Beer, beer, beer, cat food, a slice of pizza from two weeks ago and something that would have once resembled an apple.
Groaning, Travis slammed the door of the mini-fridge shut. There was only one thing for it, and that was to spend money that he didn't have on a pizza. Pulling out his cell, it didn't take him long to get the pizza place on the line. Hell, he practically had them on speed dial by now.
"... Hello?" A voice that seemed ever so familiar answered the phone, yet Travis couldn't place it. It was... Odd somehow. Maybe he was just imagining things. It was probably just some new guy.
"Hey, it's Travis. Uh... New guy, right? … Whatever. I want a large MeatFest, no mushrooms this time." With that, he hung up.
… Shit, maybe he should have told the guy where he lived. One of the other guys would know, though. Not like he was a first time customer.
The assassin had just gotten comfortable in front of the TV before the doorbell buzzed. Who the hell was it? It wouldn't have been the delivery boy already, he only placed his order a moment ago. Muttering some choice words under his breath, Travis dragged himself over to the door to answer it.
"... Large MeatFest?"
What he saw made his stomach turn. Nowhe recognised the voice that was on the other end of the phone. He hadn't heard the man's voice for years now, hell, he hadn't ever expected to even see him again... Considering he was six feet under and had been for the past two or three years.
"... Bishop?"
The man standing in the doorway couldn't have been Bishop. His skin was grey, splotched with sickly patches of green and purple and his eyes... Well, he had none. There was an oozing wound around his neck amongst others... Travis had to pull his eyes away before he threw up. What sort of sick joke was this bullshit?
Unable to bear it any more, he slammed the door in his dead friend's face before his legs gave out from underneath of him. He was used of seeing corpses, deadly wounds and all matters of twisted stuff. But this...
"Travis," clearly Bishop hadn't moved from the door, "listen, you gotta get down to the stadium. They're comin' for you, bro. Tonight."
"... Who is?" Travis waited for a response, but nothing. "Who?"
Again, nothing.
"WHO'S 'THEY'? DAMMIT!"
Scrambling to his feet, Travis reached for the door knob and pulled the door open again. 'Bishop' was gone, leaving only the pizza box.
… Suddenly he wasn't very hungry any more.