A/N: Sorry if this isn't as funny as the others, if you even consider those funny. But I'm pretty bummed out right now. Generally, being alone from my parent's after school and being all alone sucks. Normally, I'd be playing L4D right now, but I'm pretty sad. I'm so sad, I don't want to listen to music. AND I LOVE MUSIC! Anyway's, no crossovers in this one, just pure, good old retarded friends.
Emily the Witch and Jen the Hunter decided to leave Canada and head back to America, and it's not because they think America is better, and belive me they don't, it's because they're bored. And Emily want's to go back to the Sugar Mill and get into a fight with the Witch that has been picking on her over e-mail.
Now, if any Survivors saw them, they would think of them as two survivors arguing, which, infact, they weren't. There conversation goes a little like this:
"Emily, I'm gonna grape you."
"Not if I grape you first."
"You're not going to be able to grape me first, 'cause I'm gonna grape you first."
"Nuh uh."
"Yep. And you can't stop me."
"Wanna bet."
"Did I ever tell you about the time me an' my buddy Keith had a water balloon fight," Jen started mimicking Ellis' southren accent at almost perfection, "You know wha' we filled them balloon's were filled wit? Actually, I ain't gonna tell ya, 'cause you're a little la'y." Emily burst out laughing and Jen yanked out a handful of grapes, and chucked them at Emily.
"Ow, ow, ow, yum, ow." Emily squelled. Jen giggled manically. Emily glared at Jen and roared, causing Jen to turn tail and run, still giggling.
-Jen's current hiding place in the vent-
Jen was panting heavily, still hiding from the growling creature that was known by Emily, now wishing she didn't chuck the grapes at Emily. Her adreniline running through her veins started to stop, allowing her to calm down. Slowly, she started to fall asleep. Then she did.
-Emily's current spot-
Emily knew Jen was up in a vent, she just didn't know which one. Until she heard her Hunter friend yelp. Emily rushed towards the noise, only to see a rather dumb and rather ANGRY Tank pummling her. She was in pain, and maybe dieing. Emily attacked the Tank, killing him.
Emily looked at her friend. It turns out Jen wasn't in PAIN, or dieing, she was just very grumpy for being awoken adrubtly from her nap. She stood, rubbing the back of her head. "Jen, how'd you survive a Tank attack?"
"Emily, you're my Best Friend AND a Witch. I've probably been stabed by you who knows how many times. Besides I'm a female, and a special infected. I'm stronger then I look." Emily just laughed.
