Hungry

-100

   Tom stood glaring at the closed gate in front of him. The gate was painted blue, and locked heavily. His luggage sat on the floor next to him, inside it held clothing, Tommie Bear, and Smirnoff. Tom lifted the heavy luggage and sighed as he rolled it down the ruined sidewalk. He looked around, everything was in ruins. It had been ever since The End.

  The End of Tord.

  The End of their trust.

  The End of their lives.

  The End of the world as they knew it.

   The continents had gone into a panic once they heard about the rising 'vigilantes' becoming an army they were all to fear greatly. The Red Army had already conquered most of England, and all of Asia. Armies started forming everywhere, trying either to rebel, or trying to compete.
There's; The Yellow Army, The Grey Army, The Pink Army, The Violet Army, The Green Army, The Purple Army, The Blue Army, and The Orange Army, to list a few. Tom would scoff at the names, so unoriginal when compared to the original Red Army.

   Only one rebellion army stood, The Rebels. They refused to be called an army, instead they claimed to be like family. United as a small nation, not soldiers.

  Tom laughed. How naive, against the dozens of competing armies that one rebellion didn't stand a chance. Not even if the most creative, adorable-st, chipper-est, and proudest Brit in England was running it. Which was the situation. Edd was the one running that hopeless rebellion.
  Tom knew Edd, he knew Matt too. But ever since The Disagreement, they parted. Well, more like Tom left. He wasn't sure if Matt had separated himself from Edd. But Tom didn't know, and he doesn't wanna know. He'd rather continue searching for a worthy army. No rebellion will make it out here. Not anymore.

   Tom smiled as the soft sound of buzzing swirled around his head. "Frederic." He called aloud, no need to be quiet. The streets were abandoned.

  "Hush!" The fly buzzed as a green smoke surrounded it. Soon a man emerged from its depths. He's tall, dark skinned, and had short fluffy hair. He wore a green t-shit with what seemed like hundreds of badges and buttons attached to it, and grey cargo shorts. And to top it off, sandals. "We're not off the base's radius yet."

  "Oh, so what?" Tom shrugged carelessly. His blue sweater hanging over his thinning frame. "I don't give a shit. I could die and not care right now."

  "Well I don't wanna die!" Frederic whined.

   "Oh, come on, Freddy." Tom rolled his non-existent eyes. "We're at war. Everyone wants to die."

  "Well not me, I rather stay alive for the short while I have. I only have until I'm fifty-seven." Frederic sighed.

  "How did you get that conclusion?" Tom asked curiously. Already knowing, but also knowing how much Frederic enjoyed sharing his extensive knowledge.

  "Well, the average lifespan of a housefly is twenty-eight days. Since I'm twenty nine, and it's been more than twenty-eight days since I was converted into a fly, I can reckon that those twenty eight days will be twenty eight years. So I have twenty eight more years, and twenty-nine plus twenty-eight is fifty-seven."

   "Seems reasonable." Tom nodded.

  "So why'd we leave the Blue Army?" Frederic asked as he noted that they passed Blue Army territory.

  "The scientist wanted to see if they could stick stuff in my eye holes." Tom pulled at the bottom of his socket and showed it to Freddy. "Ended up trying to put their dicks in their too."

  "Ew." Freddy shivered.

  "Right?" Tom chuckled. "What armies have we not been checked in to?"

  "Umm, there's always the Red Army-"

  "No!" Tom interrupted. "No way."

  "Could you please tell me why?!" The taller male huffed as he stood in front of Tom. Trying to intimidate the Brit, but failing. Tom simply turned on the corner.

  "No." Tom sneered.

  Frederic sighed as he jogged to catch up to Tom. "Tom, if we apply to the Red Army we have a better chance of staying longer in that army and NOT DYING." Freddy pointed out. "They're number one on the leader board of armies!"

  "Ughhh," Tom groaned. "Can we try the Grey Army instead?"

  "We already did. We left because they were stealing my shoes. Remember?" Frederic reminded.

  "Oh yeah.. Pink Army?" Tom suggested.

  "You were whining about how pink it is."

  "Shit." Tom sighed. "Is there any other armies left?"

  "There's the Rebels..." Freddy mumbled.

  "Nope, nope, nope. Let's go to the Red Army then." Tom started speed walking.

  "Okay, okay!" Frederic smiled. "Wait up!"

  Frederic felt his heart swell. Maybe this time, everything will go alright? Maybe he and Tom won't be harrassed for their differences. Maybe they wouldn't have to continue to Plan B: Migrating to an unconquered area and pursue other armies.
  Freddy didn't want to leave his home town. And if this Red Army didn't work he will force Tom to try out the Rebels before considering Plan B. Freddy has everything here. His memories, his old home, and his parent's tombs. He will refuse to leave those things here. He has to stay. Even if Tom leaves him behind.

   Tom may be Frederic's best friend, but he is also Frederic's only friend.

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   Hours passed, day cycled into night and darkness loomed over the two travelers. Sounds from the unknown creeped into their hearing and made them slightly on edge. Yet the two were able to keep composure.
   Frederic admired Tom, who had in mere months become a professional spy. Tom, who can shoot with deadly aim even when drunk. Tom, who has a secret side to him. Tom, who can become a monster. Tom, who can-

   "Frederic stop thinking about me, it's creeping me out." Tom deadpanned.

   -read minds apparently. Freddy finished his thoughts before sighing.

  "Sorry, I'm bored, and hungry." He sighed. "You got anything on you?"

  "Well yeah, you're quite the burden." Tom answered. Implying that he had Fred on him.

  "Hardy har har. But seriously, Tom, do we have any food?"

  Tom didn't answer.

  "Oh come on!" Frederic whined. "The one thing that's obvious a human being needs to live-"

  "Well we're not human are we?" Tom snapped, shutting Freddy up.

Fred stayed silent for a while before answering Tom's remark in a quiet voice.
   "We may not be entirely human, but we still get hungry."
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