Jason

I was only a little peeved. Honestly. I mean, all Kevin did was attract the attention of a psychopathic serial killer. But we had rocket launchers and AK-47's. Fuck it. I was pissed.

I grabbed Kevin from the scruff of his shirt and jerked him down as Nazz began to shoot.

"Jimmy!" I yelled. "SPAS shotgun! Now! Johnny, AK-47! Kevin…" I looked down at him. "Ammo boy."

He looked at me sheepishly, but he realized what his job was. He was as pissed as I was. Before he could throw a punch, I threw him down and grabbed a Dragnuv sniper rifle. I rested it down on the dash and looked down the scope. Nazz was reloading and ducking, using a pile of decapitated and butchered bodies as non-struggling human shields. She looked up and fired. I ducked and forced Kevin down; he was up and ready to start either fighting or firing. The bullet clipped me shoulder, taking a thin chunk of meat from it.

A Molotov hit the side of the RV, igniting the metal.

"Get out!" I yelled. "Bail!"

Jimmy passed me. he saw the blood. He saw the wound. He stopped.

"Go!" I said, struggling backwards. "Just leave me a gun and I'll be fine."

"No," he said. And stood his ground.

Jimmy

I saw Jason, bloody and wounded, and I knew I had to stay. He was going to be killed. I wasn't going to let Nazz, the best friend, kill another. I had to repay her for the two lives; Sarah and Rolf. I pumped the shotgun and stood in front of Jason.

I heard him fumbling with something in the background, but I only focused on the approaching Nazz. I raised my shotgun to shoulder, aimed.

And something behind me fired just as Nazz did. The first bullet, Jason's, hit the melting metal of the front of the RV. It collapsed. The second just made it under. And hit me in the chest.

I fell back in shock and amazement. Blood squirted from my chest like a twisted SuperSoaker. I seemed to be suspended in the air forever before I landed on the ground with a hard thump.

"Jimmy!" Jason screamed. "Jimmy! Oh, shit! Oh, fuck, oh shit!"

He came over to me. His hands tore my blue turtle neck and I braved to look down. I saw a mini fountain of blood. I let my head fall back. It hit the ground with another thud.

"Am…I…am I…gonna…" I shivered; the room seemed so chilly all of a sudden. "Am I gonna…die, Mr. Jason?"

"No!" he screamed, looking at me. The same desperation in his eyes. The same desperation as when Rolf had died. "Damn it! The blood won't stop! Fuck! Jimmy, stay awake! God damn it, Jimmy, stay awake! Stay the fuck awake! I can't handle another loss! This is all my fault!" He took the gun from his belt and turned away. I looked up feebly and saw that he was shaking and pointing the barrel to his head. I could hear him sobbing.

"Don't…Mr.…Jason…" I said. "What…happened?"

"Damn it! Don't talk, Jimmy. It wastes energy." He reached in his pocket and produced two small cans; one Liquid Ice, the other RedBull. "Which one do you want. Point." I did and he brought the Liquid Ice to my lips. I sipped and drank.

CRASH! It sounded like an airplane had crashed next to us.

BA-BA-BA-BA-BA-BA-BANG! The Ak-47s going off?

Jason threw himself around me as bullets began to pierce the melting metal. He looked up and grabbed the boo-boo kit (Sarah used to call it that) and a blue vest with FBI stenciled onto it with white paint and picked me up and brought me outside.

It wasn't much better outside. It was a total gunfight. I picked up a revolver laying on the ground and shot towards the enemy. Jason ripped it from my hand and laid me down on his orange, zip-up jacket. He opened the first aid kit (which is what its really called) and took out two pieces of gauze and a big roll of brown stuff that looked like gauze. He picked me up by the shoulder with one arm so that my bullet wound was shown. He placed the two pieces of gauze there and put the roll underneath me, rolling some out. I began to feel dizzy for some reason. Light headed. He put two patches of gauze where the bullet had entered and wrapped the entire roll of brown gauze all around my bullet wound.

"Jimmy, I want you to put on this vest, okay?" he asked me in a way calmer voice than before.

"I…don't wanna…it's…ugly…"

"It's bulletproof."

He helped me put it on and hid me away in the corner, surrounding me with blankets that he had taken from the RV beds. He then put me in a metal sheeting tent and told me to stay still and try not to use to much energy. He placed a large can of Full Throttle at my side. He had already opened it for me. How nice…

Johnny

Plank was watching all flanks as I shot guns at the Kankers. And, weirdly, Nazz thinks she one of the Kankers, too.

"Left! Left!" Plank yelled.

I turned to the left and saw that the Kanker with the red afro coming towards us.

"Didn't we-isn't she dead?" Plank and me yelled at the same time.

I turned towards Kevin, who was firing an AK-67 (I think) at Nazz. He was into it and was trying to hit her, but she dodged into the piles of dead bodies before the spray of bullets could hit her. He slumped down when his gun made a noise like this: CHA-CHA-CHA-CHA-CHA! He slumped down, using the metal barricade in front of us as a shield while he handed Plank his empty magazine and reloaded his new one. Plank was the ammo boy. Wasn't that great!

Plank was really good at ammo boy, too. I would look away for a second and he'd have the clips ready to go. He handed it to me and I slipped it into Kevin's pocket.

I began to fire with the gun that looked like the one Kevin was using, except it was smaller, black and the wire butt (ha, ha, ha! Butt!) could collapse to the did and there was a switch that made it go BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM really, really fast.

I turned towards Nazz as she popped up and me and Kevin began to fire at her. But she was graceful like a ga…ga…whatever Double Dee called it and we missed every one. She turned towards me and shot. I ducked. And the bullet hit something hard, splintering it.

"Ha, Nazz aim sucks, right, Buddy!" I said to Plank and began to fire back.

There was no reply.

"Buddy? Plank?"

I looked down and saw him lying down.

"Jeez, buddy! You need to pick yourself up before someone…trips…over…NO!"

I grabbed him and got several splinters in the fingers. He had a huge hole in the middle of him, the wood that he was was spread all over in fluffy balls. I began to drop down near him and cry.

"Johnny, go on," Plank said soothingly. "Be strong. There's…a…a…a…" He shivered in my hands. "There's an entire supply store of Planks in the world….just stop them…"

I laid my best friends down to rest and fought again. But this time….it was personal…

Kevin

I saw Fluffy come out being carried by Jason. I was reloading at the time. He had a chest bullet shot, but he was wide awake. Jason laid him down on his trademark orange jacket and had administered first aid to him. He then slipped on a jacket over his head and swaddled him up in blankets, putting him in a fort made out of metal sheeting.

He ran back into the RV, which was on fire and melting.

I heard a shot cry out and ducked. I saw a piece of wood go flying. As it twirled, I could make out that it was…oh, shit! It was Plank!

Jason ran out just as Johnny had got done talking to it and began to fire. He was wearing on of the vests that he had given Jimmy and he handed the rest out to us.

"It's worth shit at point blank!" he yelled, cocking an MP5. "But it'll maybe prevent you from dying."

He began to fire as I popped up and began to fire. Johnny was down, reloading his gun. Jason ran out and began to reload. He popped up with Johnny and began to fire.

I shot at a Molotov that was coming towards me. It shattered, illuminating the ground.

I looked over and saw that a Molotov was coming towards Jason. he put out his hand sideways and caught it. In the same motion, he threw it back. It shattered on an old, beat up Lincoln and chickened out the two Kankers hiding behind there. We shot at them…but they were behind a pile of bodies too quick.

I felt Jason pushing me down. I was pissed; how dare he stop my shots!

"Grenades!" he yelled. "On three!"

I dropped my AK-47 and got out a grenade.

"Hold down the lever and pull on my mark, but don't throw!"

He made sure everyone did as he said. He then let us pull the pins. I did with my teeth. I almost threw it, but my survival instincts told me not to.

"On three, you throw. One!"

Ed was looking determined. I guess the dork was trying to figure out when three would come.

"Two!"

Johnny was gasping from exhaustion. He was the first to have his energy drink high go low.

"THREE!"

We threw and ducked down, covering our ears. The explosion was still loud and clear, though. I was trying to get up to look, but Jason held me down. I felt a moment of anger; this…dork!...was trying to stop me from seeing. But in a second, I saw why.

The Kankers and Nazz emptied their clips and ran away. Apparently, no one was killed (to my disappointment).

Jason jumped up and ran towards Jimmy. He was still alive, and wired. I could see a can of Full Throttle (empty) at his side. His eyes were wide and pupils huge…like a crack addict.

I fell back, second to fall victim to exhaustion. We hadn't slept or eaten anything in the past two days. It was taking it toll on me…