"Okay, so this may have been a completely terrible idea; but, hey, free Slurpees!" I waggle the over-filled extra-extra-large plastic cup in the air, splashing some of the sugary blue liquid on the shelves.

"Argh; we're right back where we started!" Sayaka growls. "True. I guess that's a testament of how crappy your leadership skills really are." I comment around a mouthful of a Snowball. Snowballs are these disgusting, ugly, pink snack cakes made by the same company as Twinkies; I have to settle for friggin' Snowballs because somebody (I'm not naming any names but... cough, cough, Sayaka...) lost our supply of Twinkies when we were met by a horde of zombies at the docks on the island.

"You know, this reminds me of the scenes during the credits in Day of the Dead, when they finally reach the island only to discover that the infection has already spread throughout the island." I slurp my Slurpee with exaggerated gusto. "Then, why the F*# did you suggest COMING TO THIS GODDAMN ISLAND?" Sayaka shouts. "Caaaaaaaaaaaaaaarlos, Sayaka cuuuuuuuuuuuursed at meeeeeeeeee!" I cry. "Not getting involved." he shouts back from where he and the other boy (um... what was his name again? Alvin?) are engaging in a heated debate about some crappy online game that sounds vaguely like World of Warcraft but isn't.

I suck in a large amount of air to shriek to Alex, but she and Axelle stop me. "Don't even try it."

I turn to Minnie. "Nope." She skips away, holding a large multicolored lollipop.

I eye Sayaka, sucking air through my straw, wondering if I have time to get a refill before the inevitable shouting match, when the doors to the store are flung open and a group of kids rushes in.

"Um, exc-uh-use me, but this is OUR hiding spot." No! I must protect the Slurpees from them; they're my only means of nutrition until we find more Twinkies! I will die without my totally-unhealthy, fattening, completely-composed-of-sugar drink! "Shut it, Boobs for Brains." Sayaka marches over to the boy, who my best guess is the honorary leader, and demands an explanation.

"Damn; that boy is HOT!" I fan myself while I devour another crappy Snowball. God, this one is worst than the last! What the hell are these things made of anyways? Friggin' glue? I chug a 2 liter of Coke. Ahhh, much better.

"Do you have, like, low blood sugar or something?" Minnie asks, glaring at the Hershey bar I start unwrapping. "No; why do you ask?" I swallow half of the bar in one bite.

"Just... wondering." she makes a face, shakes her head, and goes over to Sayaka, who is still talking to this newcomers. Must... protect... the precious... I lean against the Slurpee machine, tempted to mark my territory (and, no, I don't mean pee on it; GOD WHY ARE THE READERS SUCH PERVERTS IF YOU SERIOUSLY JUST THOUGHT I MEANT THAT I WILL REACH THROUGH THIS COMPUTER AND SLAP YOUR FACE HOW ICKY ARE YOU JEEZ!) by writing my name on it in Sharpie or something (see, I'm normal, y'all are just pervs).

"I'm Tyler; this is Nelly, Meredith, Karen, Leah, Mike, and our school doctor Kristi." the boy says. Wow. Prostitution ring, much? No way that many big-chested, super-hot girls would hand around him and a chubby gun freak! Wait... This sounds a lot like one of those comic book-thingies I read once... Nope, not ringing any bells, this isn't a knock off or reference to anything, why would you even guess that? Now go back to gorging yourself on crappy snack foods! Eh, good enough for me.

"Tyler, I'm sooooo scared! Let's make out in the freezer!" one of the girls whines, pressing up against him. "No! Make out with me in the freezer!" While the five girls battle over exactly who will get to make out with Tyler in the freezer, Sayaka just gapes at them, her right eye twitching.

"This... This seems like a teenage guy's dream." Axelle notes, staring, wide-eyed, at the group. "EW THAT'S SO PERVERTED CARLOS I WILL KICK YOUR A$$ IF YOU THINK ABOUT THINGS LIKE THAT WITH GIRLS WHO AREN'T ME! YOU'RE ONLY ALLOWED TO FANTASIZE ABOUT ME, GOT IT?" I toss my empty cup at his head, missing and accidentally hitting Tyler's face.

"OH NO! YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACE!" One of the girls wails. "WHAT A TRAVESTY; WE MUST DESTROY WHOEVER THREATENS TO HARM YOUR GORGEOUSNESS!" Another hisses.

"Out... Just... Just get out."

And so, fifteen minutes later, we'd finally shoved the weirdo perverts out of the shop, probably causing them to get eaten.

"STOP THINKING ABOUT THEIR BOOBS!" I slap Carlos upside the head. "Ow, Jesus; I wasn't thinking about their boobs!"

"YEAH, WELL, YOU BETTER NOT! I'M WAAAAAAAY HOTTER THAN ANY OF THEM, YOU BIG DUM DUM LOSER!"

And then everything went dark.

"CARLOS, YOU B$%# !"

"It wasn't me!"

"Oh, really? Who else would grab my boobs at a time like this?"

"I swear to God, it's not me!"

"Hehe, you got a nice pair."

So then we threw that pedo Tyler out again, and the lights went out again.

"By the way, why did you think I'd grab your-?"

"SHUT UP CARLOS OKAY LEAVE ME ALONE GO DIE IN A HOLE BLEH!"

That's all for now; hope y'all liked it :) I don't know what to do next, so suggestions are more than welcome! ^-^