Hey guys, sorry for the wait on this chapter. In less than two weeks, I will be flying to Florida to see my girlfriend as a surprise, so I won't be updating that week.
Also, there was a bit of confusion about the last chapter. It was a dream sequence.
I'm just curious, do I have to put a disclaimer on every chapter?
The survivors of this story are mine along with the plot, the Green Flu and special infected belong to Valve.
On with the next chapter!
Chapter 2: A Mellow Day
I groggily get up off the couch I fell asleep on. Jasmine had left a few minutes ago, because she realized I wouldn't be honest. Down stairs in the lobby of Ellison High School, I hear Dajuan and Chris arguing over who's going to be in charge for the next two weeks.
Oh right, today is the last day of my being in charge. To relieve the stresses of leadership, we swap command every two weeks.
I get downstairs and see Dajuan and Chris still going at it.
"I'm in charge, Fat Bastard!" Dajuan yelled angrily.
"Like hell you are, Patches!" Chris retorts, referring to the white patches of skin on Dajuans brown skin. "Damien decides, and he ain't gonna pick a dick with no balls!"
Chris' analogies are always interesting to hear, oh well.
"Hey!" I shout, "there are several other more constructive things you two could be doing! It is…" I glance at my watch, "7:30 in the damn morning." I say firmly. I hear Shawna say something along the lines of " this time shouldn't even exist."
Decision time. "Chris, you're in charge." I say.
"What? Why?" Dajuan asks, flabbergasted.
"Because he can keep calm and level-headed in a bind." I reply like it's the most obvious thing ever.
I watch as Dajuan sulk into a corner and heave a sigh.
I went into the former gym, now a makeshift garage, to start repairs on the bus. It used to be an old tour bus. The engine had blown out last night after we got back.
I pop the hood and… shit. The cooling systems out of fluid, it needs a new filter and we have an oil leak. Damn, that's three more things to hunt for on our next supply run.
My stomach growls loudly and I realize I didn't eat last night. I walk back out to the main commence to see everything running smoothly. In the cafeteria, I see a somewhat small line for food. It seems that we have more and more survivors everyday: our little group of eight grew into a small community.
I walk over to Shaun, who's in charge of keeping track of how many people are here.
"How many?" I ask in all seriousness.
"Eighty seven." He replies, "thirty one over the age of eighteen and fifty six under eighteen."
"Not bad." I reply, stealing his bread roll, "but it's gonna get hard to feed and take care of all of these people."
"I know."
The rest of the day was slow and uneventful with the occasional horde rush. I look at my watch, near midnight, 11:43 p.m.
I hear a clinking noise coming from the garage followed by someone muttering under their breath. I open the door and see Jasmine. I walk over to her without her noticing my presence. "Whatcha doin'?"
"Woah, crap!" she whispers loudly, whipping around to see me. "Jeez, you scared me! I'm loading the bus up with supplies for the next run."
"You need to sleep. I'll finish up here" I say.
"Okay, thank you, night." She says with a yawn.
"G'night, Darlin'" I reply with a kiss and send her off to bed. I look into the bus to see that it's loaded like shit, with food and ammo all mixed together. It takes two hours for me to finish loading it properly and I'm so tired that I fall asleep on the stairs leading onto the bus. It certainly was a mellow day.
End chapter 2