Brain Dead (BL)

Chapter One

I always knew this day would come. The day when the dead walked among us. No, seriously. I knew this day would come. In fact, I had been preparing for it for quite some time now.

Previous to this day, many people thought I was crazy. 'Oh, look at Steve', 'He's an idiot being so into zombies and stuff', 'Oh that nerd will never get a girlfriend'. Well, I bet none of them are laughing now that it's actually happened!

I still don't have a girlfriend, but that's not the most important thing. The most important thing is that I'm ready-and they aren't. As much as I hate it, I'm going to go back a little bit and explain what's going on here. I have to go back to when I was still a nerd. Well actually, I'm still a nerd now but I'm a better nerd now-because I was right!

Ehem, anyway. Let's go back to this morning when I was laying on my bed in my dorm. That's right, I'm a university student. I'm currently in my second year of Game Development and it's awesome. I mean, I can't continue it now because of the whole apocalypse thing, but it was cool. Super cool. Waking up in the morning in time for class lectures was not cool though. Let's just say I was never a wake-up-early kinda guy. So, getting up in time was always a struggle. My room-mate was also in Game Development, but he wasn't as cool as me.

Sorry, Mark.

We were friends since day one. This guy was the best and worst wingman I had ever had. He's also the only wingman I ever had. He was stocky with a mop of red hair on the top of his round head, he was also quite large-and I don't mean tall. It suited him though, I couldn't imagine Mark as a skinny guy. It just wouldn't be the same Mark if he was.

"Dude," he mumbled with a tiny fart, "I think it's time to get up."

I didn't know how he could even talk, let alone sit up in his bed. The night before we stayed up until two hours before the alarm went off, playing Zombie Mayhem. It was amazing, we almost beat level 104 but then Mark fell asleep. I couldn't do it without him, so I went to sleep too.

So you could imagine how tired we were when we woke up from only two hours sleep. Yeah, that's right. I couldn't even pee without missing the toilet bowl.

Too much information?

Sorry.

I managed to get myself dressed, to some degree, and headed out of the room with Mark. I decided to grab a cup of coffee before class, hoping it would perk me up a little bit. It worked. Kinda. We sat down in the middle row because even though we loved this class, we weren't idiots. Nobody sat in the front row when our lecturer constantly spits while talking. He loved to say the words 'people' and 'performance'. So you can imagine how much spit flies from his mouth.

He was cool, but gross.

Class was pretty mediocre, he didn't teach us much that we didn't already know. I'm pretty sure Mark fell asleep for a few minutes of the lecture, but I'm not sure because I was asleep too. After class, we headed down to the cafeteria to get some grub. By this time I was starving. I was so hungry I could eat Mark.

Sorry, Mark.

As we sat down with our trays, Mark pulled out his notepad and pen. I knew it was his notepad because it was dark blue with yellow stripes-he also had a unicorn sticker on the corner from his little sister. He hated it, but every time he tried to take it off she started crying. So he promised he would keep it on the notepad until he finished college.

He started to scribble in it, then looked up at me.

"Okay, so reviewing our topic. If there was a zombie apocalypse, what kind of weapon would you use? Choose both a small one and a big one." he said to me.