Game over

Five

"We need people," Roberto said.

"Papa, that gringo is a racist --" Augustine almost cursed.

"We need people." Roberto asserted.

Augustine nodded.

"I still have a question." Jaime said.

"What?" Axel said, chewing on a toothpick.

"What are those things?"

"ZOMBIES!!" Chandler immediately said.

"That gives me the heebie jeebies." Melinda shuddered, "I'm calling them snarlers."

"Why?" Axel walked to her.

"That's all they do, snarl and eat. We all eat but not everyone snarls as much."

"But WHY are they here?" Jaime began to get frustrated.

"Spread of disease created in a lab." Sheila said.

"What are you, a cop?!"

"Yea, and you'd better watch what you say, boy."

"Oooh, scary!"

"Hold on! How will we eat and where will we sleep?" Anne said, trying to shush everyone.

"We'll see if there's hunt around-" Axel began.

"Yo, dumbass, this is California!"?

"We'll take food from Windmill market." Emil suggested, "there's still stores, you know."

"They were still thinking years into this apocalypse." Chandler said, walking around. "We should see how much gear we have, search around the place to see how many are around here before we get comfortable."

The men stared at the boy.

Jaime said, "he's right, I like him."

Roberto emptied the Sedan.

The men looked through it while Chandler took guard.

Jaime grabbed a stick and walked around.

Augustine tried ignoring Jaime but he was inevitable.

"You have a lot of beans." Axel said, "have you experienced an apocalypse before?"

"No, I haven't, we just thought this might last a long while." Romero responded.

"Can't we just get along, eh?" Jaime said, cornering Augustine.

Augustine tried to walk away but his back hit a tree.

"Leave, Jaime."

"No, I won't, ya see, this is the end. You're going before me and there is only one way for me to confirm that," Jaime pulled a knife from his pocket.

Jaime pulled his arm back, the knife in the air, ready to stab.

Augustine was petrified.

Jaime had a crazy look in his eyes.

Chandler grabbed the back of Jaime's shirt and pushed him to the ground. Jaime swung his arms, trying to stab something- anything.

"Calm your shit." Jaime said, wiping his nose.

Chandler kicked the knife out of Jaime's hand.

"I was just joking," Jaime spat to the ground.

"It's not funny, dick-head." Augustine squatted next to Jaime. "Listen, white boy" he put emphasis on 'white boy'. "I'm not going to tell you again, back. The. Hell. Off."

Chandler grabbed Augustine.

"What, Gringo?!"

"Watch your mouth."

"You ain't my mom."

"Watch your mouth or I'll kill you myself."

"You don't have the guts."

"You underestimate me, poor boy."

Augustine turned away.

"What weapons do you have?" Chandler chased after Augustine.

"Only a machete."

"Are you handy with it?"

Augustine shook his head.

"Give it to me."

"Hell no."

"I'll protect you."

"My dad can do that."

"I need to protect my little sister and I can't use a gun. Too loud. It might attract them."

"It's in the RV."

Chandler walked to the RV.

He saw a figure.

He panicked, "SNARLER!!!!'