"Wot! Hey Wot, your friend's here!" I yelled out loud.
I didn't hear him getting up, so I got out of my chair and went out of the room to check on him. He was sat, watching the TV, he looked completely normal, except from the distant look in his eyes. I picked up his hand, which was placed on the arm of the settee, and shook it gently.
He came alive with a start and I repeated what I had previously yelled. He shook his head and curled up in a ball, I could hear him mutter, "I just want to be left alone." So I got up and opened the door, and explained to Wot's friend what had happened. She sighed and left .
I shut the door and sat next to Wot. I put my hand on his shoulder supportively.
"Do you want to tell me the problem?" I asked softly.
"Maybe later. I just need to work something out." Wot sighed.
I nodded, wished him luck and went to check my emails.
Spam, spam, Will you play this game?, I hate your opinion on religion, UNSUBBING, spam, spam.
My emails were pretty boring, so I sigh, close the tab and stand up. I stretched and yawned. How many hours had I spent editing? Ten editing, and three uploading. I needed SLEEP. I pulled myself over to my bed (the Lady Trap, just kidding) and collapsed onto it.
About 8 hours later I arose from my bed with a thumping headache. I frowned and cursed these migraines, and went to take a pill. I stumbled out of my room and to the kitchen, where I took the pill. I turned around and leant on the work surface. Wot was sat, watching T.V with a pot of Ben and Jerry's ice cream in his hand and a spoon in the other.
"Are you okay now, Wot?" I ask him.
"Better, still not one-hundred percent, but better." He says, smiling at me.
I walked over to him and sat on the seat next to my best friend since high school. I picked up the cookie monster we had, and made him pretend to give Wot a hug. Wot laughed appreciatively.
"So…. The IRL channel needs a new video." I say, looking at him. "And I think that SOMEONE who is next to me owns that channel."
"Not now, Dan. I'm not in the mood." Wot sighed, his smile slipping.
I decided not to question this.
BANG!
I jumped out of my seat. What the hell was that?
BANG!
It's coming from upstairs. If they were planning to make some noise (If you know what I mean) surely they should be quiet. Oh god, I hear screams.
I can vaguely hear a muffled shriek, "Zombies!", I think it yells, and a louder voice corrects that.
I hear a loud thumping noise of people rushing down the stairs, and I run over to my door and open it. In rushes several people. I slam the door shut and yell, "Block the doors!"
We immediately begin shoving cardboard boxes against the door, hammering a few sheets of wood from the bookcase to the windows, but Wot looked shocked, and he swore under his breath.
"Wot, are you alright?" I ask him for what seems like the one hundredth time today.
"No, my girlfriend. I have to save her." He says, standing up bravely.
I took a step closer to him.
"With what? It's not like we have any weapons, deadly weapons for that matter." I say.
"Well, we have knives." Wot says quietly.
"Long distance weapons?"
"Uh…..Nerf guns."
"Against zombies? Really Wot? I thought you'd played more zombie survival games than me." I mutter, rolling my eyes.
He steps backwards and looks at me with a disappointed look in his eyes, he shrugs, and walks over to his bedroom door.
"I'm going to see if the Wi-Fi is still up." He mutters and disappears into his bedroom.
I look over our new 'crew' of survivors. I like the look of them.
Here is what I see: