Oh hey another part
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CJ and I looked back to view the opening door. CJ quickly put the zombie corpse away.
Dad came in. He wore what he always did, a polo, simple blank pants and a cap. A pistol was clenched in his fist.
"Kids... you know I love you, right?" You could see the tears forming in his eyes beyond his glasses. He held the gun up. Brother and I just stared at him, chocking down the wave of emotions we were having. We know where he was going with this. And we wished he'd stop talking because of it.
Hamp sighed. "Get dressed, Desarae. We're going to go to the nearest shelter." He throw a gun my way, as if I was some solider about to go in to battle. He and CJ left the room.
I let out a long dragging sigh.
First thing first, I need to get this blood and brain off of me. I dashed to the shower, bringing a large towel with me. I passed the table where my father was sitting, organizing the ammo and guns he owned. My brother sat on the couch.
"Hurry up, idiot." My brother said in a slightly joking tone, but I took him seriously. I just rolled my eyes and continued on to the bathroom where I dropped my clothes and showered. I have a habit of taking long showers so I didn't get out til 15 minutes. Quickly, I left the bathroom, passed the living room again, and to my room. On my way there my bro looked at me and shook his head in irritation.
"Okay, Zombie attire!" I said to myself, trying to lighten the mood. I scrolled through my closet.
Not many good choices.
But then it hit me.
"I'm not going to a f---ing fashion show what the f--- am I doing?" I sighed once again. I simple grabbed a black hoodie, it was a little large but then I remembered, I don't care. I slipped on black skinny jeans, and these grey adidas running shoes. And just for safety measures, I put on knee and elbow pads. Now I could do some epic knee kicking action!
Now fooor "Zombie gear!" I remembered I had a used backpack in my closet. I got it out of there, it has a small tear but still, good enough. It was logical to only bring light things, things that are an absolute need. But... I just had to bring my sketch pad. I would've brought my computer too, but it's too big. And then that's when I realized what a materialistic twit I am. I walked to my computer and put my hand on it. "I'll miss you the most." I whispered to it. But hey, at least I could bring my phone. Light, and of course a necessity since it'll be for emergencies.
I shrugged my bag on to my shoulders. Now, for the weapons. Just when my hand grazed the doorkn-
BANG!!
The sound rang through my ears. The sound lingered for a moment before I immediately opened the door. When I did more gun shots were heard, just inside the living room! I rushed in to the hall and down the few feet of it. Then I saw them.
A small hoard of decaying flesh was in the house. Estimated about 9. My brother was stood on top of the couch, shooting any he could. My father though, was backed in the corner.
More of the zombies came.
And here I am. Wide eyed and terrified because I don't have anything to attack with...
I rushed back to my room, and brought my guitar with. I brought the hard black instrument down on another head. Then another. Sadly though, I don't have much upper body strength. I can't keep going like this. I'm too weak.
Long nails scraped against my jacket. After another shot the hand let go and fell to the ground.
"DESARAE!" My brother called out. "GO HIDE YOU RETARD!"
I just looked at him, feeling like i'm about to cry... I can't leave them...
"CJ! Desarae!" My father called while pistol whipping some of the undead.
"You both go!"
We paused and looked at him. Eyes wide open, like the words didn't process fully.
Father reached in to his pocket to pull out the keys to his sports van. He through the keys to CJ.
"Take your sister, the guns and go!"
My brother looked at the keys. His hands balled them up. My brother stuffed them in his pocket. He pulled me beside him, we walked carefully to the table and put as many guns and and ammo we could in a large track bag. After that we just...
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Now some GTQ users come in =B
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I didn't read it all.
Judging by the names CJ and Desarae it's a zombie outbreak in a ghetto. -
-applause applause- YOU GO HONEY.
"Ran."
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Geek. Like wtf. Really?
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Desarae is a french name o.o and CJ is a nickname for Clinton Jr. .-.
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Racist
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Thanks Wolf? xD
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Nah it's just weird because those names aren;t even ghetto xD and one wasn't even a real name
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Desarae is a ghetto name, and CJ sounds like a name.
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And Naja isn't?
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FAIL
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You is welcome.
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And CJ isn't his real name. which is what I meant xP
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Naja does sound ghetto lmao.
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