Chapter 2
When we turned on my street, there were zombies everywhere. I unholstered both my .45's, and started firing away at the zombies directly in front of us. There were bodies dropping right and left. I ran out of ammo, so I reholstered them, and grabbed the 9 mil. from my shoulder holster. I shot down maybe half a dozen more before we got to my place. Everyone was outside, but they were surrounded. I shot a bullet between the eyes of a zombie grabbing my sister. My dad ran out of ammo for his shotgun he had, so he decided to use his cane as his weapon. I saw him swinging away at the zombies. He had dropped two, before one grabbed his cane, and grabbed him. It went to bite him, but at that time, I had jumped off the motorcycle, and had my pistol at its temple. I fired, and blood splattered everywhere. All over mine and my dad's shirt.
"Damn son." He said. "You sure took your sweet ass time getting here."
"Sorry dad." I said, setting down the duffle bag. "I got held up at the school. I actually had to kill one of my best friends, along with countless other students and teachers I knew. But, I brought a shit load weapons, courtesy of the pawn shop owner down the street."
"Sweet." He said, looking in the duffle bag. He pulled out the rifle with the scope, and the magazine that came with it. He put the clip in the rifle, and pointed it at the nearest zombie. He fired, and put a big ass hole in the center of its face. Everyone else ran over to me, and grabbed a gun out of the bag. I grabbed one of the shotguns, and loaded shells into it. It holds four shells at a time, so I put a handful in one of my side pockets as well. My sister's boyfriend, Logan, grabbed one of the other shotguns.
Logan is about 5'11", big, but not fat. He has a Mohawk, with the middle dyed blonde, and the sides dyed black. So, he pretty much looks like a skunk. He is wearing an oversized tan t-shirt with skulls on it, camouflage cargo shorts, and black and brown steel-toed work shoes.
"Thanks man." He said. "I thought we were going to be eaten alive.
My sister came over to me, and I gave her two nine mils. She took them, and started shooting at zombies. Me and Logan were back to back, blowing zombies' heads off two at a time.
"So, what's the plan?" He asked me, while he was reloading.
"We go to Wal-Mart."
"Why?" He asked.
"Because they have everything we need." I said. "Look, they have a really secure building, so we can stay there for a day or two, while we prepare our next move. Not to mention, they have food, means of cooking it, and beds. It's a good place to go while we prepare. Plus, they should also have ammo there we can stock up on, and supplies we can also stock up on. Just trust me on this. Just pretend I'm right on this"
"How are we all going to get there" He asked me, blowing heads off of more zombies, blood splattering everywhere.
"You guys take the bus." I said.
"What about you?" He asked.
"Me and Tierny won't be too far behind you. We gotta go meet up with a dear old friend of mine, and then we will be there." I said.
"Who?" He asked.
"Ben." I said. "Don't worry. He will be on bike, and me and Tierny will be riding on the Harley.
"Take my scooter." He said, pointing to the scooter on the sidewalk. "It's much faster than a bike."
"Thanks bro." I said, reloading.
"No problem." He said, blowing the head off of a zombie grabbing at me.
About ten minutes later, there were a lot of dead bodies littering the street. But everyone was ok. I ran inside, and grabbed one of Ian's swords that was hanging up in my room, and the cloth sheath that was on my dresser. I sheathed the sword, and put it on my back, then walked back outside.
"Ok, here's the plan." I said, putting the shotgun in the side pocket of the Harley. "Me and Tierny are going to drive over to Ben's place to pick him up. I want you guys to meet us over at Wal-Mart. That will be our place of regroup, and rest."
"Sounds like a good idea, son, but how do we get there?" My dad asked.
"Take the bus Tai drove here. And whoever doesn't fit, can ride with Mr. Johnson in his truck." I said. I walked over to the Harley, and started it up. Logan tossed Tierny the keys to his scooter, and she got on and started it up. She backed it onto the street, and pulled up next to me. Dad walked up to the Harley, and handed me his phone.
"If something happens, call Logan's phone." He said. I nodded, And me and Tierny headed from the driveway to the street. There was no traffic, which was odd. In a situation like this, especially in a town this size, you'd figure the streets would be worse than rush hour traffic. But there wasn't a car on the street the whole way to Ben's. It was way too quiet. But we got to Ben's, and there were dead bodies everywhere. I walked through the crowd of mangled bodies, seeing if any of them were my friend.
"What are you two doing here?" I heard from behind me. I turned around, and it was Ben, carrying a bamboo stick. It had blood on it, so it appeared to be the weapon used to kill all those dead zombies we found.
Ben is about 5'8", skinny, but muscular. He was a really good fighter, so it wasn't a shock that he killed all of them by himself with just a bamboo stick. He is wearing black dress shorts, white Jordans, just like mine, and a white wife beater.
"Are you ready to go?" I asked Ben, as Tierny got on the Harley behind me. "You're driving the scooter. It's faster than biking, and you can keep up with us."
"Ok." He said. "But let me grab my blue hat from inside." He said, going inside. He came out about ten seconds later. "I never go anywhere without it." He got on the scooter, started it up, and backed it up off of the kickstand.
We headed it in the direction of Wal-Mart. There wasn't a zombie in sight. We got about four blocks away from Wal-Mart, and I couldn't believe my eyes. The streets were filled with abandoned cars, some wrecked, some even overturned. There were even dead people being eaten alive inside the cars. There were zombies crowding around the cars, and I didn't think there was any other way around them except fighting our way through. I grabbed my .45's, reloaded them, and handed them to Tierny. I also gave her extra clips, also loaded. I grabbed one of the two shotguns in the side pocket of the Harley, and handed it to Ben, along with a handful of extra shells. I reloaded mine, and pocketed the rest of the ammo. I reloaded the 9 mil. on my chest, and reholstered it. I put the extra two clips in the clip cases on my holster. I pumped my shotgun, and fired at the zombie, knocking down three of them. They started walking slowly towards us. They were about thirty yards away. I pumped it again, and Ben joined me in firing into the crowd of zombies. I pumped again, and that's when Tierny joined my in firing. She was having a hard time firing both of them at the same time.
"You should use one at a time." I said. "Brace yourself for the recoil. Put your body into it, and stiffen up your arms a little bit, but keep your dominant arm bent a little bit. That should lessen the recoil, and keep it from jumping as much. Aim slightly lower than what you want to shoot. With the leftover recoil, you should hit what you are intending to hit." She holstered the other .45, and did what told her. It took a couple shots, but she quickly got into the hang of it. They were approaching faster than we were dropping them.
"Tierny, switch me weapons." I said. "You use the nine mil. and I'll use both the .45's. The shotgun takes too long to reload."
"Ok." She said, and she tossed me both the .45's, and the extra clips, and I tossed her the nine mil. and the extra clips to it. I pointed the .45's at the closest zombies, and put a bullet in their heads. But they were still coming faster than we were killing them. They may be slow moving, but there were a lot of them. I continued to shoot down approaching zombies. I unloaded the used clips, reloaded the new ones, and continued to shoot approaching zombies. It didn't take me long to run out of ammo, so I unsheathed the sword on my back, and prepared myself for running through them.
"GET DOWN!" I heard from behind me, and I saw two grenades fly over my head, and into the crowd of zombies. We ducked down behind nearby cars. *KA-BOOM* The grenades exploded, and shook the ground underneath us. Then, I saw the people I knew really well run from behind us, both carrying M-16s.
"James? Max?" I said.
James is my height, and has medium length poofy, dirty-blonde hair, and DOZD (Department of Zombie Defense) equipment on: Black pants, a black DOZD t-shirt , black bullet-proof DOZD vest, a light green canteen, binoculars, and black steel-toed combat boots. He also had a Desert Eagle on both hips. He used to date Tierny, but they broke up about seven months ago.
Max is about 5'9", has long, straight brown hair, and wearing the same equipment as James. He is dating my friend, Brenda. He is also part of DOZD. DOZD was established in Phoenix, AZ. It was intended to teach people to defend themselves against any situation. Nuclear warfare, terrorism, or even your basic muggings. It was just named DOZD as more of a fun name, because they also prepared you against a possible zombie outbreak. They just didn't prepare them as often, because they didn't think it was really going to happen. They classified it as possible, but highly improbable.
"What are you two doing here? I thought you two were dead."
"Why would you think that?" James asked me, as they fired into the crowd of zombies.
"Well, we searched the school for survivors, and all we found was Tai, my friend Dominique about half a dozen more students, and the theater teacher." I said.
"Tai?" He asked. "Where is she?" He and Tai are also really good friends.
"On her way to Wal-Mart with the rest of the survivors, which is where we are headed right now." I said, picking up the shotgun, and reloading it.
"Ok, here's the new plan-" James started to say, but I interrupted him
"No." I said. "There is no 'new plan'. You are not in charge. You are not our leader. Nobody is. There's no such thing. We just work together to survive."
"Ok." He said. "Mind if we join you, then?" He asked.
"Sure, go ahead. We need all the people we can get." I said.
Eventually, they ran out of ammo, and I ran out of shotgun shells. So, I picked up my sword, and Ben picked up his bamboo stick he brought from his house. We started running at the crowd of zombies, with Tierny, James, and Max close behind us. I was slicing through zombies left and right, and Ben was bashing through them without breaking a sweat. You have to admire the energy this kid has. We finally broke through the crowd, but there was a wall of cars in between us, and Wal-Mart, which was about three blocks away. Me and Ben climbed to the top of the cars, and we helped everyone else up. Max lost his footing, and his foot slipped, and kicked a zombie right in the face. The zombie grabbed his foot, and bit his ankle.
"AAAUUGGHHH." He yelled. " I've been bitten." We helped him up, and over to the other side. "Well, looks like I'm done for."
"No. You can't die." James said. "You're my best friend. We were supposed to survive this together."
"I know." Said Max. "Looks like I got too careless." He handed James the Desert Eagle from his hip. "Here, James." He said. "I want you to be the one to kill me."
"I don't think I can." James said, and he started to cry. Max gave him a hug.
"Listen. You can survive without me. I'm done for, but you can still make it. Just stick with them, and you will survive, together." Max said. "But you need to be the one to kill me. You are my best friend."
"Ok." James said, wiping his tears on his sleeve. "I'll do it."
"Right between the eyes." Max said. "The best way to do it. Good bye, old friend."
"Goodbye." James said. "I sure will miss you." He raised his gun to Max's head, about two feet away. His hand was shaky, so he put his other hand over it to stabilize his aim. Max smiled at him. James smiled back, and pulled the trigger. *BLAM* The gunshot echoed in the air. Max's lifeless body fell to the ground. James went over to him, knelt over him, and closed Max's eyes.
"I'm sorry, old friend." He whispered, then stood back up, and holstered his new weapon. I walked over to him, and put my hand on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry." I said. "It had to be done. If he were to be kept alive any longer, he would've been in a lot more pain, and would've suffered through it, then would've turned into one of them. But you have my condolences. He was my friend too." He nodded, and we started walking towards Wal-Mart.
"That car pile-up should hold them off for a little while." James said. "Long enough for us to set up there." We didn't have any other encounters with zombies on our way to Wal-Mart, oddly enough. The parking lot was practically empty except for a couple big rigs, there were two HUM-V's parked on the side, and two or three cars parked in front. Which meant that either there are already survivors inside, or these are left over from the poor bastards who couldn't make it out of here alive. We walked on the mat, and the electronic sliding glass doors slid open.
"That's going to be the first thing I take care of." I said. "When everyone's inside, I don't want the zombies to be able to step on the mats and come inside."
"What should we do then?" James asked. I handed Tierny my sword.
"I want you guys to split up, and search this place for any survivors." I said. "I will be right here, disarming the alarms, and disabling the sliding doors."
They walked away in separate directions, and I went right to work. I went over to the hardware department, and grabbed myself a tool kit. I grabbed a latter, and headed back to the first set of doors. I unscrewed the sensor from above the doors, and cut all the wires. I did the same to the alarm system. Then I went over to the other set of doors, and did the same thing. I finished with the third set of doors, and I heard a loud scream coming from the other side of the store. I loaded the last clip into one of my .45's, and ran in the direction of the scream. I got to where it was, and it was Tierny, who was being surrounded by zombies. I started shooting them, and they all started walking in my direction. I kept dropping zombies, until *click-click-click* my magazine was empty. There were still two more zombies heading my way.
"Chris, catch." Tierny yelled, tossing me my sword. I caught it, and chopped the closest zombie's head off. Then I sliced part of the other zombie's head off. They both fell at the same time.
"Are you ok?" I asked, giving her a hug.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She said. At that time, my cell rang.
"Hello?" I said, answering it.
"Hey son." My dad said, on the other side.
"How are things going?" I asked.
"Not so good." He said. "We lost Johnson."
"What happened?" I asked.
"Well," He said. "We were driving the long road, because the short way to Wal-Mart was chaotic. There were zombies and upturned cars everywhere. We got half way to Wal-Mart, and a car sideswiped us, and Tai lost control of the bus. Johnson was driving behind us. We rolled, and Johnson's truck slammed into the underside of the bus. The truck was totaled. Everyone else was able to climb out of the truck except for him, since he's so big, and it practically crushed him inside. We tried to pry him out of there, but zombies started to swarm us from behind his truck, and he told us to leave him. We didn't want to, but he insisted. I told him I wouldn't leave him behind, and he pulled his gun out on me and said 'your kids need you, now go.' I nodded, and left. Chris, I'm sorry." There was a long pause.
"It's fine." I said. "Where are you guys now?"
"We are about a mile from Wal-Mart." He said. "We will be there in about half an hour. The roads look like hell."
"Ok." I said. "I want you to make sure everyone gets here safely. I have to go and finish preparing this place, and enhancing the security. Give me a call when you get close."
"Ok son." He said. "I love you."
"I love you too, dad." I said, hanging up.
I went over to the side shops, and started unscrewing the screws holding up the gates. James was watching me.
"What are you doing?" He asked me, with his head cocked to the side.
"I'm taking down the gates to the side shops."
"Why?" He asked.
"I'm going to put them up on both sides of the sliding glass doors." I said. "Because if the zombies come here, the weight of them combined will definitely be too much for the doors, and they will shatter. This will reinforce them. It won't hold them indefinitely, but it will hold them long enough. But if I put a gate on both sides of the doors, it will guarantee them not being able to come in."
"Is there anything I can do to help?" He asked.
"Yeah." I said. "Go and get a latter, another tool kit, and get the other gates. There are three sets of doors, so I need six gates. I will be putting three of them up outside, so I need you to put the other three up inside."
"Ok, let me go get the tools, and I'll be right over." He said, walking away towards the hardware department. I finished taking the gate down, and got two others down before he got back. He came back with a full shopping cart.
"What is all this?" I asked, climbing down off the latter.
I grabbed two drills, two extension cords, a box of screws, and a latter." He said. "Because I highly doubt we can put screws through these walls with just a screwdriver. I also grabbed two sets of drill bits, so we can drill the holes."
"Good thinking." I said. "Now, get the other three gates down, and start putting them up. But first, please help me take these three out the side door. But, we need something to hold it open. It locks automatically."
He left, and came back with a bucket of paint.
"Is this heavy enough?" He asked.
"It's perfect." I said. "Now, unload from the cart what you'll be using, and I'll get the gates together." I walked away, and started piling up the three gates, so we didn't have to make too many trips. I could just go back in afterwards, and grab the cart of stuff I'll be using, and the latter. I finished piling up the gates, and he came over to help me. They were heavier than I thought, but we managed, with a little effort, to fit them through the side door, and we set them out front.
"Now, can you help me put one at each set of doors?" I asked. "If I drag them, it'll make too much noise, and we might be heard." We set them down at the first set of doors, then set one down and went over to the middle set, then took the last one to the last set of doors.
"Anything else before I take the other three down, and put them over the doors?" He asked.
"Yeah, one more thing." I said. "Help me bring the tools out. If we both do it, it'll only take one trip. But if I bring the cart, it would make too much noise, and the last thing I want, is to be overrun."
"Wait a minute." He said. "Won't you drilling make noise?"
"Yeah, but not as much." I said. We walked inside, and I grabbed the drill kit, and the drill bits, and pocketed some screws. He grabbed the extension cord, and latter. I placed the latter at one part of the door, and drilled holes about a foot apart. Then I did the same to the other side of the doors. At that time, Ben came outside.
"Would you like some help?" He asked. "I don't think you can hold the gate steady, and drill while you're on the latter.
I scratched my head. "Yeah, I didn't think that far ahead." I said, laughing. "Thanks." He put the Phillips head drill bit in the drill, and handed it to me. He held up the gate, and I started screwing the screws in. When I finished, we did the same to the other gates. Me on the latter, and him holding the gate when I was ready. I saw Tierny doing the same for James inside. It wasn't until we were almost done with the third gate, that my phone rang. I set down the drill, and answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"We are almost there. We're about two blocks away but we need you to hurry up. There is a big ass horde of zombies heading our way." I'm gonna let you go, but we will see you soon." He said, and hung up the phone. I finished drilling, and Ben helped bring the tools inside. James was starting on the second gate when we got inside.
"Ben, we need to do the other gate, and do it fast." I said
"Why, what happened?" He asked.
"They're about two blocks away, and they said a horde of zombies is heading this way." I said. "Dammit. All this drilling must've echoed, and alerted them." He set the up latter, and I plugged in the drill. I drilled the holes, and he held up the gate, as I screwed the screws in.
"What do we do?" James asked. "We don't know how long these gates will last. They're screwed in good, but I don't think they can handle the weight of all those zombies pressing against them."
"Does this Wal-Mart have a gun department?" I asked.
"Yes." Ben replied.
"James, go with Ben." I said. "Fill up two carts with all the guns and ammunition you can. I will stay here, and keep a lookout for them."
"Ok, will do." James said, and he and Ben both grabbed a cart, and raced over to the gun department.
"Tierny." I said.
"Yes, Chris?" She asked, coming over to me.
"I need you to go and make sure all metal doors and emergency doors are closed and secure."
"Ok." She said. She kissed me, and ran to check the doors. At this time, I saw my dad, and everyone else at the other end of the parking lot. I ran over to the emergency exit. Replaced the paint bucket in the doorway, and ran over to greet them. Justin was limping. More so than my father, who uses a cane. Justin had his arms over Ian, and Logan, who were helping him walk.
"What happened to you?" I asked.
"I was in the front seat with Johnson." He said. "It took your dad, Dominique, Ian, and Logan's strength to pry the passenger door. It smashed on my leg, but not enough to break it. It just hurts like a bitch. Me, Brenda, and Terrance were almost stuck in there indefinitely."
"Can you walk on your own?" I asked.
"Yeah, but it hurts to." He said. "But I will try."
"Can you still fire a weapon?" I asked.
"Hell yeah." He said. "Dude, I'm not dead. I can still function." We got back to the building, and there was a problem. The side door was closed. The bucket was not there. I started to freak out.
"What the fuck?!" I said. "That was our only way inside. How are we going to get inside now?"
"Why is it closed?" Dad asked me, trying to open it.
"I told Tierny to close and secure all metal doors, and side doors." I said. "I failed to tell her I was going to meet you guys, and there was no other way inside."
"I have her cell number." Brenda said, pulling out her phone. "I can just call her, and have her answer the phone."
I saw the zombies at the street on the other side of the parking lot.
"No need." I said, pulling out dad's phone. "I'll call Ben" I dialed his number, and it rang a couple times.
"Hello?" He said.
"Hey, it's Chris." I said. "I need you to open the side door we came out of. It's locked, and they're here. I got locked outside, and there is a big ass horde of zombies approaching the parking lot, so hurry."
"Ok." He said. "I'm on my way." He hung up, and I put the phone back in my pocket. About a minute later, the door opened. Logan and Ian helped Justin inside, and the rest of us followed. I closed the door when I was sure everyone was inside.
"Ok." I said, leading them over to the middle set of doors. "There are two carts of guns here. Me, Tierny, Tai, Nick, and Dominique will man the middle set. Dad, you take Elisa, Ian, John, and Logan to the left set. Brenda, you, Justin, Terrance, and James take the right side. Take a rifle, and a hand gun as your secondary. Everybody, take a box of ammo for both your guns. What we should do, is have two people at each gate shoot at a time. When they need to reload, the next group shoots. That way, there will be people shooting at all times. Now, everyone take your weapons, and man your stations." I said. I grabbed a rifle from one of the carts, and grabbed two .45's. I loaded all three, and grabbed two boxes of .45 ammo and a box of ammo for my rifle. I holstered both .45's. Tierny, Tai, and Dominique grabbed their weapons, loaded them, and grabbed their ammo, and followed me. Everyone else did the same, and went to their doors. Me and Tierny were the first two up at our gate. The zombies were about 50 yards away now.
"Ok." I yelled. "Fire on my signal." I readied my rifle. "Ready, aim," I looked over at Tierny, and she kissed me. "FIRE!" I yelled, and I started firing at the crowd of zombies.
Glass shattered all over the floor, and bullets started filling the air. Zombies started falling fast left and right. Soon, we ran out of ammo, and we ducked down to reload. The second group then took over. Me and Tierny reloaded our weapons quickly, and were ready for our turn to fire. Soon, they ran out, and we were up. There were a lot of dead corpses, all bloodied up, covering the parking lot. But, they were coming faster than we were killing them. Every time we shot down a zombie, another one took its place. After about six rounds of shooting, we were out of ammunition for our rifles, and had to switch to our handguns. I only used one at a time, because there was only limited space for me to shoot through. If it were more of an open area, I would've used both. We kept dropping zombies by the dozen, but it seemed like there was an endless run of them. We ran out of ammunition after about twenty minutes of shooting, and there were still about fifty or so zombies out there, still heading in our direction. I grabbed my sword, and headed for the door. Tierny and Tai came after me.
"What do you think you're doing?" Tai asked.
"I'm going to kill the rest of them , so they can't get in." I said. "I'm sorry, but I have to. To keep everyone here safe."
"Ok, but we're coming with you." Tierny said, and her and Tai picked up their crowbars.
"But I don't want you girls to get hurt." I said. "I don't think I could live with myself if either of you two got bitten.
"Chris." Tai said. "Whether you like it or not, the world you once knew and loved is gone. We are all a part of this, and, like it or not, all of us have to fight to survive. So, this chivalries bullshit won't cut it anymore. Now, please get out of the way. We have zombies to kill." She and Tierny headed for the door. I followed close behind them. It was true. I still couldn't believe it, but the world it knew IS over. I didn't want to believe it, but I had to face facts. I had to step up, and try to show that I wasn't scared. But I was only kidding myself. The truth was, I was scared shitless. You'd have to be a fool, or mentally ill, to not be. Because even one bite, and you're one of the mindless, bloodthirsty corpses, stumbling around, mindlessly feeding on innocent people. It could happen at any time, and we all had to be prepared. But, most of all, I was scared of losing the people close to me, like Dad, Elisa, Tai, Dominique, Ben, and Tierny. If anything happened to them, because I failed to act, I couldn't live with myself. So yeah, I tried acting like a leader, even though I wasn't one. In this, there is no leader. Only those who work together to survive. Because with leaders, comes corruption. And I didn't want that. So, I readied my sword, and headed out the door.
Tierny to my right, Tai to my left. We readied ourselves. They got about twenty yards away, and we charged them, with our stance low, so we wouldn't get bitten. We sliced through rather quickly, making as much noise as possible to lure them away from the building. Tierny and Tai drug their crowbars on the ground, making this high-pitch grinding noise, which seemed to get their attention. When we got about forty yards away, then we prepared ourselves for another sweep. We lowered our stance, and ran, slicing through the crowd. There were about ten left, and we dealt with them individually, which was piece of cake. I looked down, and my whole jacket and front of my pants, were stained in blood. Same with Tierny and Tai. We walked back to the building, slowly, exhausted. We walked back, arm in arm. When we got to the side door, Dominique held it open.
"Y'all alright?" My dad asked, walking over to us.
"Yeah." I said. "We just need a new change of clothes."
"Well, y'all might want to go over to the clothing department and get changed. It's not like it's stealing, since the people who worked here are probably zombies by now."
"Yeah, you're probably right. I'll be back in a few minutes." I said, and headed over to the clothing department.
I saw a pair of camouflage cargo pants I liked. I grabbed them, a black tank top, and a black cloth belt. I also went over to the shoes, and grabbed a pair of combat boots, and a pack of green boot socks. I figured that it'll be a while before we get to the next checkpoint area, and we'll probably be on foot most of the time. Combat boots last longer than regular shoes. I went to the dressing room, and got the blood-soaked clothes off, and put on the clean, new clothes. The belt was a little small, so after I got dressed, I went back over to the belts, and grabbed a bigger one. I put it on, and walked back to where everyone else was.
"I don't know about y'all, but I'm tired as all hell." I said. At that time, my father and Logan came over to us with a cart. It had two bottles of Crown Royal, two bottles of Smirnoff, four bottles of Pepsi, and eight cans of red Monster.
"So, I assume you don't want to drink with us?" Logan asked, unloading the drinks.
"Well, if you put it that way, I guess I'll stay up for a little while." I said. "But, don't we need glasses first?"
"Oh yeah." Dad said. "I knew we forgot something."
"I'll go get them." I said, grabbing the cart. "I'll be right back." I went to the dish section and grabbed three boxes of rocks glasses. They had five rocks glasses per box. I put them in the cart, and walked back. I opened the boxes, and handed everyone a glass. Dad, Tai, Dominique, Nick, Justin, Brenda, Tierny, James, and John had Crown Royal with Pepsi. Dad poured their drinks, and Logan poured ours. The rest of us had Smirnoff with Monster. Before we started drinking, I went over to the food department, and grabbed three bags of fried chicken from behind the counter. They were already cooked, and still warm from earlier. I came back, and set down the bags.
"Alright, dig in." I said.
"Yeah, because you definitely slaved over a hot stove to cook this, right?" Dad said, laughing, as they grabbed their food. After dinner, we all were a little tipsy, but not drunk. We only had about two drinks each, and we only went through one bottle of Smirnoff, one bottle of Crown Royal, two Pepsis, and four monsters. We were only just getting started. Hell, if the world was coming to an end, we might as well have one last party together before we face it. But, little did I know, this would be the last night all of us would ever be together again
