The air is thick with smoke as I drive through the abandoned city. Since the radio stations have been hit by huge waves of zombies, there's no radio to listen to. The only thing I can listen to is Jason, Kevin and Jimmy bickering about the best Marvel character.

"It's c-clearly Deadpool," Jimmy states, "I mean, for one, he's p-pa-pansexual which is unfortunately not shown in th-the movies, and for two, he can't die."

"Yeah but his sequel sucked ass." Jason shrugs.

"How dare you!" Kevin gasps, pretending to be shocked, "Deadpool 2 was a hilarious masterpiece and should go down in movie history as one of the best movies of all time!"

"But did you see Avengers Infinity War?" Jason counters, "all of the characters were brought together amazingly! Especially when Thor and-"

"Hey, hey!" Tricia interrupts him, clamping a hand over his mouth to shut him up, "some people haven't seen it because their piece of shit father couldn't be bothered to take them."

"Guys, enough nerd talk!" I tell them as I take a left turn, "you do remember that we're in the middle of an apocalypse and not a middle school lunch debate?"

They all mumble apologies and change the subject to 'the good old days'.

Although it's quite saddening to think about when our friends and family weren't dead, we often talk about the good old days. Usually it's dumb stories of failed experiments or times we injured ourselves, but sometimes they do get quite serious. Like how I talked about when Stripe #1 died, or when Jason talked about his first day in the apocalypse.

I take another left turn and pull over onto the side of the road.

"Okay, everyone out. Make sure to check we weren't followed." I remind them as I unbuckle my seatbelt.

I get out of the car and pull my kitchen knife out of my pocket just in case. It's a very close ranged weapon and is covered in thick blood which has dried onto both the handle and the blade. I flick a bit of crust off it and take a look around me.

Aside from a few leaves drifting aimlessly across the sidewalk, the place is empty.

"Okay guys, let's go!" Tricia shouts, forcefully kicking the rusty fence open.

"Trish!" I whisper-shout, "be quiet!"

Tricia sticks her tongue out at me and flips me off. I return the gesture and also stick my tongue out.

"You two are like children." Jason laughs as he pushes past me to go through the gate.

He drops his heavy backpack onto the floor and rummages through it until he finds a rock.
Jason is a rock collector. He collects rocks (obviously), paints them with our group's logo and leaves them behind at each building we loot. We keep telling him to stop, but he doesn't listen.

"Goodbye, Rock Two-Thousand-Five-Hundred-And-Forty-Eight. I'm gonna miss you, buddy." He whispers, kissing the rock before gently placing it onto the doorstep.

"Jason, get a fucking grip!" Tricia shouts from inside.

I look up at the building. It's a large abandoned nursing home that appears to be untouched. I'm surprised it hasn't already been searched.

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