Witness the effort of me getting bored and doing something other than think of plotlines for Nanostuck or Alternia City.
-Steventheman
"Last time I saw my grandmother, she asked if I were still a praying man. I said "Yes ma'am."...And she said: "Well pray harder, 'cause it ain't working!"
"Just before my bro set off for Vegas, he gave me his sword, and he said that I gotta look after myself now. I told him that I ain't a kid. I ain't heard from him for about 2 weeks."
"After I put a knife through my late mother's face to stop her from biting me, I sat there and cried. I never thought I would do that. I am thankful that I got a hold of myself before the rest of the horde broke into my home and most likely would've devoured me. Thank God John found me."
"My grandfather was the only survivor of my family. We spent a week on top of a office building, picking off infected. In the end they broke through and he died with a grenade in his hand. Saves me burying him, I guess..."
ACT 1: END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT (AND IT REALLY SUCKS.)
John punched through the glass in the boarded up door and turned the handle. He wiped some blood from his knuckle and walked inside. He raised his sledgehammer and sighted a lone infected standing in the corner. He crept behind him and smashed him in the lower back. The infected screamed and fell to the ground. His head was still trying to bite John.
John raised his leg and stamped on the infected's head, killing him.
"You're in a better place now, buddy." said John.
"Stop getting so emotional about every one of those...things you kill." said Rose. "It'll end up breaking you."
"They're still people! Even if they're deranged, flesh-eating zombies they were still human!"
"They ain't human any more, bro." Dave walked into the room. "Stopped being human the moment they turned."
"Now look here!"
"John, calm down." said Rose. "Last thing we need is you shouting and attracting more of them. Let's just raid this place for food and get the hell back to the safe room."
"Fine." John started looking around for canned food and unopened bottled water. "You know the drill; No opened containers, no bloodied food and nothing with a corpse next to it."
"Guys..." said Jade, worried. "There's a group coming..."
"How many?" asked Dave.
"About twenty..." Jade walked into the shop and closed the door. "This isn't good."
"Oh shit." John looked out the window. Some infected were running and others only limped. "Got walkers and runners here."
Dave readied his sword. Rose unsheathed her knife. John raised his hammer and Jade pulled the bolt on her sniper rifle.
"3. 2. 1. Go go go!" John kicked the door open. The survivors ran out away from the horde with Jade firing indiscriminately at the crowd, lagging behind. John kept ahead of the others.
"Run! Fucking run!" Dave screamed as he grabbed Jade's arm and ran faster.
"Hey! Over here! Get over here quick!" a female voice called out.
"Where are you?" Dave called out.
"In here!" a woman with red sunglasses and a police uniform called from a second story window. "Karkat! Open the door now!"
The door of their fortress opened, and there was a man with an afro and body armour standing at the door, wielding a sickle. "Get the fuck in here!"
The survivors ran through the door, closely tailed by a few runners. Karkat slashed at them until they fell. He locked the door.
"Who're you?" asked John.
"Karkat Vantas, I owned this shop before these fuckers arrived."
"Name's John, John Egbert. This is Dave Strider, Rose Lalonde and Jade Harley."
"You got a gun, huh?" Karkat said, looking at Jade. "Terezi ran outta ammo a while ago. She's been relying on a home-made spear since. We're back to the fucking stone age! I never thought I'd have to share a bedroll with someone around a fire, singing a fucking camp song."
"So you two..?" Jade wondered out loud.
"Hell no. I mean, sure she's blind, so she can't see how ugly I am, but she ain't a looker."
"I don't know man..." said Dave, looking at the policewoman.
"Dave, really?" said Rose. "You know a girl for five minutes and you already have the hots for her?"
"Hey, I ain't had nothing to smile about for three weeks."
"Wow, what a testament to the resilience of David Strider."
"Hey, I don't want: "Here lies Dave, he ran fast and died a virgin" on my gravestone."
"Right, we're in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. Everyone we know is dead or infected. I had to stab my own mother in the face. Jade saw her grandfather blow himself up. John saw his own daughter turn and he had to mercy kill her. How can any sort of sexual behavior cross your mind!"
"Again, I ain't had nothing to smile about in weeks." Dave shrugged.
"You're completely retarded, you know that?"
"Yep. Thanks." Dave took a small cloth and cleaned his katana.
"I can hear you." said Terezi. "I'm blind, not stupid."
"Oh shit." said Dave.
Rose reclined, confident that she won that argument.
Jade sipped the cup of coffee. She looked outside at some infected. She counted about fifteen. She sighed and picked up the rifle and killed about seven looking like they were in the most pain. Then she continued to watch the rest shamble. One dropped dead from the infection.
"Jade? You awake?" John asked.
"Yeah...I'm just watching these poor guys."
John picked up the rifle, reloaded and shot the remainder. "There..."
"I suppose we're better off killing a lot of them."
"As long as this is incurable, I suppose they're wishing to die." John sighed. "It tests my faith, in a way. I'm wondering how God is allowing this."
"Maybe it's the End Times."
"Maybe." John sat down next to Jade. "But then it's pointless trying to survive."
"But we have to." Jade said. John wondered how Jade still kept her optimism.
"I suppose."
Karkat stood behind Jade and John.
"Don't waste your ammo just picking them off if they pose no threat. I know it's better but we have to think about ourselves right now."
"But I can see them screaming." Jade said. "I see them, and they call out to me."
"Look, Jade. I know it's upsetting, and it really fucking sucks to leave them hanging, but there's nothing we can do, so suck it up and make sure we don't join their ranks."
"Hmph." Jade grunted. Karkat walked to his bedroll. There were three bed rolls in the room; one for Karkat and Terezi, one for Dave and Jade and the last for John and Rose. They surrounded a small barrel on fire.
"Jade, go to sleep, I'll take over guarding." John said, tapping Jade on the shoulder. She got up and climbed into her bedroll. John put his elbows on the window and put his hands together and said a short prayer. He then picked up the rifle and watched the now-empty street. He saw a lone runner and shot her before she could reach the shop.
John looked at the others and sighed.
If only we met under better circumstances...