Chapter 3
When Duke and Jam returned, they found me and Bean arguing about what to do.
"Whass up?" Duke chimes setting the supplies on the table. A gallon of water, 3 20-packs of Pepsi, a loaf of bread, a ton of fruit, and some Oreo boxes, 15 to be exact. That was just one hand. He's extremely strong and looks like a brown dust bunny with his chocolate skin and dark brown mop of hair.
"What do mean, leave? We can't leave, this is our home!" Jam yelled wagging her tail furiously. Yes, Jam is a talking dog. She got radioactive waste inside of her and now she can talk. She found us cowering in Duke's basement. Duke's cousin's apartment buildings to be exact. We were at a party and we all were playing hide-and-go-seek, when the furnace busted and knocked us out. That somehow saved us from the nuclear bomb, the nuclear bomb that wiped out pretty much all of the humans, well at least that is what we think.
"We mean that we are running out of supplies. There is nothing for us here," Bean said.
"Where will we go?" Duke said very exceptionally he walked over to our, somehow working, fridge and grab the Coke. In less than five seconds, it was gone, a 2 liter bottle.
"I don't know somewhere else," Bean said putting away what they had brought up.
"Why there might be something dangerous," Jam said scurry around the penthouse.
"Listen," I yelled Jam stopped abruptly, "we will only starve if we don't leave. We might have to face many dangers but..." a loud rumble stop me.
"Was that?"Jam questioned. Duke rushed to grab his 370 BB. I grab a crowbar, I'm a retro man. Jam bared her teeth, Bean pulled her ever present '94 pistol I don't know why she even has it. I inched towards the door. I was about a foot away when there was a thumping on the door.
