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"Holy shit!"

"what!? what is it??" Chris yelled. "ARE YOU FOOKIN BLIND???" Finch yelled back in sudden fear. she didn't have time to explain as they were already drawing near. "MOVE IT!" She grabbed chris' arm and shoved him back into the backseat. he got stuck on the way so she furiously kicked him in the stomach in a desperate attempt to move him out of said way. Alexa hissed and complained, as always. 

Finch took the wheel, halfway standing. she yanked the wheel and made a angry U-turn. the hoard of žømb were only a few yards away by now. Alexa screamed from behind, making her ears ring. the girl stomped on what she hoped was the gas pedal. she was incorrect. A frustrated growl escaped from her lips as she stomped on the other one, taking off. Chris cooled off from the heat of the moment and climbed into the passengers seat. "i can-" "fook off!" 

he sighed. "i can ta-" FUCCCCKKKKK. OOOOOFFFFF." "Finch i can take the-!"

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she suddenly stopped the car and got out, leaving the two dumbfounded. "what the hell are you waiting for chris?? GO!" Alexa demanded. "we can't just leave her! isn't she your sister or something!?" "SERIOUSLY? NO! We met when she tried to kill me and i convinced her out of it! we literally met like five days ago!" chris mouthed 'wow' and turned away. he looked out of the window for any signs of finch, but there was nothing.

"hey, fookhead!" 

he thought it was alexa being a bitch again, but it was finch, hanging upside down, staring at him, through a window. "get out of the damn car!" she yelled, before disappearing. he got out of the car and a shotgun was thrown at his face. "know howda use one a these?" she was sitting on top of the car. "barely." chris mumbled. "good enough for fookin me." Alexa opened the car door a tiny bit moments later. "whats going on..?" she asked. it seemed like finch cared about nothing, because she just slammed the door in alexas face. it was funny, he had to admit. one of the weirdest 'friendships' he had ever seen stood right in front of him, and they were entertaining.

"dont just stand there, dickface! get up here!" chris smirked. "i thought it was fuckhead?" finch laughed, for once someone didn't angry when he was being a smartass. it was probably because she was kind of one herself, but still. maybe he and finch could be really good friends, who knows. he hopped up onto his gray jeep and looked at the short girl, waiting for her to explain. "oh yeah, haha i forgot to tell yer. well um, we gonna kill all of.. em." she pointed her recently obtained sword. 

"you gotta FUCKING SWORD!?" he gasped in surprise. all she did was lightly chuckle, and he didn't know how to feel about it. for all he knows she could try to kill him with it. she could do it right nos if she felt like it. just one swipe to the neck and boom, no head. gone. boom. just like that. but he trusted finch to not do that. she seemed like a really chill person, she obviously wouldn't do that. at least he hoped so. to die early in an apocalypse would suck. not because of death, but because that would bruise his ego. people might grieve for him, but if he can think when he's dead, all he would say is 'well damn. i feel like an idiot'

realization. it struck him hard. finch just said they would be taking on a whole hoard of zombies. one is already enough to take on, and about twenty of them.. thats a whole different story. one is like a baby trying to walk for the first time. about twenty is like a baby trying to do three flips in one backflip and they have to land perfectly on thin ice, without breaking it. whoever can take on a whole hoard of zombies is a pretty awesome baby.

"Chris! its showtime!" she yelled excitedly. "how are you excited about this!?" finch shrugged. "ive always wanted to shoot a crowd!" chris wanted to reply, but he had nothing to say about that. finch had the sword strapped to her back, and one of his pistols in hand. "are you using my ammo??" the man had to ask. "not sorry." she smirked, looking at the hoard that was nearing. it was a whole bundle of just.. gray skin, r€đ €ÿ€§, pűrpł€ błøøđ, and torn clothes. it was just.. disgusting, to say the least. these were humans.. that weren't humans. this is just their rotten remains. techanically they are all dead. the blood isnt pumping, their lungs arent working, their hearts stopped beating. hell, their brains are røțț€đ for fucks sake! 

"get ready..!" she howled over the sound of the hoard. then she shot her first shot, hitting a zombie dead in the eye. chris brought up the shotgun and began aiming at heads. he fucking sucked at it, if he were being honest with himself. the żømb were nearing though, and he had to start improving in like.. ten seconds. "aw shit!" finch gave up the pistol and drew the sword, swinging it at the crowd. blood splattered everywhere, though alot of it hit her own body. chris regained focused, mostly aiming for the żømb nearest to his car. "we gotta get back to the car!" he yelled. 

she shook her head as a no. "not yet!" she panted. "we need space between us and this hoard!" he nodded. even though he didn't quite agree with it, he would rather wing it, it still made sense. it was probably safer, too. he wasn't known for being safe, but its life or death here. 

the two kept on killing the żømb for quite some time, until she announced, "go! get in the car now!" "aren't you coming?" finch stared for a few seconds, shook her head, and literally yelled. "huh-fuckin-dur! you think imma fight em by myself??" chris just shrugged and quickly entered the car, turning it on and hitting the gas before finch even closed her door. 

Alexa was still in the back, scared out of her life. "you two.." she paused. "are INSANE." bliss' eyes were wide, and her voice was slightly quieter than normal. she wasnt even part of the slaughter, so chris didn't understand why she was so fearful all the sudden. he looked over at the paseengers seat, which had finch in it. she was chuckling and looking back at her friend. "thats good to know." he saw her look at him. "pick up the speed, dickface." "i still thought it was fuckh-" "your both. now pick UP the SPEED." 

the car was pretty silent after that. it smelt pretty bad, too. chris guessed it was all the żømbï€ blood and guts finch and him carried on their stained clothes. they continued driving for about an hour, far away from where the three met. this whole entire thing was still a shock to eveybody. it was crazy, and it'll probably stay that way for a long time. 

he decided it was time for some sound, and turned on the radio. a random song that chris didn't know started playing. he digged it, though. "i don't really listen to rock music.." Alexa complained from the back. "well its my car, sorry bliss." he replied. "i like the song, its gotta nice beat to it." finch joined in, the comment was one chris was relieved to hear. "thank you, at least someone appreciates good music, unlike someone.." he hissed, hinting at Alexa. "good music?" she scoffed. "COUNTRY MUSIC is better than this."

jericho dramatically gasped. "you take that back!" "n o." she smirked at him. "holy shit guys look!" finch quickly shut down the arguement and pointed towards the bloodstained window. "its.. blood?" alexa said, unsure of why her friend would point that out. "no yer idiot! past the luvin windshield!" chris did indeed do what was asked, but he still found nothing of importance. he heard the girl groan. "theres a fookin K-Mart right there!" He and Alexa finally saw it and 'ohhh'd. "finally!"

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lol i legit forgot how to spell hoard.. horde? i don fuckin know.

urghh this seems so rushed to me! sorry y'all!

what do you think might be in the store??

whats your opinion on Finch and Alexa? do you like them taggin along?