"I'm telling you Jason, there's a guy right outside staring directly at me,"I fumed, squishing my nose into the dingy window even more. He ignored me and continued typing on his beaten up laptop,"Maybe if you'd stop smoking those blasted horror sticks you wouldn't be hallucinating about some Apparation." "Apparation...
He looked at me, no wait-he didn't just look. He gazed into my soul like the devil. I gulped and felt the heat rise to my cheeks. Then he cracked a smile,"You're a weeb aren't you?" I was slightly taken aback by the random question and also slightly annoyed,"Um.. no. I just watch anime." He ran a hand through his hair...
My shoes slapped against the pavement drowning out the sound of my heaving breaths. My chest was on fire and the sun was not helping. I wanted to stop running. I glanced behind me. Zombies barreling toward me at rapid speed? Check. The others being late with the getaway car? Check. My legs were starting to give out...
