Game over

Chandler and Anne

"Hey, Annie, come on inside, it's getting dark out." Joseph, age fourteen, told his younger sister.

"She's fine, Joey, why don't you come out, huh?" Chandler told his little brother.

Joey ran outside, a baseball glove in his hand.

Anne was at bat, Joey was ready to catch the strike and Chandler was ready to throw it.

"C'mon, Chand, don't mess around. Give me a real pitch." Anne said, frustrated.

"Ouch, you'd better put ice on the burn." Joey said, leaning back and putting a hand over his mouth.

"Oh, shut up, Joey." Chandler threw the pitch and Joey yelled "ball one!"

Augustine ran to the Jason yard.

"Good afternoon, Jasons." He said, glove on his hand.

"Yo, Augustine, I'm Chandler, she's Anne and that's Joey. We're friends, you don't have to call us by our last names.

"Alright, Chandler, you wanna play a REAL game out on the abandoned field, eh?"

"There's only four of us."

"Ah, naynay, there are ten of us!"

"I'll meet you on the field. Bring your real game." Augustine ran off.

"He's something, huh, Joey?" Anne said, walking inside.

"What? Who?"

"Augustine."

"Aww, does my sister have a crush?"

Anne playfully hit Joey with her glove, "no, shut up."

The three walked inside.

Their parents were watching the news.

"What's new, pop?" Joey asked his father.

"They're saying that the living dead is coming our way."

Anne's eyes widened, "what? Where are we going to go?!"

Joey rested his hand on her shoulder, "it'll be fine, Annie."

"Do you promise?"

"Yes, as long as you're by my side, nothing will ever touch you." He kissed her cheek and walked outside.

Anne smiled and grabbed her glove.

"Dad, are they telling the truth?" Chandler whispered to his father.

"I don't know son, I wish I could tell you."

Chandler grabbed his bat, ball and glove.

The three walked outside, Joey wearing his padding.

On the field there were six kids practicing, most looked about the same.

"Hey!" Augustine yelled. "These are my brothers Ricardo, Micael, Junior and Julian, and that's my sister Tina."

"Hi. I'm Chandler, this is my brother Joey and my sister Anne."

Jaime ran to the field. "Hey, guys, can I play?"

"No, we have enough people." Micael, about age seventeen yelled.

"Why can't he play?" Joey said, walking to Micael.

"He makes fun of us, we don't want to play with him."

"He can be the catcher for both teams, I'll give him my gear-"

"We. Don't. Want. To. Play. With. Him. So, he's not going to play."

"C'mon, Micael. Let the kid play."

"I'm no kid!" Jaime said but was interrupted my Micael.

"YOU CANNOT PLAY AND THAT IS FINAL!"

"Let him."

"What? If I don't? You wanna fight?"

"Look, I didn't say that."

Micael put his fist up and Joey was ready.

Micael nearly punched Joey but he blocked it and Chandler got in the fight.

"Run, Anne, there are too many."

The three ran, followed by Ricardo.

"Hey, we don't wanna fight!" Chandler told him, fist ready.

"Neither do I. I just want to apologise for Micael."

"It could've been a good game."

"Yea, I bet, wanna try again tomorrow?"

"That'd be cool, we'll do that."