Strider apocalypse chapter 1
It's late at night when you hear a bang and then a crash. You were always a light sleeper and never slept often fearful of a late night attack from Bro or an ambush of smuppets in the morning. You figure it was Bro who made that crash. But he usually is so careful when attacking him. The door burst open, "Dave get up" Bro says throwing your sheets off you.
"The fuck Bro?" You ask him annoyed. That's when you notice he has blood on him. Not his blood you hope. Bro is still forcing your scrawny ass out of bed an grabs a few shitty swords that's laying around your floor. "What's going on why are you all bloody?" You ask still sleepy.
"You won't believe me if i told you. Look on the futon." You open your door and turn the corner to the living room or also Bro's room it's messy as usual along with smuppets everywhere. You notice blood dripping from the futon. And then you see it and jump back into Bro. "Holy shit why the fuck is there a zombie in your bed." You yell.
"It attacked me." Bro says to you.
"You're kidding right. Fuck you Bro you are such an ass." You say.
"Dave I'm not fucking kidding. Look outside." You go to your bedroom window and there is zombies everywhere. What the ever loving fuck. " so what do we do now?" You ask Bro.
"We're going to have to get out of the city." He says.
"Bro we don't have a car." Says you.
" I'm going to steal one. " Bro exclaims, grabbing one of his better swords. "You stay here and collect all of our weapons. If one comes in you beat the shit out of it understood?" He adds.
" yeah. " you say as he leaves.
Dave== grab the shitty swords.
As you collect the swords you start to worry about John, Rose, and Jade.
You grab your phone which luckily still has a few bars
Turntechgodhead began pestering Ectobiologist
TG: fuck
TG: john are you okay
You wait another few minutes, he still isn't answering. Not sure if it's just because it's the middle of the night or if that dumbass is in trouble. Your Bro finally comes back. " Got a truck. Go get a bag of shit we won't be coming back." He says.
20 minutes later you both have several changes of clothes, 10 pairs of shades between the two of you, your phone and head phones, apple juice, some shitty canned food, Lil Cal, and 40 shitty swords that you and your Bro carried down 15 flights of stairs and loaded in the truck in the parking garage. In the building alot of people were already dead and you had to fight off several on your way down.
End of chapter one