Herrmmmm…. How would you guys feel about reading about your characters on actual paper?
Three shadowed faces belonging to a skull attached to a body, hands holding weapons (shotgun, dual pistols and a rifle.) We stared back, knowing that they had the upper hand. One of them was obviously German (blue eyes, blonde hair and all,) one with brown eyes and short brown hair, and the third was black with deep brown eyes. All three were males. FUCK YEAH!
"Tropfen das waffe." We didn't move… mainly because no one had any clue what he said except for Bavaria who was slowly setting her hatchet down.
"Didn't you hear the man? Drop your weapons!" The black guys yells.
"Gut," the German guy turns to the black guy, "ist es sicher?"
"Ja."
"Alright. You obviously don't belong here, so why are you trespassing on our territory?" Oh, so the German guy speaks English. Could this get any more confusing?
"We were trying to get away from those crazy-assed National Disaster people." Emmett explains. The brown haired guy laughs.
"What?" Emmett asks, an edge to his voice.
"We've been trying to stop them for weeks!" The German guy says.
"Having that many people in one place cannot be healthy for anyone… or safe." The brown haired guy says with the slightest hint of French to his accent.
"Yeah, they're zombies now." Kory huffs. The German's face goes pure white and his eyes kind of bulge, then go back to the cool, calm features from before.
"Them bitches deserved it." The black guy says… he was definitely from America.
"Come with us," The German guy says, his voice is different from before, but I can't really tell how.
My friends look at me for confirmation. I shrug, thinking what's the worst that could happen… then I remember exactly what could happen.
They're secret hide out ended up being a shed in the back of the German guy's grandparent's house. Which, in this scenario, you'd think they'd find a waaaay cooler place to chill. But whatever.
"Our crib," The black guy gestures his hand over a bunch of screens and other electronic stuff. A lot like Kory's place, actually.
"Sick stuff, dude." Kory says, getting a closer look at some of their stuff.
"Ay!" The black guys smacks Kory's hand with his gun.
"Sorry," Kory sighs. I sit on an old couch next to Emmett, and he throws his arm around my shoulders comfortably.
"So, you guys' have names?" Emmett asks.
"I'm Hugo," The French guy introduces himself, "This is Darious and Neap." Darious = black guy, Neap = German. Got it.
"I'm Minneapolis, this is Emmett, Fairbanks, Texas, Russia, Reaver, Charlotte, Bavaria, Bipolar and Bavaria." I say, tiredly.
"Anyways, this is twenty times better than the last place." Kory sighs.
"Like I said, there's no way it's safe to put that many people in one place." Hugo yawns. Neap's face is shadowed, but I can tell he's thinking something. Grieving. He stalks back outside and I follow him into the cool night.
"Who was it?" I ask him. I had followed him into a heavily wooded area, going against my fears. He wouldn't hurt me… yet.
He turns, slightly surprised and then his face is calm again. "A friend," Is the only answer I get. Well that's helpful. I'm about to give up when he adds, "Her name was Lilly."
And so I learned the story of Lilly, which was quite similar to Emmett's and mine. It almost hurt to hear it be told by a different voice with a different perspective. Emmett and I had never really talked about it…
"Let's go back." I say to Neap, "It's getting really cold out here." And he almost smiles as we turn and head back to the garage, where I returned to my precious Emmett and tuned into the conversation between Kory, Reaver and Hugo.
"If Steve Jobs were still alive, he would have found a cure." –Reaver.
"Jobs isn't even related to the infection, dip shit." –Kory.
"Obviously Edward Jenner would have." –Hugo.
"All you crack-as are gay." –Darious.
"Whatever man." –Kory.
Kory waves this away and sits on a nearby crate. The room loses its feeling of tension.
"I missed something." I yawn.
"A lot, actually." Emmett says, pulling me into him. I rest my head on his shoulder.
"Need… sleep…"
"Then sleep." Emmett half whispers.
"I can't." I argue. I was keeping everything as sane as possible, not enough time for sleep.
"I'll watch, you sleep." He demands.
And so I do…
I wake up in the same room, just in a different place. I was now lying on the floor of the garage, but on multiple blankets and pillows. There's a weight on my side and I turn to see Emmett sleeping on the job. Or… laying on the job.
"Hi." He smiles, his face lit by a blue glow.
"Where is everyone?" I ask, still tired. He points, and on the other side of the garage everyone else is fast asleep, including Darious, Neap and Hugo… way to go Emmett!
"You puff out your cheeks when you sleep." He smiles wider.
"What?"
"You look like a hamster. It's cute." He laughs. I hit him with the pillow lightly, even though I would usually whack his ass off if I wasn't trying to be quiet.
"I think you've said something like that before." I shiver, still cold.
"C'mere." He pulls me back to him. "Go to sleep."
"I'm okay." I yawn again.
"Please?" I didn't know why he wanted it so badly, or what his (evil) intentions were, but now I was definitely not going back to sleep.
"No." I say, but starting to get more and more tired. He sighs, shutting his eyes for a minute, then opens them, and says something. But I don't hear it cause I'm already falling asleep again. "What?" I barely ask. He smiles and kisses my forehead. And then back to dreamland…
I'm sorry it took so long. I really have been trying to get this up earlier. As usual, review, comment, whatever. Happy New Year and stuff.
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