The eldest of the two follows after his younger brother and only puts on his pants and jacket that's on the floor. Then Brick retrieves his comp. book and hands it over to Butch. "Go ahead… just at least try to keep you thoughts to yourself… please."
"Aw, I can't be verbal? Damn." The younger male takes the comp. book and leisurely flips through it. He takes in all of the sketches and shifts a little as he looks at every little detail. "Wow Brick…"
"Yeah... okay I understand it's a little weird, but god you're too addicting not to draw." Brick gushes.
"Addicting?" Butch raises a brow. "Hm…you know what else is addicting?" He shuts the comp. book and sets it aside, coming close to Brick again with his lips curling into a smile. His arms reach out for Brick and slip around his neck, putting his face close to his ear, speaking lowly. "The sounds you make when I-" Butch catches himself midsentence then throws himself back, dragging Brick with him. Behind them there's a growling sound followed by a smoker's tongue darting by them, and Butch scrambles up for a weapon. "Run!"
Red eyes go wide and Brick gasps, then he gets back up to his feet. "Not without you Butch." Brick grabs his handgun and his dagger. He scopes out the area for any other walkers or smoker's anywhere nearby. He spots another one just outside the vicinity. "Butch, there's more. Can you take care of them while I'm packing the rest of our things up? We need to leave today, right now, okay."
"Gotcha! I got 'em." Butch lightly punches his shoulder. "Just hurry." He grabs his machete and he makes quick work of getting the walkers taken care of before he's haphazardly tossing things in the bed of the truck and hopping in the driver's seat to get it going.
Brick gets the last of it in the truck, but on his back from grabbing up his backpack an almost dead walker grabs his leg and pulls him down. He falls and groans loudly, but hurriedly crawls away from the walker. He takes his 9mm handgun and shoots it in the head getting the goop all over his legs. "Shit!" Brick snaps himself up to his feet and gets into the truck as fast as he can. "Hurry Butch, they'll be commin' in like fucking crazy." He is panting wildly and is trying to calm himself down.
"Keep it calm bro, don't flip on me now." Butch revs the engine and takes off, hitting a few walkers on the way to the gate and plows right through it. Once outside they see that there's a huge horde of zombies out there waiting, even though they were nowhere to be seen earlier and Butch cranks up the cassette he's got playing in the truck. "Hell yeah, time for some action!"
"Crush 'em Butch, and I'll blow you later~" Brick says, but sounds rather quiet over all the music playing loudly. He takes Butch's machete and sticks it out the window taking off some walkers heads as they drove past, splattering the car in blood and other substances.
Butch slams the break and swings the truck through a large mass of the infected, then backs over the ones he's knocked over. "Woo! Yeah-he-ha!" The truck swerves through the newly created muck a bit, but he's able to peel out.