Let's Just Say When A Zombie Apocalypse Breaks Out In Broward County Florida , The Members Only Crew Has To Stick Together And Take On Some Zombies . Walking Dead Type Shit .
We were approaching the city limits of Miami when ski spoke up from the drivers seat, "Yo, it's gonna be like about another thirty minutes to an hour to get to our place, so y'all can sleep or sum till we get there. I'll wake y'all up if something happens."
I listened to ski as I looked out the window. Everything was destroyed. It all happened in a short amount of time too man.
One minute we're performing the next we're running for our damn lives from these cannibal mother fuckers.
"X, you Gucci vro?" Ski asks as he looks at me through the rear view mirror. "Yeah man, I'm boolin. Just thinking." He stares at me for a few more seconds then places his eyes back on the road. I continued to stare out the window, seeing a few of those monsters hobbling around outside.
Within a couple of seconds, the sky got dark and I could see lighting gather up in the clouds. "What the fuck," I whisper to myself. I never knew a storm could form so fast. Like the sky turned black within like three seconds. "Man what? How that shit happen so fast?" I hear ski murmur in the drivers seat. "I'm sayin vro, that shit went from 0 to 100 real quick." I say as I look at the road ahead of us.
I start to recognize the street we're riding on and notice we're pretty close to our hideout place. Hopefully our plan for staying there would work. If it doesn't, well... we're pretty much fucked. Cause I'm not doing no walking dead type shit, tryna fight other niggas while killing these zombie hoes.
Why the fuck were they beefing anyway. Like you would think that since these niggas could die at any second, there would be some type of peace right? HELL NAH. These niggas be out here battling and shit.
My nigga Glenn got duffed and everything. Man what? Like why couldn't everyone work together, then y'all would have to worry about somebody on y'all asses 24/7. But that sound like a personal problem.
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As we were driving down the street, I see this fat ass flash of blue light from my peripherals, so I turn my head and see lighting crashing down in one place.
Like, non stop. Like a fat ass kamehameha that never stopped. It kept going on for awhile till it finally let up. "Ski did you just see that shit?" I ask ski seeing as he's the only one awake besides me. "Hell nah vro, what was it?" He asks glancing in the rear view. "Man, I don't even know. It was some weird sh-," I was cut off by some loud ass thunder. Like that shit sounded like a damn nuke.
Ski swerved out of the lane for a few seconds then finally regained his position. "MAN, ON THE GOD DAMN NIGGAS I ALMOST SHIT MYSELF!" He screamed as he sped up a bit. See, I can't even fake. I jumped high as fuck when the thunder came.
"Man, what are y'all niggas yelling about?" Purpp asked from the passenger seat. I just look at him like
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"Bruh did you not just hear that thunder?" I question him. I look around at the others and noticed they were still asleep. How the fuck did these niggas sleep through that shit? "Hell nah I ain't hear that shit, y'all niggas trippin." He said then fell back asleep.
I lean my head on one of my hands, "I really can't stand none of these hoes." I look up in the rear view mirror and see ski's eyes were closing every couple of seconds. "Yo Ski, pull over bruh. I'll drive, get some sleep, I'll wake y'all up when we get there." Ski pulls over to the side of the road.
We haven't seen any zombies around lately so it was safe to get out the car. I had to climb over Gazzy dumb ass cause he got in the car last. When I got out I dapped up ski then go into the drivers seat.
I look in the mirror to see if ski got in yet, but I see him trying to push Pump over in the seat.
A few seconds later pumps eyes open and they're blood shot red. He then looks at ski and starts snarling. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Not my nigga pump vro WHAT THE FUCK!" Ski pulls out his gun and aims it at pump putting his finger on the trigger. "I'm sorry vro," he says as he starts to apply pressure.
"BRUH CHILL, SKI NIGGA CHILL!" Pump starts screaming. "I'm just playing bruh chill!" He shouts as he puts his hands up in defense. "BRUH IM REALLY BOUT TO WHOOP ON YO DUMB ASS, FUCK YOU PRETENDING TO BE A ZOMBIE FOR WHEN WE SURROUNDED BY EM?!" He yells as he starts pacing. "NIGGA I ALMOST SHOT YOU FOR NO REASON!" He says exasperated, placing his head in his hands. "Damn ski, my bad bruh. I was just tryna be funny." He explains, looking down sadly.
"Man, I almost just killed my nigga," he whispers to himself. "Bruh, just don't do that shit again man. And why the fuck yo eyes so damn red?!" He asks upset. "Bruh, my eyes always get red when I wake up." Gazzy explains.
Ski just shakes his head, closing his eyes. "Just scoot over Pump." Gazzy complies and he gets into the car leaning his head on the window. "Alright, we gon be there soon. Y'all can go back to sleep if y'all want." I started driving down the road again while they nodded their heads.
