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PoV- Nanners
(I was too lazy to write all of that down so I just used a screen shot lol) (PS. Play the song when told)
Nanner's PoV
I sit on the windowsill of the abandoned house the guys picked out to stay for a few days. Max is standing next to the door, twirling his knife. Chilled is reloading his pistol on the bed. Ritz is relaxing on the coach, pretending the TV is on to remind him of when the world hadn't gone to shit. Galm and Smarty are making small talk in the corner of the room... Just the usual. I wish life was back to normal. All of us hanging out together, playing video games and making dirty jokes for a camera... We were living the life, but now... I don't know what we are now. I loud bang erupts from inside the house, ripping me away from my thoughts. We all stare at the door with fear and curiosity. Max looks over at us and holds a finger to his lips. "You guys stay here, I'm gonna go investigate. Whatever you do, do not open this door unless I say so." Max orders, taking control of the situation. He readies his knife before cautiously opening the door and creeping out the room, silently shutting the door behind him. Ritz stands up and walks over to the door, waiting for when Max comes back. We all sit there anxiously, growing impatient for Max's return. A sudden clang followed by a familiar scream echoes throughout the house, making us all grow tense. The scream stops suddenly with a faint thump. We wait a few minutes in silence, unaware of what's going on. Ritz gives us all a fearful glance before looking at the door. He takes a deep breath before slowly opening the door. Just as he was about to tell us that it was all clear, a long arm reaches into the room and grabs Ritz. He screams in pain as what used to be Max claws at him and pulls him closer. He unhinges his jaw and takes a big chunk out of Ritz's neck. "Alright, time to go!" I exclaim as I jerk the window open. I jump out the window as the guys scurry over. Just as I was helping Chilled out, Smarty trips over one of our discarded bags. He hisses in pain as Galm quickly runs to his aid. "My ankle! I-I think I dislocated it..." He exclaims, eyes filled with pain. "Fuck! Uh, hold on let me see it." Galm says, looking at Smarty's swollen ankle. "Galm! We don't have time for this! Just pick him up and carry him with us! We'll fix his ankle when we're safe!" I demand. "Don't you get it, Nanners?! We're never safe! Now is as good of a time as any!" He argues, redirecting his attention back to Smarty's situation. Just as Galm relocates Smarty's ankle, both Ritz and Max were on their tails. Just as Galm gets Smarty up, Ritz laches onto Smarty's shoulder and rips it to shreds with his bare teeth. "JOHN!!!" Galm shouts with tears streaming down his face. "C'mon, Galm! It's too late for him! We have to go!" I call, my own tears threatening to fall. Max begins to make his way towards Galm as he runs for the window. He makes it halfway through when Max, Ritz, Smarty, and the zombie that turned Max all latch onto his legs. He screams in pain as their sharp finger nails dig into his skin and pull him back into the room. Chilled and I gasp and grab his arms, pulling him back. Galm grits his teeth in pain as he looks behind him. He stares at what used to be Smarty's face and relaxes. He looks up and Chilled and I with a big goofy grin on his face. "It was an honor living in Hell with you guys. Please... Don't forget us... because I promise we're never going to forget you. Thank you, for always being there for us. For being our friends. It was a hell of a ride... and we all made it this far. You guys are going to make it through this... and even if you don't, we'll be waiting for you. All of us." He says with tear stained cheeks. "C'mon Galm, don't talk like that! We're going to get out of this together! We're going to find a cure! We can fix them! We can help them together! We can help everyone!" Chilled cries out, pulling harder. "Goodbye, guys..." He yanks himself from my grip and grabs Chilled's hand, pulling him off his arm before letting go, letting himself be pulled in by the guys. Chilled and I stare in horror as Galm is torn to shreds, screaming every second of the way as he painfully turns into a zombie. Chilled begins to hyperventilate as I grab his hand, pulling him away from the house in a sprint. "We can't just leave them! They're our friends!" He screams. "They've all been turned, Anthony! The only hope we have now is to find the cure and give it to them when this shit show is over!" I state, crying as memories of them flash through my head. Goodbye... Family...
