A few weeks after I had arrived, mine, Madison's, and Bayley's girl time became longer and brighter. Originally, they asked where I was from, boyfriends I had, friends, family, jobs, etc. One time, we talked about our pre-apocalypse experiences.

"Tobin once told a story about the time he and Ted once tried fishing at sea." Madison had said while we were having some wine.

"How did it go?" I asked.

"I forgot, you should ask Tobin."

So I did.

"One day, when I was a young-un, pops took me en Ted fishin. We knew how ta fish and shet. But we didn't know Ted got seasick quickly. Ted started up chucking like crazy, and he went in. Me and pops then got a stupid idea to see how many time I can get him to come out. Needless ta say, the boat was quite smelly. He refused to come out until I ended up catching a big arse fish. He came out, vomited again, slipped, and stayed inside for the rest of the trip."

I laughed at the story as it was quite a humorous story, but stopped when Ted walked in asking about what was so funny. I made a excuse, and Ted bought it. Tobin gave a thumbs up, and we went our different ways.

Today's topic was a very teenage girl slumber party like one. It was cutest guy.

"Well, we know who we're counting out." Madison said.

"Oscar and his group of pricks?"

Besides Tobin and the others, there were four others who were group members. Oscar, Douglas, Khalil, and Emile. They were arrogant, cocky, brash, annoying, and just unpleasant. They constantly did obscene things and did various gestures that even disgusted Justin! Fucking Justin!

"I heard a story that Oscar actually tried to become leader and prove he could by fighting and beating Tobin." Madison said.

"You kidding me?"

"I'm not, spoilers, Oscar tried for a punch, missed, got cocky, then Tobin kicked his balls, kneed his face, and went unconscious for a hour and a half."

"Oh my god, he's weak as shit."

"Didn't mean he kept trying with the same results."

"Oscar would probably make us all his slaves while he sits on his ass and does nothing." Bayley said.

A few hours passed by as we talked and at one point, Tobin came in inform Bayley he was going on a run. They returned later and we decided to end the day with one last drink. I luckily had a high tolerance for alcohol, but Madison and Bayley were pretty much drunk enough that they didn't even know what was going on. Then they started kissing, which Tobin saw and responded with:

"Can I join in?"

I jokingly shoved Tobin out of the room and went upstairs. Tobin said he was going to check the perimeter quickly, then head up. My room was a cubicle office, with grey plastered on the walls, giving the slightly uncomfortable area a dull feeling. Tobin later came up with a Nicki Minaj poster and put it on my wall.

"I never kept up with trends, but my neighbor listens to it. I don't know why since all I hear is rapping that sounds like Ted's bowels when he eats chicken. But I guess you like it maybe?"

In truth, I didn't, but since Tobin at least tried, I kept it. Later that night, while I attempted sleep, I heard a noise coming from the hallway.

It was slow and almost silent. It sounded like someone was sneaking around. I sat up and fumbled around for a flashlight. My hands eventually found grazed the metallic flashlight and I picked it up and aimed it at the entrance.

Emile stood at the entrance wearing nothing but his boxers. His dark skin illuminated due to light, but it seemed different.

"Emile? Are you peeping again?!"

Emile huffed and coughed. At this point, I saw him sweating, his skin was paler, and his eyes were yellowed.

"Shoot me..."

Emile then collapsed on the floor and as I looked at his dead body, I saw a bite mark on his ankle. As I tried getting up to head to Tobin, Emile's now undead corpse latched onto my ankle, trying to pull me into his jaws. I shrieked and fell over, trying to pull myself away. I eventually pried my ankle away and kicked wildly at Emile.

My foot hit something heavy, so I kicked it again and again until I heard a thud, and a nauseating quashing sound. I found the beam of the flashlight and shone it in front of me.

A metal cabinet lay in front of me with blood covering the bottom. Brain matter that had belonged to Emile stuck to the blood and cabinet. Footsteps sounded and I was met with the face of Emile's brother Khalil. He carried a flashlight of his own and once he saw the destroyed head of his brother, he went into hysterics.

"YOU PEARLY BITCH! YOU KILLED HIM, YOU KILLED MY BROTHER! YOU WHITE BITCH ASS FUCKIN HOE ASS BITCH-"

A machete then shot though Khalil's neck and was drawn back quickly. I looked up.

Wade stood there with a look that said it all.