Death Plague

11

"Welcome to the armory," Linda announced as Mihael and Randall followed her into the back room. It wasn't so much an armory as it was a bunch of bats, Linda's two guns and a cast iron skillet.

"What happened to the pipes?"

"I needed them to fix my sink. I have pool noodles but those are proven to be less effective," Linda said. She walked over to the cabinet and retrieved nails, hot glue and duct tape. "Do you plan on keeping that knife stick? 'Cause if you do it's gonna need an upgrade."

"Fuck off, my knife stick is great."

"Whatever, I'll be right back. Help yourself to anything but the guns." She dashed out of the room. Randall grabbed the skillet and Mihael went for a blue softball bat of his own.

"I'm not sure why she has that, she can hardly hold it up, let alone swing with it," Mihael said. He put his bat down and sat next to it as his phone went off. He jerked it out of his pocket and it yelled at him to charge it again. Linda and her stupid Iphone obsession. "I don't suppose you carry an android charger with you do you?"

"Sorry, but no." Randall said as he sat in front of him.

"Good, that would be weird," Mihael said as he dismissed the notification so he could check the message. "I love you too.". He couldn't help but grin down at his phone.

"Aw, look how gay," Linda walked back in and dropped a wood staff and a tube of superglue in his lap.

"Oh shut up. What's this?"

"It's better than the stick you ripped off a tree, it'll hold up better and give you a better grip," She held up ribbon, "And this, is for a little flare." Mihael rolled his eyes but grabbed the glue gun and plugged it in. He began to untie the rope loosely holding the knife onto the stick as Linda sat with them.

"So five eleven, what's your deal? What were you doing out when there's a nationwide alert for everyone to stay inside?"

"How did you know my height?"

"Don't worry about it just answer the question."

"I was checking to see if anyone needed help, also I was already outside when the alert went out," Randall explained.

Linda stared at him for a few seconds, "Okay."

Mihael began putting the glue on his stick as Linda quizzed Randall about pointless things she claimed were important.

"You can tell a lot about someone by their favorite sandwich Mihael, shut up!"

"Whatever, just give me the ribbon."

Linda grinned, "I knew it."

"Silence child."

Randall laughed as Linda grumbled about the three week age difference, "So what can you tell about someone by their favorite sandwich?"

"Well," Linda grinned and sat up straight, "If someone's favorite sandwich is PB and J, they're basic as hell. A ham and cheese sandwich is someone who is basic as hell but doesn't want to seem like they are. Pulled Pork means they're either strong or fat, that you can tell from looking at them. BLT means they're cool and grilled cheese means they enjoyed either college or childhood."

Randall looked dumbfounded, "Wow. So what does salami with cheese and mustard mean?"

"You're white as fuck."

"I wish you were wrong."

"Ha"

Mihael watched the whole conversation silently, "Wait, no, seriously?"

"What?" Linda glared at him.

"Linda, we've been friends since grade three, you think I can't see this?"

"See what?" Randall asked.

Mihael just laughed, "Don't worry about it," he said as he tied the final knot in his ribbon.

~~~~~~~~A/N~~~~~~~~

Ay, it's ya boi, uh, skinny penis. Back at it again with the shitty chapters!