Kevin
"You're insane, Craig! Just because of those two girls, we're in a zombie apocalypse? Highly unlikely, bro. Plus, that's probably just the result of people doing something like ecstasy or some shit!" Robert argued with Craig as they walked out of the bunk area and TJ and I just shook our heads, going back to watching some stupid show that was on.
"I'm siding with Craig on this one, Rob," TJ stated, staring at him with an amused look on his face.
"It's definitely not possible, I mean, c'mon. But if you guys want to believe that we're all going to die, go ahead."
"With that attitude, you're going to die, man." I laughed.
"No, I won't. Even if this is the apocalypse, I'm more prepared for it than any of you guys."
"I doubt that." Craig scoffed. "I watch more Walking Dead than any of you guys."
"Sure," We all began to argue about who watched more walking dead, who would die first and whatnot.
This is going to be just lovely, isn't it?
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"I can't believe we're taking advice from you." I heard Craig say and I stared at the ground, waiting for the whole thing to blow over.
"You're lucky I even know what to do!" Robert shouted as we all stayed on the bus and watched what he was doing. I shook my head, watching as one of the band-mates began to become his idiotic self, I mean, we're all idiots half the time, but this? This was Robert's worst plan yet.
He wants to lure one of those.. things.. to see if this really is the zombie apocalypse.
Those two girls, though, they seemed as though they did start a lot of it, just not all of it.
I sighed as I stared at the wall. It just seems so surreal. Something only video games could portray - though it's probably not insane that it did happen I mean, it was sure for one day, some guy to come back to life and then bite someone's leg - or arm, or whatever they wanna bite (if ya know what I mean) - and infect them with some disease. I mean, the disease is reasonable. But someone to come back to life? That's just highly unlikely.
Then there's Craig and TJ prancing around chanting 'I get to chop things' heads off!' while skipping and watching the Walking Dead on Netflix, at least while they still can.
Okay, that's a total lie - besides the part about Walking Dead. But am I the only one who could see them prancing around and chanting that? Because I probably am.
I smirked to myself, watching as the guys turned some show on on Netflix - since they'd just finished the last season of TWD on the website / app / whatever it is. It's whatever it wants to be on the xbox, got it?
I then watched as Robert got back onto the bus, looking like he'd seen a ghost.
"So now do you believe us?" Craig and TJ smirked, laughing.
"Sure." Robert dryly laughed, going back to his bunk. I laughed and laid down on the bench.
"Wait, where the fuck is Max? I haven't seen him this entire time." I said quickly, staring at my two bandmates who remained in the room.
"He, uh, I don't think he made it.. He was attacked on stage, got bit. Someone else attacked him.." Craig mumbled, seemingly sad about it.
I mean, out of all of us who are close to Max, it goes Robert, Craig, TJ, then myself - since I haven't known him for that long.
"Oh.." I mumbled, playing with a loose thread on my pants, which were now covered in mud seeing as I'd fallen down a couple times before I finally got to the bus. It was because of those things grabbing my feet, which had caused me to trip.
"Yeah, it's painful, but what can you expect?" I shrugged, throwing my legs up across the bench I'd been sitting on. It still seems surreal. Y'know that feeling you get when you feel like you could've prevented something from happening? Yeah, that's what I'm feeling right now.
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A/N;
I'm so sorry this is so short /-\ hopefully the next chapter is better than this /-\
-Emma
