him, sending the man flying back into a shelf. He doesnt move. For a while. "is-is he dead?" I ask. Black approaches cautiously. As he arrives at the man, Black pokes him with the bat. No response. Black slowly reaches to the man, checking for a pulse. After holding his hand there for a while he pulls it back quickly. "He's alive, but knocked out. I'm looking for something sweet" he says under his breath.
Black hands the bat to me, getting to work on his scavenging. I take his mask, which had fallen off and use it to tie his hands together and to a thin support pillar. After, black walks back to us, Snucker bar in hand. As he bites in, he notices what I did. "oh. Good idea". He rests by white, after a while they both fall asleep. Soon, I follow suit.
