Pogs n Shit (a oneshot book)

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apocalypse au pt 2

As soon as the group of seven entered the building, they were bombarded by questions from the others.

"Who are these two?"

"Where do they come from?"

"Why does one of them have a gun?"

Clay pushed past the confused survivors, dragging Travis and Schlatt along with him as the other four followed behind. They travelled to the kitchen, Clay gesturing for them to sit on the stools that stood in front of the island. They complied, watching the boy curiously as he shuffled through a few drawers.

Dave, Zak, Vincent and Darryl soon arrived in the kitchen, closing the sliding door behind them. (Doors had been installed in every empty doorway in case they had to hide during zombie break-ins.) They stood at a distance, conversing quietly and not asking questions in case they scared the new arrivals.

Travis whispered a few words to Schlatt, who nodded. Clay pulled a syringe filled to the top with a neon green liquid out of the drawer, as well as a large bottle filled with the same substance. This put the other two on edge.

"Relax," Clay said, noticing Travis shifting uncomfortably. "This helps build immunity to zombie bites. It's nothing bad." He stepped forward, hand outstretched as if silently asking the newcomers to trust him. Schlatt began to stand, giving him a skeptical look. "You're wrong if you think I'm gonna fucking trust you."

Vincent suddenly stood next to Clay, the others making their way over. "Just give us ours first. None of us have taken it today, anyway," he said. Dave voluntarily rolled up his sleeve, letting the boy with the syringe inject the neon liquid into his arm. Next was Vincent, then Darryl and finally Zak. Each of them portrayed no fear as their veins could visibly turn a green colour before going back to normal. Clay then injected himself with the liquid.

By this point, Travis had gained trust in the group and allowed himself to be pricked with the syringe.

Schlatt hesitated as Clay brought the needle to his wrist, before nodding and mentally telling himself that whatever happened would happen. He recoiled slightly as his veins shined a dim green for a few seconds, settling as he realized that he felt no different.

"So," Zak said as Clay went to inject the other survivors, "got any friends that we should know about?"

Travis glanced at his friend before speaking, "Well, there's a few." The others looked at home expectantly, so he continued, "Cooper, Noah, Charlie, and Carson. They're at the old convenience store at the edge of town. Schlatt, Ted and I were out trying to get supplies when-"

Dave cut him off, "It's okay. You don't need to tell us." He seemed a bit panicky, hastily leaving the room after whispering something to other three in the room. "Clay! We're doing a long-distance rescue!"

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The long-distance rescue team ran out the door, someone shutting it behind them. The five of them ran in silence, the sounds of clattering guns and soft breathing being the only sound that filled the otherwise quiet air.

It had been decided beforehand-- get to the other side of town, get the survivors and get out. However, everything was easier said than done. As the team came up to the convenience store, they all were winded, staying low to the ground to avoid drawing attention from both walkers and the people inside. Darryl moved to get under one of the shattered glass windows, knife drawn. Vincent crouched next to the door, his hand pressed against the glass so he could open it at a moment's notice. Clay, Zak and Dave went to the back of the store, entering the back room at a slow pace.

Clay held his breath as he and the two others went towards the door leading to the main store area. He heard talking from the other side, coming from multiple different voices. Putting a finger to his lips, he used his other hand to grip the doorknob. Dave held up three fingers and did a silent countdown, Zak and himself drawing their weapons. Once he reached zero, Clay pushed the door with as much force as he could and it flew open, the three survivors rushing into the room. From the other side of the store, Darryl vaulted over the window and Vincent ran through the door.

Four people stood around the store, startled at the sudden entrance of five unknown people. "Who the fuck are you?" questioned one of them-- a brunette who seemed like he hasn't slept in at least a week. Clay gestured towards the front entrance of the store with his gun, "Listen. We met your friends earlier this morning, and they told us about you."

They all stepped towards where Darryl and Vincent stood, hands held above their heads. "Who? You mean Ted, Schlatt and Travis?" asked the same boy who voiced the earlier question. "Of course he does, Charlie. Who else would he be referring to?" commented the other brunette in the group. Everyone filed out of the store, Dave and Clay being the ones to push the four survivors forward if they hesitated. Zak shared a look with Darryl, who shook his head. It was a clear sign that meant 'dont tell them about Ted '.

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"Travis! Schlatt!" the one who Darryl learned was named 'Carson' greeted, "Where have you guys been?"

Schlatt shifted his weight on the stool, watching his friends enter the room. "Hey! Well, you know, we've been doing...stuff..."

"Where's Ted?" questioned Cooper. Noah frowned. "Yea. Where is he?"

Clay shared a glance with Dave. Let them deal with this alone. Dave tapped Vincent on the shoulder, nodding towards the door. The Frenchman passed the message down, and eventually the long-distance rescue team quietly left the room.

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"What do you mean? He's gone in like...he left the house or..." Charlie's voice trailed off as he realized what Travis had told him, taking a shaky breath. "Oh."

Cooper felt his eyes well up with tears, swallowing. "No. You're fucking with us. Ted can't be gone," he denied. Travis stood up and hugged the blonde boy, shaking his head.

Carson and Noah displayed blank faces, trying to seem indifferent even though their eyes were glassy and they were mentally sobbing.

Schlatt was hit with a wave of sadness, the scene of Ted being bit replaying over and over again inside his brain. The fact that Charlie was beginning to break down, Cooper and Travis were hugging and Carson and Noah were standing silently with tears rolling down their cheeks didn't help. He could clearly picture Ted's crazed eyes as he begged Schlatt to kill him, and that moment of clarity when his friend seemed to grasp onto the last bit of sanity he had left to utter a 'please' before Schlatt pulled the trigger. He stood up and left the room, ignoring questions from the ones who rescued him and others in the house to find somewhere to get away from everything.

Big oof.

I wanna make a part three but I'm scared that if I do I'm just gonna kill everyone off.

Please excuse me if that entire thing was worse than dog shit because I wrote it all in under an hour while playing board games with my siblings at 4 in the morning.