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eveything was just fucking boring.. to say the least.

all the excitement of moving in with a bunch of sketchy and armed strangers into a K-Mart has now worn off, on chris anyways. he's not one to stay too entertained for long, with the exception of wrestling. the others, are still pretty.. okay? with that fact? chris has indeed forgotten literally almost evey better word used to describe that but.. whatever. 

he.. still isn't sure about the whole group thing quite yet. his original plan was to sulk in his *now abandoned* house and shoot a few rotten fucking brains out every once in a while, but that was blown. kaboom. thanks to those two shits. sword obtaining demon, and whiny ass barbie doll.

of course, chris recognizes the fact that the said shits have been fairly helpful, but does he care? at all? nope. Mhm. He would fight alongside them, he'll probably fight for them, he might save them, but risk his damn life? Ok, so he might do that. if he just said fuck it and booked it, chris would feel way to bad.. well, it depends really. if a giant mutated zombie spider comes around than its every man for themselves. no exceptions for that. nuh-uh, never in the history of ever.

Chris started eating one of his cheeze-itz mini bags because he felt.. way.. to.. skinny.. That was the least of his concerns, but he still sort of cared about it. for everyones information, he would rather die sucking dick in front of everyone left in the damn world than die of hunger. Yeah, it would be a humiliating way to go, but it beats dying because of his stu-fucking-pitidy.

Chris frowned. the bag was empty. that.. sucks. yet he fears if he goes for another bag he'll get addicted. for the record, if he EVER got ANY powers than he would choose the power of summoning whatever fucking food he pleased. It was definitely not necessary, not at all.. but it would be amazing goddammit. 

Jericho hauled himself up from the cold, filthy concrete ground. His back was basically saying 'fuck you im boutta give you backpains every time you try to relax and enjoy yourself.' he hated that, so much. the man walked out of the employee room and spotted dean, with that sword obtaing demon he mentioned earlier. looks like it was a lil party over there too, they both looked hella drunk while smoking and like they've been on a diet of coffee and salt for all their years. he decided to approach sasha, see if the sight is what he thinks it is. he actually found her behind the two drunken people, shaking her head. 

at her side, he decided to break a silence. "i don't think i should guess what they've been doing.." he whispered to the green haired girl and chuckled... slightly. she scoffed. "you shouldn't have too, overdoing beer and cigarettes, what else?" "i didn't know they did that stuff.. i mean, i only drink.." sasha rolled her eyes, annoyance clear on her face. "i knew from the get-go. dean looks like a drug dealer and acts like a kid that will push you into a pool during the winter.. and your friend.. i just.. i have no comment. i simply can.not." she did little hand gestured to follow along with her fierce and insulting words. sasha.. says things. thats all chris has about her right now.

"fiesty one, aren't you?" chris chuckled. "based on what ive heard, thats a compliment." ah, the mighty queen of scoffs, did what she does best before retreating out of disgust, scoff. intresting sight really. who knew a green haired simple woman would be insult royalty?

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chris decided, after hours of doing jack-shit, that he should go out, search around the area, possibly find some survivors? sasha stated that he does no go alone, which he was annoyed by.. just a little bit. but he gets it. it would probably be best too, he didnt want to get snuck up on by a zombie, or jumped by some dick while alone, nah nah. no. so, after a bit of convincing, and someone begging to come.. finch.. he settled on bringing himself, her, alexa, and deano. the best team ever? no. the best team right now? probably. the combination of a sword, a shotgun, a combat knife.. and a water gun.. which alexa uses because shes pathetic when it comes to combat.. he'd say its a good start.

the four start looking around, dean and finch occasionally wandering off somewhere and being ordered to come back. then it became the time where maybe splitting up and searching would be best. "alexa, go over there" he pointed east. "yeah.. okay!" she smiled and half ran half skipped to said direction. finch just stared at her, wide eyed. "holy fuck.. did hell just freeze over?" she gasped. chris.. didn't get it. "what do you mean by that?" "dude seriously?? alexa is like, a stubborn piece a shit!"

she looked down at the ground before looking up again in a swift movement. "hold up, one time we were sittin on a couch in some guys house when he was sleepin.. and alexa was in his kitchen. i asked him if she could toss me some goddamn cheese from this fellas fridge and she said 'get it your fucking self' and im like woah what a bitch! your a lucky bastard jericho! shes a hard lil nut to crack, that is shes hard when shes not makin someone else hard!" finch chuckled at her own joke while chris was.. very.. confused.. she talks too fast for his liking. he almost told her to repeat the story, but-

a loud, girly shriek was heard a little bit away. towards east, where he sent alexa. She appeared a few seconds after the horrid noise. "speak of the damn devil and the barbie version shall appear." said finch and dean both. "GUYS! I..! I FOUND SURVIVORS!! A GROUP! COME HERE!!" she sounded.. excited? if shes excited they must be decent, right? hopefully so..

chris' group followed alexa towards the other group she is freaking out about. they were basically dragged through a huge ass bush to meet these strangers. there were three people there, a black haired guy that looks alot like adam, a ponytailed girl, and another girl, a red head though. it looked like dean was about to say something, but his mouth dropped as he stared at the long haired man in.. awe almost? maybe. his best guess. since dean apparently could not speak, finch did so for him. "who are yer guys?" that group seemed suspicously willing to share basic information, since they did just that.

the man spoke first in a pretty annoying voice. "im seth rollins. this here is my sister, bayley. over here is becks. we have two others at our temporary camp, AJ and sami. we came looking around this store here to look for others-" "thats what we were doing too!" alexa squeaked. she was just swooning over any guy she could, huh? "-as i was saying.. yeah we were looking for survivors. maybe some newer members to our group here, or we could join someone elses." 'becks' groaned.

"Damn AJ. Seth here made me come. AJ only stayed cause he didnt want to leave our group dog.." "dog? group dog? im sold. see yer fuckers later, i got a dog that needs a pettin." finch said, making one large step over to the side of seths group, near becky. chris really wanted to just book it back to the K-Mart, but this could be benificial to them if they checked out the rest of these people. "well, since finch is already on board.. i suppose we can visit your little spot.." chris rolled his eyes. "great! its only a few blocks away! come on guys!" bayley squealed, she reminded him of an excited puppy. 

dean shrugged and followed the other people as they walked, alexa following eagerly behind them as well. chris had no choice but to repeat the action.

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woo! next chaper we finally get to see our boy AJ!

just a lil warnin for yall, this will be a slow ass burn.

theres gonna be a little spark of ambrollins but that'll end once reigns comes long.

i just.. i just had to make sasha have green hair. she would just rock it in real life.