A/N: 나는 돌아왔다, 사람들! OMG GUYS I FRICKEN MISSED YOU SO DAM MUCH! TIS BEEN A WHILE! I know it seems like I've been dead all this time... AND I'M NOT GONNA DENY IT! Quarantine... bad... and now I'm 200% more potato than I was before. And I was a lot of potato before, so that's saying something! I guess it's different for everyone. Some writers feel more motivation to write during these times, but lol I feel kinda demotivated to update my stuff... but I've been trying to write with as much vigor as I can! Also it's like 2k words longgg so ENJOY! :)

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Sokeefe (2?): Tysm omg! It makes me literally so ecstatic to hear that you love it! Also- if you think that's crazy, you haven't seen me. *nervous chuckle*

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Sokeefe (1?) : I'll try lol! Aww no thank you! Lmbooo soz that's kinda my thanggg!

kiki: #conspiracytheories lmao. Hmmmmmmm the maple syrup factories producing syrupy scents in the air? Wait that's a GOOD thing! Lollll no pls do tell!

ArrowOfTheMoonlark: Why hello! Oof same here. *tries to bleach memory out of brain* ;) Ty, master, I will be sure to do that next time I stalk my victim haha. #creepypotatoesforever. yOu'Re wElCoMe. Lol Sophie. Lmao sorry idk what I wrote there. Looking back it does look weird. I guess I was thinking Sophie was tired already and she just didn't feel it in her to move? Lol idk. Yesss Keefe does have his priorities in order, shut up Ron XD. Aww *gives you another virtual hug* Tyyyyy *heart emoticon here*

20- Stupid Frog

"I'll take care of it," groans Emora.

"I'll drop you off," Avery offers. "I need to go grab some FedEx shipment that came for me, anyways."

Emora flashed him a grateful smile. "Thanks, Avery."

"Don't forget the Caprisun. Oh, and the Cheetos! Definitely get some Doritos, too!" Keefe yells from his spot on the armchair.

Emora rolls her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I'll get everything your whiny ass wants."

Keefe smirks, propping his legs up on the armrest. "You better," he grunts.

Emora rolls her eyes and follows after Avery, shutting the door behind her.

I sit on the floor, crossing my legs and placing my arms on my knees, my elbows digging into the skin. "So... what do we do now?" I ask with a resigned sigh.

The room was coldly silent in reply to my voice.

I glance up and see Keefe and Tam in a death glare. "Umm, guys?" Nothing. Their eyes were locked in a fit of fury. "T-Tam?" No answer. "Keefe?" Keefe didn't say a word but kept glaring at Tam as though he was Chupacabra. "You guys?" I huff in exasperation and jump to my feet, reluctantly crossing the room over to get to Zed. "Dude, I can't believe I'm saying this, but do you know what the heck is going on with Keefe and Tam?"

Zed smirked self-satisfiedly. "I knew you'd come whimpering to me with your next problem." He tries to lean back into his chair, but ended up shaking the legs uncontrollably and nearly toppling over. I grab the handles and steady it, raising an eyebrow. He chuckled sheepishly.

I clear my throat, expectantly darting both of my irises to the other part of the room, where Tam and Keefe hadn't even noticed I left, where they were still in a battle of sorts. "I just need you to tell me- what is wrong with them? Like, are they archnemises or something?"

Zed scoffed. "How would I know? I'm a mere prisoner, tied up and binded to a chair, with no sense of dignity left in my godforsaken body," he whined, staring at me with puppy-eyes.

I huff out a breath of warm air. "Obviously you know something, based on your reaction when I asked you the question in the first place!"

Zed arched a brow upwards, appearing mildly impressed. "You're observant, I'll give you that, girl."

I roll my eyes. "Tell me something I don't know," I brag, sitting down on the small ripped and lint-covered rug under Zed's chair. I tap my knee impatiently. "You know something. So spill it," I order.

Zed wrinkles his nose and lowers his head to his hands, which were binded against his chest.

"What... are you even doing?" I blink.

"Scratching my head," he rasps, bones popping in his neck as he pulled his head back upright. "Sorry about that. Prisoner life, am I right?"

I snort. "Stop stalling and just tell me. I know there's... something... going on between Tam and Keefe, and I want to know what." I cough softly into my fist, a sudden lodge in my throat. Stupid frog in my esophagus! Zed raises an eyebrow in concern at my action, but doesn't say a word. This guy really weirded me out sometimes. "I'm tired of being left in the dark about..." Cough. "-everything!" I add, furiously rubbing at my neck.

"Are you feeling ill?" Zed finally asks, blinking. "You keep coughing and your face is pale."

I try to scoff, but it comes out as another choked cough. "Nah, of course not. I'm fit as a fiddle," I answer smoothly- or, not so smoothly considering the foreign cough in my system. Zed suddenly scowls at me. I frown, not knowing why it was all of a sudden, when two arms slide on my back and heave me up.

"God, I forgot how heavy you are," Tam complains.

"Excuse you," I scoff. "And also, why- ouch, hey, watch it!"

Tam accidentally hit the side of my ankle on the minifridge as he carried me. "Sorry," he muttered, but he didn't sound genuine.

He kicked the side of the armchair, making Keefe wince.

"Hey, that's not- wait, is Sophie okay?"

"No she is not. Now yeet yourself right off the couch before I have to do it for you."

"I don't need to lie down- geez!" I grunted as Tam placed me on the armchair; Keefe had immediately jumped off once he had noticed my state. I narrowed my eyes and glared daggers at the two boys standing before me. "Guys, what the heck?" I shouted, my voice hoarse.

"Don't wear out your voice, you're sick," Tam pointed out.

"Thank you, Captain Obvious," I said sarcastically.

"It must've been the cold weather," Keefe muttered to himself. He lifted his head and reluctantly looked Tam in the eye- and not in a rude way. "Do we have any aspirin?"

I pulled myself upright and kicked my feet out, ready to stand up. Tam grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back onto the armchair. I scowled, opening my mouth to speak. Tam pressed a finger to my lips. "No, don't say anything," he orders me. "It'll strain your voice."

I huff and fall back into the armchair, my head lying on the armrest. Tam picks up his phone and holds it up to his ear. "Yeah, Emora? D'you think you could pick up some cough medicine from Walgreens while you're out? Yeah, Sophie has a cold." Furious chatter vaguely was heard from the audio. Tam quickly turns to me, setting the phone down for a second. "Do you want anything?"

"Pringles," I mouth.

Tam frowns. "Jingles?"

"She said Pringles," interpreted Keefe, glancing at me in verification. "Right?"

I give them a short nod.

A weird look comes over Tam's face and he shoots Keefe a brief yet very heated glare for one fast moment before nodding and putting the phone back to his ear. "Pringles," he tells Emora.

I cross my arms impatiently, my stomach roaring in protest.

Keefe seems mildly impressed by my stomach's excessively extra growling. "How can a person be that hungry?" he asks, eying my stomach with a laughing glint in his ice-blue eyes.

"You obviously haven't met Sophie," cut in Tam, rolling his eyes with a snort.

"Hey!" I groan. "It's not my fault. It's my stomach's. I didn't choose the thug life. It chose me."

Tam shook his head, letting out an exhale probably aimed at my statement, and ended the call. "Emora's on it. She'll get here with your Pringles and cough medicine in half an hour. Meanwhile, try not to talk much, would you?"

I stretch out on the armchair and shrug. "It doesn't hurt my throat, Tam," I inform him.

Tam sighs. "Still," he states.

About forty-five minutes later, there was a loud beat at the door. It sounded like it was put to the tune of Uptown Funk. That was definitely Emora.

Keefe jumped in excitement and ran to the door. "Here're your Cheetos," Emora handed a sagging Target bag to Keefe, who yipped in excitement as he instantly tore open the bag to find his snacks. "Sophie, your cough syrup," she added, coming up to my side and giving me a small bottle that was filled to the brim with an unsightly bubbly black substance.

I took it gratefully and ripped the cap off, guzzling it down greedily, ignoring the bitter, disgusting taste washing down my throat.

Emora's eyes widened in alarm and she yanked it from my face. "You just went over the recommended dosage, Sophie. That's more than enough." She digs around in the bags a little before her hand returns with a small bag of Pringles. "If you're hungry, eat these."

I shrug and take the bag from her, tearing it open and diving into the goodness that is known as Pringles.

A techno song starts playing, the sound coming from Emora's pocket. She pulls her phone out and holds it to her ear. "Yeah?" A small smile flits across her lips. "Avery, that's amazing! Bring them here- oh wait, right." She groans. "I'll ask him." She taps mute and stares at Tam.

"What do you want now?" Tam sighs exasperatedly, pushing my legs to the side to make room for him to sit beside me.

"Weelll," Emora grins. "Avery met with some old friends and-"

Tam rolls his eyes. "And, let me guess, they need a place to stay and Avery stupidly invited them like the weak dumbass he is?"

Emora shrugged. "Pretty much, yeah," she admitted. Her eyes narrowed. "But I wouldn't call him a weak dumbass. He's just being a good friend."

After I pointed out (taking Emora's side, 'cause I obviously support a girl I hardly just met over my boyfriend) not-so-gently that we were going to ditch Mexico in a few days anyways, why not let them stay here at least until we leave, Tam conceded. "But they better not consume most of the rations," he added after he reluctantly gave in.

Emora nodded eagerly. "That can be arranged," she said, picking her phone back up and unmuting it. "It's on," she exclaimed. I heard faint shouting of excitement from the audio. Emora flashed us a grin and ended the call. She glanced around the bunker with a frown. "You know, there's an Ikea not too far away. Would it kill you to buy more furniture instead of just having this one armchair everyone has to squeeze onto."

"She's got a point, Tam," I agree, folding my arms on my chest. "You're gonna break my ankle any minute now."

Tam looked down and suppressed a tiny smile as he noticed he was sitting on my ankle. "Sorry," he said, though he sounded amused and not all that apologetic. "But anyways- we don't have the time nor the money to invest in improving the bunker. Which is a bunker. Not a castle. It's not supposed to have all the special amenities your heart desires."

Emora scoffs. "But it wouldn't hurt to have a few more seating arrangements, now would it?"

Tam narrows his eyes, shooting daggers at her, but not saying a word.

I anxiously lie there, worrying about what was yet to come.

A/N: First off, I know what you guys are thinking O.o. And let me just say- NO. Sophie does not have the coronavirus. I would prefer not to incorporate such a negative and downer thing to my fanfiction. So. No. I had this in mind for the plot wayyy before the coronavirus took over the world. Just wanted to make sure nobody jumped to that awful conclusion. No, no, absolutely not, *shudder*.