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Longest. Trip. Ever. I thought tiredly as we made our way through the city of Washington D.C. I was exhausted, we were all exhausted. No one talked, no one had enough energy to do anything but fire off a gun every few zombies. Zombies…. Gawd their need for brains were just contagious. I mean seriously you see all the rotting corpses munch'n on another rotting corpse and you think: Wow, that's attractive. I wish I could be THAT sexy.

Not only did I long for sleep, but also clean clothes, some form of hygiene (even s measly stick of deodorant at this point) or socialism with people who did not drive me into insanity every thirteen seconds (I am keeping track.) But no, we just had to keep moving…

I was starting to get annoyed. There were absolutely no gun stores in this place. But… of course not, too easy to assassin the president. And then… it hit me.

"GUYS." I screamed. They all flipped out and stared at me. "The White House would have guns… wouldn't it?"

"First of all it's Whitehouse." Kory says.

"What? That's what I said." I give him a look.

"Yeah, but you capitalized it in the wrong place." He adds.

"What?"I asked… what had he taken?

"Never mind." He shakes his head.

"So anyways, wouldn't they have guns?" I ask.

"Yeah, probably." Emmett smiles. Aha. I was the smart one now.

We grab a map from a souvenir shop and head in the direction of our president's former residence. It wasn't really all that long of a walk. I mean, you wouldn't really expect the leader of our nation to live next to apartments (sexy apartments according to some advertisements) but really he was quite close.

The house was completely abandoned, even the security gate was left hanging open. Someone had left in a hurry. I push the gate open. We walk in easily, absolutely no one there, no rotting corpses, no zombies. As if it had never been touched. All too weird for my taste.

"This is way too creepy." Texas said once in the house. It was like a museum almost.

"Agreed." Russia nods, taking her time going around corners.

"Anyone know where we're going?" I ask looking around. I hear a clicking sound behind us.

"I might." I turn to see a pale skinned (pretty emo looking) guy. Oh, lord.

*arherm* quick interruption If I may (of course I may I'm the author) Uhm… if anyone has any problems with their characters… please, now is the time to let me know. Okay? Okay. Tanks…

"Not another one." I groan. He's holding a crossbow, which would have been the click, and giving me a weird look. I realized then that the group had abandoned me. Thanks guys. I pull out my axe, "Weaponry. Now." I rest the axe over my shoulder and grab the revolver with the other hand challenging him. "And I suggest you make the correct decision. But he just laughs and turns. UGH… I asked for people whoDIDN'T annoy me. I return the revolver, to grab my cell phone. (Yes, still got that.) And call Emmett.

"Hello?" Emmett answers with a serious question in his voice.

"Thanks for leaving me. Found a new….. friend-"

"Oh no."

"And he knows where the weaponry is… I think. He's a modern Reaver." I say referring to another of my many video games.

"Reaver?"

"Crazy, medieval, gun guy." I sat flatly.

"That Reaver," I hear a smile in his voice.

"What?" I ask.

"Memories. Where are you?"

"I don't know. Oh I see you." I wave to him. This was so normal… I put the phone away as the others join me behind uhm… I'll just call him Reaver for now.

"Reaver, eh?" Reaver asks not turning to look at me. I shrug even though he wasn't looking at me.

"Just take us to the killing stuff." This is when he looks back and notices the group of people following. Despite the startled look in his eye, he turned nonchalantly, ignoring them.

We stop in front of a metal door, he punches in an access code on a tablet and the door opens. I could sense that Kory was fuming with jealousy without even looking. It was beautiful. So many… Who used this room?

"They plan for the strangest things." Reaver shakes his head.

"What was this for?" I ask, curious.

"What are we doing now, eh?" Reaver counters. Right. National emergencies starting with Z and ending with ombie apocalypses.

"So where are you from?" I ask, I could tell… something was a bit off about this one… not quite… American.

"Canada." He shrugs. I snatch the gun and point it towards him.

"Everyone back! It's a beaver!" I yell. Reaver lifts an eyebrow. "Back." I hiss. He simply pushes the gun aside.

"I am in no relation with Justin Bieber, now please, take your stuff and leave." He sighs.

"This house has like… what? Thirty rooms, find a different one!" I argue, but put the gun away.

"I'm afraid the access code is needed to leave the room as well."

"Oh," I say dumbly.

After retrieving the few things I needed, and wanted, we left the room, then explored a little more without Canada on our tail. We went through some serious rooms, like ones you wouldn't even imagine in a house. The whole thing was pretty mind blowing.

"Hey," Emmett nudges me as we're watching some of the group bowl. Yes, a bowling alley. But I was too tired, in fact, I was practically a zombie myself at that point. "you look pretty tired."

"Gee." Is all I have the energy to say.

"You want to go find somewhere to rest?" He asks. Too tired to be suspicious, I nodded, and I leaned on him the whole way down the hall.

"What about Reaver?" I ask, sleepily.

"Hm? Canada?" He asks. I nod. He shrugs. Wonderful talk we were having.

I'm pretty sure I'm so tired myself, that's probably the reason I'm writing about it. Hah… Okay well let me know what you're all thinking about this… or whatever… ._.

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