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Crash!
Tommy whipped around. A zombie was stumbling through the entrance of the auto repair shop. He crept through the aisles, careful not to step on any of the auto parts or repair kits strewn on the floor. He could hear the zombie moaning on the other side of the large racks of shelves. He found the spare car battery he was looking for, tucked it under his arm, and headed for the exit. He reached the door and pushed it open slowly.
Ding-a-ling
The little bell hanging from the door frame rung as the door opened. The zombie turned to face Tommy as he stood in the doorway. Shit. Tommy bolted for the battered pickup truck parked across the street. The zombie chased after him, emitting horrifying shrieks that would attract the attention of every other zombie in the area. As he reached the truck, he flung open the passenger door and jumped in beside Tubbo.
“What the fuck did you do!” Tubbo shouted at him as he hit the gas. Less of a question and more of a scold.
At least a dozen zombies were after them now, moaning and shrieking as they chased the pickup truck through the deserted streets.
“Did you at least get the battery?” Tubbo asked as he navigated the various abandoned vehicles parked in the street.
“Yeah, course I did.” Tommy mumbled to himself.
Tubbo made a sharp turn causing Tommy to face plant into the passenger window.
“Fucking hell man! A little warning would’ve been nice!”
Tubbo mumbled an apology. “Here.” He tossed Tommy a homemade explosive.
Tommy leaned out the window. “Hey bitches! Got a present for you!” He tossed the bomb into the hoard chasing after them. It exploded in a huge ball of fire. Tubbo rounded the last corner onto Sixth Street. He drove straight into the old garage at the end of the block. Tommy jumped out and closed the rickety door behind them.
“Well that was close.”
Tommy spun on his heels to face his older brother. Wilbur’s brown trench coat was smeared with the greenish brown blood of zombies.
“What happened to you?” Tommy said, not bothering to hide his disgust.
“Nice to see you too, dickhead. Niki sent us to look for food in the warehouses down by the docks. The zombies weren’t exactly friendly and you know Techno and his ‘blood for the blood god’ shit. How’d it go with you?”
“Well it would have gone better if Tubbo had come with me.”
“And who would have been your getaway driver?” Tubbo countered climbing out of the truck.
“Well your driving’s shit, bee boy.”
“Your sneakyness is shit.”
“That’s not even a word.”
“It is now!”
The two continued their playful banter as they thundered down the steps to the huge underground bunker. The place was so big they had to seal off some areas because their group of a hundred or so survivors just didn’t fill it. They walked past the armory; row upon row of neatly organized guns they couldn’t use, not with ammo anyway, ammo that had long since been used up. As they entered the main room, Sam waved them over. He was busy working on one of the generators they had been using to power the bunker.
“Did you get the battery?”
“Of course we did!” Tommy said placing the battery on the table already cluttered with various tools and devices. “Big men don’t get scared by zombies.”
“Good cause Niki’s got another job for you.”
Tommy let out an audible sigh as he headed towards the kitchen, dragging Tubbo behind him. The kitchen was basically just a collection of stoves and ovens in the corner of the main room. Niki was busy cooking something as usual. She was one of the only people Tommy knew who could actually make a decent meal out of food meant to last decades sitting on a shelf. Niki looked up as they approached, smiling sweetly.
“Hey boys. Wilbur and Techno said there was another warehouse by the docks that hadn’t been raided yet. You think you could head down there in the truck and see if there’s any food?”
“Were big men. We got this.” Tommy declared confidently.
“No, you are small boy.” Tubbo said.
“I am offended.”
“Yes you are.”
An hour later, the two teenagers were once again in the pick up truck heading for the docks. Upon their arrival they were greeted by a massive hoard of zombies mindlessly ambling around the docks. Tommy grabbed the grimy baseball bat he used for whacking zombies in the head as Tubbo gathered various explosives from the back of the truck. They crept around the side of the warehouse until they reached the large sliding doors. The two teens inched it open until they could skip inside, closing it behind them. They were left in complete darkness. Tubbo flicked on a flashlight and scanned the piles of crates for any signs of zombies. Finding nothing that indicated the undead were in the warehouse, they began searching the crates. Most of the food had gone rotten. Tommy ripped the top off one of the crates. Bingo! It was full to the brim with cans of soup. He was just about to haul it to the door when Tubbo gripped his arm.
“What the fu-“
“Shhh.” Tubbo cut him off.
He pulled Tommy to the nearest crate and made him crouch behind it.
“Tubbo, stop acting all weird and tell me what the fuck is going on.” Tommy said in a hushed voice.
“There’s something in here with us.”
“What?”
“I said there’s something in here w-“
“I know what you said. What do you mean there’s something in here?”
“I saw something move over by those boxes.” Tubbo clarified pointing to a mound of boxes on the other side of the warehouse.
“Zombie?”
“Don’t know.”
The two sat in silence, glancing around nervously. They couldn’t see anything in the dark and Tubbo refused to turn on the flashlight saying it could attract whatever was over there. Finally, Tommy got tired of waiting.
“Come on. Big men aren’t afraid of zombies, remember.” He grabbed Tubbo’s hand and crawled towards the boxes. They heard a rustling in the corner.
“We’ve got it trapped.” Tommy whispered. The inched as close as they dared. “Ready?” They both held the flashlight and counted in unison. “Three… two… ONE!” They turned the flashlight on. The creature shrieked. Tommy and Tubbo screamed and fell backwards, Tubbo landing on top of Tommy.
“Fucking hell man! You gave us a heart attack!” Tommy yelled pushing Tubbo off him.
“S-sorry. I thought you were a zombie.” The boy said. He seemed to be around Tommy and Tubbo’s age, but much taller.
“Yeah. Fucking shit Tubbo get off!” Tommy shouted then redirected his attention to the situation at hand. “Who are you anyway?”
“I’m Ranboo.”
“How have you survived this long?”
The boy, Ranboo, pointed to one of the boxes that had been knocked over. It was full of Minecraft Creeper Crunch cereal.
“You’ve been eating that shit?”
Ranboo nodded. “Y-yeah. There’s some bagged cinnamon buns in here too.”
“You should come live with us.” Tubbo chimed in. “Niki makes great food. You should try her chicken noodle soup an-“
A loud noise from the other side of the warehouse cut him off. A low moan cut through the darkness. There was only one creature capable of making that noise.