Sorry for taking forever before writing another chapter... my boyfriend's been all needy lately, so I haven't had time to do anything besides spending hours convincing him I love him and that I'm not cheating on him -_-'' So, anyways, I hope you like it ^-^ Comments are welcome
"Of course; everything goes to s#*% once Boobs for Brains has to use the bathroom." Sayaka grumbled, decapitating a zombie with her wooden sword. "How is it that the dumbest person among us always seems to save our asses?"
After Boobs for Brains had threatened to pee all over the floor and was finally given permission to go alone, the barricade at the front of the mall was broken through and swarms of the undead had begun chasing after them. Currently, they were surrounded and the mall cops had already been turned into corpse food.
"Hey, guys, did you know there was such a thing as fried Twinkies?" Boobs for Brains inquired, totally oblivious that her comrades were surrounded by zombies, while shoving a fried Twinkie into her mouth whole. "THESE ARE FREAKIN' AMAZING!" She declared, holding a fried heart attack just waiting to happen in the air. "Isn't this- oh, crap." She stared at the hordes of the undead in shock.
At that exact moment, the zombies trampled over a Twinkie Sayaka had accidently dropped. "OH, HELL NO! B#*%^ES BEST NOT BE RUINING MY TWINKIES!" She crushed the Twinkie she was holding, custard spilling out.
"Time to die, you psycho freaks! NOBODY TOUCHES MY FRIGGIN' TWINKIES!" Coincidentally, she was standing beside one of those axes encased in glass things with IN CASE OF FIRE written on it, so she punched through the glass, grabbed the axe, and started swinging.
Fifteen minutes later, all the zombies were dead. She held out her hand to Alex, "Twinkie, please." Alex tossed it to her. "By the way, why the hell is the story in third person now? I swear to God, every time I leave you people alone for FIVE FREAKING MINUTES, you totally ruin EVERYTHING!"
"Fine, go back to narrating then, Boobs for Brains."
I shoved the Twinkie in my mouth whole. "I'm back, b#*%^es."
And then everything went dark.
"Dammit, Carlos; you stepped on my foot."
"Oops, sorry."
"You should be! These are freaking Gucci!"
"Weren't you wearing sneakers five minutes ago though?"
"I may or may not have robbed a Gucci store while I was gone."
"Oh. Okay."
"Yeah. So get your big clown feet off my foot, Carlos, or I WILL CUT YOU!"
"Got it, got it."
"Will you two SHUT UP? You just RUINED the ENDING of the CHAPTER!"
"Fine, fine. It's over."
And then we left the mall in silence.