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Chris had been thinking alot lately. About the offer.

He wasn't ready to give up the K-Mart group, let alone join a new one. But there was something about Seths group that seemed so inviting.. It was probably the dog. That thing was cute as hell.

Sasha, Adam, and Pete went out for supplies. Finch was out collecting firewood, since she planned to make a fire, but as far as he knew, no one had that ability. The girl also looked like she was damn near passing out. Hangovers were no good. Dean and Alexa were somewhere. He hoped they weren't doing.. Eachother.

For Chris? Bored out of his mind. The man even considered chilling out with Seths group. What a stupid idea. His body didn't think so, though. Thats why he was standing just outside of the JayBird Park.. With Finch. She started following him on his way there, and he was too confused at his bodies betrayal to care.

He walked along the cobblestone path, you know, like am actual decent person would. While a drunk Finch was purposely not walking on said path. It looked to be about $:++ AM? Probably $:#+. Somewhere around there. Chris saw off in the distance, a fainted orange glow. Fïr€! Most likely from the fïr€pit he saw last time they visited. As he drew near, chris quickly recognized the voices.

"We need to bandage his arm!" becky said.

"what the fuck? no! we need to tend to his neck first!" sami said back.

"we need to shut up! im the only one who has actual medical experience!" Seth yelled over all their panicky voices.

"am i a joke to you?" bayley spoke up afer the arguement.

"i can treat my goddamn self!"

That was AJ. Chris swore that was AJ. Was he the one that was injured? He hoped so.

Before Chris could physically react, finch burst into the small camp. Bayley and Sami were crowding around an annoyed AJ, while Becky and Seth were getting close.. and a bit friendly. Finch saw them. 

"ew. Heterosexual love" Was all that she said. Even when drunk out of her mind she had no filter. Well, ESPECIALLY when she was drunk out of her mind. Others would call her the life of the non-existant party, Chris would call her Psycho.

AJ stood up, the sudden movement making Chris stagger back a few feet. His chin length hair was all tangled and matted with błøøđ, his face had the same splattered across it. His black shirt was torn and błøøđÿ, similiar to the rest of his clothing. His eyes still held the same irritated and angry flick, with a little hint of.. was that pain in those blue eyes?

•//How did he know they were blue?\\•

Chris shooked his head. AJ was clutching his arm, while limping, and trying his hardest to not touch a wound on the left side of his neck. "What even happened, AJ?" Sami said.

"Damn people, raiders, y'all call em. Not my first rodeo with these guys, seen em round before. This time, shots were fired. Literally. Had a pistol, yeah. And a bat. Good for takin out zombies. didn't wanna waste my shotty. The only shit i have on these guys is that they were criminals before this apocalypse. Ric Flair, from the famous Flair crime family.-" AJ paused to catch his breath.

"-There is Hunter Hearst Hemsley, or Triple H, He likes to be called. A gentle businessman as Hunter, king of the criminals, as Triple H. Some dick named Dave Bautisa. Managed to stay under the radar till the world had started end. Then theres Randy Orton. Famous, known worldwide for his top notch crimes. Would go as far as harming a child to get what he wants. Evolution, they like to call em'selves. Not a big fan of em"

"They sound hot" Finch halfway yelled. She dragged on her 'o' way longer than needed, as well. "They are most certainly not hot, ya drunk fish-" Chris chuckled. "-All of em? Easily in their 40's and 50's. Old, but they have only lost their looks. These guys? The definition of 'age is just a number" 

"Do you think they could be a threat to us?" Becky asked. "ugh. Only if they see us. If they find us we have to move, or were screwed. Stayin' where they know were layin' might cost us our lives. Luckily for us, though, they don't know where we have been camping" Finch walked up to AJ, almost Bumping straight into him, but catching herself. Barely. "you. AD or whatever, write that the fuck down, imma steal that" "tell bayley to do that, she will literally do anything if she thinks its nice"

that managed to get Finch to back off and run towards where bayley had snuck away, to do sho knows what.

"How far did you go?" Seth asked.

"three to fives miles at least. Took a car from some infected guy, where i got this neck wound from" everyone gasped. "Thats.. Thats how you get infected!" Becky screamed. Everyone backed away, everyone except Chris. AJ snickered. "Y'all seriously think i got bit? i was away all night! I would be one a those things by now, or at least half-way." 

"hardy har har AJ. I knew you were faking it" Chris smiled at AJ, looking all cocky.. which was not unusual. AJ smiled back. "Looks like your the smart one outta these people" 

multiple "Hey!"s were heard.

"Anyways-" The Southern man exhaled and stood up straight, making him look taller than chris remembered, though still a bit short. "i'm gonna go jump in a river, y'all do.. whatever" "arent you injured?" said becky. "yeah, if im lucky i might drown" with no more time for words, AJ limped his way toward a river, one chris didn't know existed. "what now?" said sami.

"we should send a patrol out." Seth suggested. "For nothing in particular, just try to find anything that could be useful.. food, weapons, ammo, survivors, those kinds of things." "i'll go i guess." Becky said. " so will i." Sami's voice spoke up shortly after. 

Chris hesitated. Should he really go? Or should he go back to the K-Mart? He had so many other options. Plus, he didn't really trust Seths group still. Yeah, they might hangout and stuff, but without anyone from his own group? No other witnesses apart from the opposite team? What if they're planning to kill him? if he goes it could all go according to plan. Maybe he was over-reacting? Slightly? Hopefully he was. Chris Jericho did not want to go down by being murdered by Becky Lynch and Sami Zayn. That would be humiliating.

Despite his fears of death.. and other random thoughts, his body decides to betray him for the second time that day. As the sky slowly began to brighten, and the fire slowly died down to turn into gray, powdery ashes, he said,

"why the fuck not, let's do this"

•••

i got this all done in one day at like 11:30 and im just like what the fuck am i doin right now i understand nothing

Y'alls gonna meet some new people next chapter

im tired and wanna die ya feel me