HIIIIIII! Thank you to mein Deutschland, my UK(thank you for all your Beautiful British Boy Bands with Bad hair), my Canadian-ay, my bust-a-move Brazil, my Le French, and Italian(ma-ma-mea) readers. It means a whole lot to me. Don't take my stereotypicalness the wrong way. Liebe you all. I never realized it until now, but it is who is there for you in the end.
One thing about suicide is… at the last moment, there are two ways you can go. You can pull the trigger, or you can drop the gun. Either way, you're always thinking the same thing. You start thinking about everyone in your life. Every memory, every love every… I don't know. Just everything. And the weird part is, when you think there's absolutely no one left to miss you, that you are just a waste of space in this world, that very last second, you realize there's someone. But it's whether you decide to forget them, or overlook them or not. And when all is done and over, your death still has effect on people. The ones you never knew loved you, that neighbor who waves to you down the street, the sad, guy at the morgue that never had a family. Yeah, you affect them.
What I'm getting at is, whether you die by fault or by your own decision, you die. And someone will be affected by that. And when you think about it that way, it hurts your heart. And this is all running through my mind while we walk down the musty hallway. Emmett's close by my side (as usual) and we're keeping our distance from the rest of the group. Of course, it didn't matter, because we weren't talking. I was so deprived of sleep and lost in my own world that I really couldn't form words of my own rather than waiting to be spoken to. It was pointless, I mean no one was talking really, except Reaver and Kory. Of course, they were arguing about some political crap that (at this point) didn't even matter.
FINALLY. We came to a iron door. Whatever lay inside, must be pretty important. Not that you could be totally sure of that, though. This place seemed pretty much filled with false hopes. It was basically an office. A desk, computer, chairs, filing cabinets. But it didn't feel office-y. It had more of an end-of-the-world vibe to it. So not as welcoming as it should have been.
"Alright, I have paper work for you to fill out and then I'll put you on the waiting list for a dorm-"
"A waiting list?" Texas' voice, high with outrage.
"Yes, I don't believe I stuttered. Now if you will all fill out one of these," He hands me a packet with small text filling about four pages… front and back. "We can get you all settled into a dorm sooner."
"Just one dorm? For all of us?" Russia asks, her eyes wide behind glasses.
"Yes, we don't have enough to give you each your own. So on the front page, we need your first and last na-"
"I'm out of here." Reaver says standing.
"Yup, me too." Texas agrees.
"As well am I." Fairbanks says quietly. I get up, too. No way was I going to sit in this place any longer than I had to.
"If you'll kindly show us the way out…" Emmett says to the guy.
"I'm afraid I can't do that." He shakes his head. "It is against our policy."
"Fine. We'll find our own way out." He reaches for the door handle, but it doesn't turn. He kicks the damn thing and it falls to the floor with a clunk, swinging open. We run down the hall with the creepy representative guy on our tails. It was like he had been brain washed or something. We turn the corner. And there, there was what we had been waiting for.
Eleven other representatives stood in our way. Each wearing creepy smiles, their faces pretty much the same aside from their eye and hair colors. They were, as I suspected deep down, all clones.
"How the fu-"
"No time!" I cut Kory off leading the group in the opposite direction. No mistakes now. Not this time.
"Hault!" A thick German accent says.
"What is it now?" I groan, thinking it was Bavaria. But really, it was Selma. She was holding a cow prod.
"We can do this one of two ways. You can go back and wait for your dorm, or you can become zombie food." She swings the prod back and forth.
"Zombie…candy…" I correct her quietly, awkwardly shifting backwards. And at that she throws the cow prod towards us, making a beautiful arch in the air towards Bavaria. Electricity flying, and at the last second, she turns and it hits a representative in the face. We jump back, and all of the clones fall limp to the ground, including ours.
"Wooooh!" Reaver shouts shoving Selma aside as we follow him. What luck. And you'd think that'd be as bad as it gets, some psycho lady trying to kill you with a cow prod and her evil representative clones. But that's not it. Because that's that one thing about life: It just isn't fair. To a point where, even after all you've been through, karma can't just kick in yet, and let you jinx something like oh, maybe… Saying everyone will turn into zombies, leave, come back and find everyone has turned INTO ZOMBIES. Not fair. No, not fair.
"Ho-ly-shit." Kory says in some sort of weird southern accent. He was a mix between a jock and a redneck, and I just now noticed.
"That's my line dumb-fuck." Reaver shoves him over. Heh.
"Guys, guys, more important things!" Texas says, as we gaze out upon our zombie friends munching on some sad not-so-surviving survivors.
"Let's just try getting out of here before they notice." Emmett suggests. So we start creeping along the wall until we get to the entrance of the building, and just down the hall was the elevator back up to the airport. We run down the hallway, seeing as it was empty. And then finally the elevator. Bipolar presses the button.
"Please enter code." A mechanical voice said through the elevator, than in various other languages.
"Shit uhm…" Kory starts going at the number pad, while we waited. Then, this happened:
"Access denied." Guess who.
"Oh… sh-yit." Guess who.
"You dip-shit!" And guess who.
"Stop fighting you dumbkoffs or I'll bite your fucking heads off." Me.
Silence. Then an alarm.
"Way to go!" Texas is now yelling at Kory. So I think we're all pretty angry at him by now, even Fairbanks.
"Kory. Get the code." Emmett hisses through his teeth.
"They're coming." Bavaria says.
"The whole hoard," Russia adds. Bipolar revs her chainsaw. I pull out ol' axe-y.
"Okay. Let's do this." Fairbanks actually speaks up. And then the first of them come. Tripping over each other, like one huge bloody mess. Some were already rotting, all though I'm pretty sure that started before they turned into zombies. Either way, they were gross. Most of their hands were reaching into thin air while they ran towards us. Their eyes were dead, most were missing body parts, and they were making a horrible stench in the room.
"I got it!" Kory says as Bipolar has sawed off three heads. My axes chopped down quite a few zombies as well.
"Let's go then!" Texas rushes him.
"He still has to call the elevator!" Bavaria growls. And then there's the wooshing sound. And everything's in slow motion for a second as we rush onto the elevator. The doors start closing, as Kory is rapidly hitting the close button. And there are hands trying to pry it open, but in the end, the hands and other limbs fall to the floor.
"Well… that was close." Kory says.
We all glare at him.
Well… I hoped you enjoyed that one. Finally the have escaped the underground survival camp, but what will come next? FIND OUT ON ZOMBIE. CANDY. CHAINSAW MASSACRE!
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