CHAPTER 2
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It was 9:30 p.m., and night had set. A black Mazda was the only car in sight in the forest it was driving through. It was going a decent 50 miles per hour on the two way dirt road. It had the windows down with the music on, and the two characters inside were new to this city. They were going to Angel City to meet Draith, a long time friend of the male. As Julien-K played 'What I'm Made Of' of the CD player, the female spoke. "Honestly, Ryke, you really think he's the exact same as he was four years ago?" Ryke smiled and looked at his sister.
"Yeah, I am. He still had that 'This is bull shit' tone in his voice, and he still called me Ricky. And he called you Shin." Shyne shook her head at her brother's comment.
"I have a feeling that tells me you two are gonna be just like you were back then. Damn, the people change, but everyone I have to do with stands still." Ryke laughed and reached into the backseat, pulling up two small circular devices. Shyne rolled her eyes. "Come on Ryke, you're not going to wear those as soon as you see him, are you?" Ryke put one on the hand that wasn't holding the steering wheel. He pushed a few buttons and twisted the device clockwise, then pulled it back (cocked it).
"Yep." The song changed to Bloodhound Gang's 'No Hard Feelings'. The siblings were quiet and listened to the music as Ryke steered down the road. Ryke looked to the right, where he saw a very disturbing figure limping towards the car with its arms out. He looked at the thing and stopped. He looked at Shyne. "God, the people here are gonna be weird as hell." He opened the door and stood up. "Hey! You need help? You know you're… bleeding from… the neck…" As the figure came within twenty feet of him, he saw it's white eyes and heard it's drizzling moans. He hopped in the car and took off. As Shyne looked back, she spoke.
"That guy looked like a zombie! He took quite a beating from whatever bit him!" Ryke shivered. He stared intently ahead.
"Freak." He picked up speed and passed a few bodies that had been tore open, revealing the insides- or what would have been insides. They nearly threw up as they approached the city. Ryke flew through the streets of the town, noticing barely any people around. Shyne frowned even deeper.
"What in the… hell?" Ryke continued to drive until he reached the Ice Cream Shop, where he was supposed to meet Draith.
"Of course, he's not here." Shyne smiled.
"Well, Ryke, it looks like he hasn't changed." Just as they got out of the car, Draith Came out of the store, another weird freak following him. He turned around and swung at the thing with his hoverboard and knocked its head off. Ryke noticed the board.
"Nope. Not a bit." Draith turned around to see Ryke and Shyne looking at him like he was a zombie. He walked up to Ryke and high fived him.
"Sup Rykester?" He noticed he only had one of his cannons on. He smiled. "You lose one?" Ryke shook his head and pulled the other cannon out of the car. Draith laughed and looked at Shyne. "Shiny. The bitch. You haven't changed either." Shyne smiled and winked.
"You got that right." She hit him on the back on his head. "And bitchier than ever." Draith rubbed his head in pain.
"Yeah, I can tell." Ryke looked at Draith.
"What in the hell are these freaks?" He pointed to the body. Draith sweatdropped.
"Uh, yeah. Bad time for y'all to show up cuz, uh… we're having a little problem with zombies…" The siblings flipped out.
"WITH WHAT?" Draith nodded.
"Yeah. They've been increasing massively ever since a guy at Salaman's Drive-Thru Restaurant reported one of them ate an officer, some of the customers, and the two staff members." Shyne hiccupped. Ryke frowned.
"Where did they come from?" Draith shrugged.
"I don't know. But you better prepare those cannons, you're gonna need them."