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Luka dropped Enfys as soon as he reached the end of the stairs. Having calmed down, Enfys stood up, brushing himself off. "Since you CLEARLY don't know your way around, I will take it upon myself to help you." Luka gave Enfys a look of distaste. "But won't Derek help me?" Enfys laughed. "Sweetie, that asshole doesn't help nobody. He just looks for survivors on his own." The Macedonian gave an understanding nod. "But before we leave, have this." He gave Luka a walkie-talkie and a map. "Just in case one of us either loses you or you lose us, use these to help you find your away around. Also, take this." He also handed over a handgun. "You'll need it. But anything counts as a weapon. Don't forget that." Luka gave an understanding nod. "Now, Luka. The-" Luka's walkie-talkie went off. "Answer it, Luka." Enfys moved his hand as if to signal Luka to pick it up. He did as he was told. "Hello?" he asked. "Luka!" Fae's voice could be heard from the other end of the machine. "We're sorry we weren't there. Derek wanted us to leave you and Enfys behind to gather more survivors since the two of you are the fastest of all of us. Now listen closely. I saw a three survivors trapped in a clothing store on the third floor. One of them is hurt. Can you go and get them?" "Of course we can!" Luka eagerly responded. "But befor you do, there's something I need to wa-" Enfys took the walkie-talkie and cut off the call. "It's better that you see than for you to be told." He said in a serious tone. Luka nodded. "Now come, child. Elevator's that way." Enfys walked toward the elevator. Luka followed. He looked around. Sparsely any zombies had gotten to the second floor yet. He hoped that this meant that there would be almost none on the third level. Enfys pressed the button, calling the elevator to their location. To Enfys's horror, when the door opened, his worst nightmare had come true. On the front page of the magazine the zombie occupying the elevator was holding, the outfit the model was wearing was absolutely HORRID. Plus, it was supposed to be the magazine's last issue! I mean, if you're going to go out of business, do it in style, holy shit people. Enfys thought in disgust as the zombie trudged towards him with the intent of eating his flesh. Sighing, Luka pulled out a pistol and shot the zombie in between the eyes, putting an end to his reign of terror. He grabbed Enfys and dragged him into the elevator. The door closed with some difficulty as he had no choice but to listen to his companion bitch about the model's choice of attire.
Isn't Enfys such a sassy gay bitch? R&R, please c:
