"So how are we going to get out of here?" Blake asked as Coal tried to open the closest door to the top of the old staircase. It was locked, and felt as if there was a barricade on the other side. It was covered in what seemed like claw marks from people trying to get in.
"The houses in this part of town seem to be pretty close together," Coal said, leading the group to the other side of the hall and into another bedroom, which was open. "If need be, we could maybe, and this is a big maybe, try jumping from roof to roof, at least until we get far enough away from here since the majority of the zombies out there are now piling up where the stairs used to be."
"Sweet," Theo said in a monotone.
"Yes, sweet," Ethan mocked. "Its sweet to be trapped in a suburban house with 3 little emo pricks while hundreds of zombies try to claw our goddamn brains out."
"So what's your problem anyway?" Luke asked.
"He's British and looks like Kevin Spacey," Theo chimed in before Ethan had time to react. "I'd be pissed too."
Luke and Blake laughed slightly. Coal smiled but didn't make a noise. Theo's joke was met with a snarl from Ethan, but he seemed to drained to do any more.
Blake stood up from the group and headed for the door.
"Where are you going?" Coal asked.
"Bathroom," he replied, walking out of the door and into the closest one. He flushed it once. "We've still got water. Might as well take advantage of it."
He flipped the light switch on and closed the door behind him gently, but quickly noticed another door on the other side of the room. He walked over and opened it, revealing the second upstairs bedroom.
Blake walked in and flipped the lights on. Inside was the body of a boy he knew from school. His name was Zachary Gifford. They didn't really talk, but they knew each others name. He sat up against the far wall in a pool of blood; a bullet wound adorning the side of his head. In his left hand was a pistol.
"Bastard just couldn't take it..." Blake said as he walked towards the corpse. He knelt down and stared at it, making sure it was actually a corpse.
From the looks of it, Zachary Gifford would never rise again. Blake took the pistol from his hand and stuffed it into his pants. It had 5 shots in it.
"Rest easy," Blake whispered to the corpse, then stood up again and looked around the room. The barricade included a dresser, a mattress and an acoustic guitar. Blake quickly picked the instrument up and plucked each string. All in perfect tune.
He turned and walked over to the window. He stared into the streets below, not seeing a single zombie stumbling about. "Sticking to rooftops would be safer," he said to himself. He kept looking around the room for something else that could potentially be helpful. Some rope, water bottles, and some mild painkillers.
"Blake!" Luke yelled. "What's taking you?"
"Would you stop fucking yelling?!" Ethan nearly screamed. Blake laughed. He left the room, closing the door behind him and meeting the others back in the room.
"Where did you get the guitar?" Coal asked immediately.
"The bathroom connects to the other bedroom," Blake answered. "But there isn't really much in there. Some rope and water bottles, Tylenol... That's all."
Blake walked over to the room's bed and started playing an acoustic version of the last song they had played last night, Deicide.