>Great
>I woke up
>I rub my eyes, almost prying the things open 
>A familiar sight, the light shining through the window shades
>lazily I roll my head towards my alarm clock, to inspect the time
>7:15am
>On a saturday
>I fucking did it again
>Despite all my efforts
>Despite all my desires
>I cannot sleep in even on a weekend
>Exhaling for a long, drawn out disappointing half minute I wrap up my covers again
>Maybe I can fall asleep....Now?
>No
>Nope
>Nada
>Not going to happen, you know yourself by now thats not how it ends up
>You didn't get as much sleep as you wanted, you never do
>Just make the most of it and get on with your day
>Besides
>Your off of work today, two whole weeks of vacation to scramble in the woods
>I've been looking forward to this
>I get out of bed
>The cold air of the AC contrasts with the warm rays of the sun
>The rays of sun warm my left leg, the cold air blows onto my right
>I sit there for a moment
>Shit did I make all the preparations that I needed to?
>I have my backpack packed with what I need
>Tent, camelback filled, Shitbrix bars, Steel pot, medkit, firestarter and lighter...
>I forget the rest of what I packed, I know I need to add something
>Shoot uh...Im going out to the Ocala forest to larp around in the woods anyway
>Might as well bring my AK, I planned on bringing my cammies and my 10/22 pistol
>But uh...I dunno I feel like I need to bring my Hungarian princess along
>Princess is a AMD65 with one of those original Hungarian barrels, shortened barrel plus pinned and welded muzzlebrake
>I like the look of it, even though its an eyesore for people
>I guess people that like pugs like AMD65s
>The scrunched up front sight all the way to the gasblock 
>The protruding muzzlebrake
>Princess is better looking than a pug
>She should be, I paid almost a thousand dollars in total to get her built by a friend
>Properly, of course
>I've given enough time out of my life thinking about my rifle, I should probably go out there and use it than think of it
>Lets get up and go out in the woods!
>I stand up and make my way to the closet, opening it I am presented with the get up I freshly washed yesterday after work
>Good ol' marpat gorka suit, its the only shit I wear when Im out in the woods
>Not sure where I even bought this thing from
>Im pretty sure they dont even make these anymore
>Idk Ill look for it online when I do incase someone on my server looks for it
>Its pretty damn good for the area around me so Its my go to costume for around here
>I'll bring along my chicom chest rig
>Four AK mags, one already loaded
>Why yes, I do keep Princess by my side as I sleep how did you know?
>As if its a cool thing to obsess over a rifle as much as I do
>I put on the suit, I live out in the woods anyway its not like I have to give a shit about neighbors eyeing me over and calling the cops on somebody wearing cammies
>put on my socks too...Lada da
>Eventually I check over all my stuff, finding that I packed precisely what I needed to pack yesterday
>I eat my breakfast of oatmeal and raisins in milk as quickly as I can, I chug down a redbull and text my mom telling her where I am going and when I'll be back
>Can't have her all worried about me
>Shes having a rough time as it is, Years back covid gave her some lung damage
>She never was the most healthy person but now with her having to work at the hospital with her condition
>Its not like she doesn't manage, but its harder on her than it used to be
>She has a year left through it though and then she can retire
>Silver linings I guess
>I finish texting my friends on my shit phone as I lock up my front door
>I stare right at an eyesore
>My piece of shit Subaru Brat
>Its in nice condition, the paint is immaculate
>But it drives like shit and shifting in it is terrible
>I open the passenger door to my subaru and rest my 10/22 charger, backpack and AMD65 in the foot well
>I dont want to leave it in the back of the truck, I plan on stopping by and getting gas for this midget vehicle
>My ass causes the thing to list to the left while I am driving, everytime I get out of it I can only imagine myself as a clown getting out of the damn thing
>Should've bought something that would've better accommodate my size when I was 18, its been seven years and yet I still like and drive this pain in the ass
>I make good enough money working remotely, freelance tech work out in the woods is great, I dont have to pay taxes or a mortgage on this house, family gave it to me when I moved out
>Point is, is that I have a pretty good thing going on here, wouldn't trade it for all of the world
>I get to take breaks when I want to, and I get to go out into the woods when I want to
>Shits the life
>I've been sitting down in my care this time, thinking about how grateful I am for the situation I am in
>Lifes great
>Alright time to head off to the woods
>I turn the keys and I shift into first
>Scrunch scrunch
>Fuckin gearbox is terrible on this fucking piece of shit
>"BRAAAAAAAAP!"
>I yell as the gearbox clunks around as I drive past the opened gate
>I park the car just after I pass the gate and get out to close it
>Finally, after putting the lock on the gate I make my way down the road to Ocala national reserve
>BLM land where I can do whatever the fucking shit I want as long as I am camping
>I plan on shooting some squirrels or some shit
>Might shoot some palmettos with Princess
>Might shoot a rainbow person if I find'em out in the woods
>Fuckin hippies
>I pull out my cracked Iphone 3g and play some nightcore that I enjoy
>(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LzBJwRWwg9E)
>I know, I know
>Its some good shit right?
>Well I mean, I like it
>Driving down the local roads around 65 mph, can't go any faster than that in this fucking thing without it vibrating violently
>Almost to the place where I usually park in
>My friend Daryll owns a plot of land he rents out to hunters so that they can have a place to park near the forest
>Makes some money off of it every season, other than that he has pine trees growing on it
>Investing for his brothers college fund like a wise guy, hes a smart guy for a fellow "rural retard"
>Im with him, I am with you Daryll.. Keep on keeping on.
>Fuckin hell I live two lives, One online and one offline
>Gotta maintain appearances online, gotta stay who I am offline
>I hate that fucking lingo those leftist faggots use
>"Rural retard"
>What a fucking joke, I am a rural retard numbnuts
>Just cuz I dont like in california renting a 5k a month favela doesnt mean I dont know how to use tech
>I fucking work with Optical recognition technologies retard, I helped the Lithuanian government organize their genealogical records
>Made a lot of money doing that
>Fuck'em 
>I shift gears to first as I decelerate winding down to first as the gearbox crackles and creaks, pulling into my friend Darylls parking spot
>Huh 
>Fucker freshly mowed it
>Must be expecting some people for youth turkey season
>Dude doesn't usually mow it this time of the year, he usually leaves it unmowed through March all the way through early August
>Well I mean, Thats what he did the last two years
>Ah well fuck it
>Time to get ready to go into the woods
>I can't wait to take pictures for my friends
>I hope I bag some squirrels this time around, might take some photos for my friends
>Shoot I forgot to bring my gas mask for the stalker challenge

>Still in the car I pat myself down in case I missed anymore shit
>Phone..Beretta..Wallet..
>Battery bank
>Wheres my fucking battery bank?
>I start to look around the car
>Passenger seat
>Dashboard
>Glove department
>Underneath the seat
>Fuck
>FUCK FUCK FUCK
>I forgot that too???
>well shit
>I stop frantically looking around my car and plop my hands onto my lap
>Fuck it
>I throw Princesses sling around my neck and get out of my shit car
>Fuckin THING
>I slam the door
>The sound reverberates throughout the woods
>Shit its quiet out
>Ominous
>I look around, turning my head left and then to the right
>Its usually like this
>But damn, somethings off about it
>Shit ain't right
>I got a tingle down my spine
>Somethings just not right
>My eyes narrow abit, shifting my glance to the shit I put on the passenger seat of my car
>I flip the safety of my AK down
>Just in case
>Damn I dont know whats got me spooked but
>Couldn't be a Puma or something
>Fuckers died out in this area more than a hundred years ago
>No its not some sort of primal sixth sense type of deal
>Might just be tweaking for no reason
>I pull out my backpack and lift it onto my back
>Tightening the straps just right, Click on the waistbelt
>I slam the other door, this time with less force
>I still love and hate the thing
>Cant really explain my feelings for my car
>I might wake up one morning and wax it lovingly
>Then I might have to drive it and...
>CAW CAW CAW
>A bunch of fuckin crows fly out of the woods over my head
>I take my time to stare at them flying past until they are out of sight
>Yeah fuck that
>Im not superstitious but
>I dont think todays a good day to go innawoods
>With that type of omen shit? Might get hunted by a skinwalker in the woods or something like that...
>Knowing my friends they'd get a boner from that shit
>For...Differing reasons I imagine
>Jack? He'd want to fuck it
>Akio? He'd want to kill it and wear its skin
>Weird sort of Japanese
>Can't ever get a read on that guy

>Huh well I guess I will go home
>I open the door, pack up my shit and get in the drivers seat to head on back home
>Fuck this I guess its Plan B
>Mope about the house for awhile
>I let out a long and dragged out sigh
>I looked forward to this trip out in the woods
>But damn
>If that wasn't an omen I dont know what is
>Still, Things happen for a reason
>They always do
>Best not force shit like this
>I turn the keys and reverse on out of the freshly mowed lot
>Fuckin Daryll, I'll have to hit him up tonight
>Him and Akio in our little Discord server
>Fuck it, why not
>Might watch a movie together or something
>I'll have to see what all of the other dumbasses are up to
>I drive on out to the dirt road that leads out to the main road around the national park
>Fuck I shoulda played something before I pulled on out of there
>Keeping my eyes on the road I pull my ancient Iphone out of my back pocket, plug in the aux cord and turn on my Music player
>Lets see...
>Oh shit I was veering off to the left here
>Ok ok...
>There!
>( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e9EqU9y69vU )
>Shit this...This is pretty damn good
>Might do a little speeding 
>Shits a 55mph zone
>Eh
>It'll speed things up if I go 10...15....20 miles over the speed limit?
>Why not, fuck it Imma floridian
>I dont give a fuck
>I speed up to 75mph for good measure
>About the max speed limit on my fucking subaru
>Shit shit....Gotta slow down
>This thing does not like going that fast
>Good thing I slowed down too
>Cop was just around the corner near the edge of the national park
>Figured I slowed down enough to warrant not pulling my ass over
>That would've been bad if I got one of those
>I could've paid it but...Damn insurance premiums would've gone up
>No matter
>...
>Its 2pm, Damn I've taken my sweet ass time
>Just pulling into my house now and I start the walk of shame towards my front door
>Couldnt've gone innawoods today
>Fucked small things up, Omens and shit telling me not to do it
>I was looking forward to it to

>I just place my backpack beside the door
>I'll just go tomorrow I guess
>As I make my way to my work room I put the 10/22 charger on the kitchen counter
>Whoever made this house decided to make an island extension for people to eat at
>Curves out into the living room in a L shape
>Its a nice house but...
>Damn does the layout not make sense
>Theres steps down to the living room and its shaped like some mega church building
>It looks empy even with three coaches hogging up the room
>I try and keep shit to a minimum
>But I had to fill up that space with something
>Occaisonally I'll invite the members of the discord server to watch some movies
>Takio and Daryll always ask for the same shit
>Daryll wants to watch Das Boot
>Akio wants to Yamato
>I just want to watch some fuckin anime
>We end up watching Legends of the Galactic heroes
>Its some sort of compromise we have
>We've done it every single time we've had our little meetups
>Since I am on break I'll have to ask them to come over
>Might have to watch something else with them
>Gundam or....An american war film?
>Akio wouldn't like that
>Fuck'em, its my house I'll watch whatever I want
>...
>Nah he's my friend
>I bend over to untie my shoes
>I kick them off and the hit the hallway closet
>Fuck
>Fuck theres dirt on the door
>I'll have to clean that later
>I take off my jacket too and walk over to my work rooms chair
>A nice leather gaming chair I purchased on amazon a few years back
>Shits worn to hell
>From my autistic job to my autistic gaming habit
>I've damn near worn out the back of the seat
>I drape my camo jacket over the chair and sit down
>Boot up the PC
>I check discord
>Akio is posting gore again
>Daryll is posting swastikas
>One retard is posting his freshly bought blackpowder guns
>That dude is special
>Sold his AR and everything for a fucking blunderbuss and a cap and ball revolver
>He'sa Californian so I can't be too harsh on him
>Another one is raging about how horrible blacks and Karens are
>Typical

>I spend a couple of hours shooting the shit with the two
>Daryll bought another gun
>Another AR
>Another PSA made AR
>Why
>I call him a fucking retard and then I get up to bake some pizza in the fridge
>Its a cheat day, Usually I lay off of premade frozen garbage and cook my own meals
>I cook salmon for dinner almost every other day
>I pull out a fosters can from the fridge and then sift through the frozen pizzas in the freezer
>Finding one I like I pop it in the oven and crack open the foster
>I glug down the lager for a good half minute and then I get that odd feeling again
>That same fucking feeling I had back in the woods
>Shit did I lock the front door?
>Shoot why dont I have my pistol on me
>I set down the beer and go to lock the front door
>I get my closet shotgun while on the way
>What? You dont have a closet shotgun?
>Whats wrong with you?
>I pump the action and the ejected slug hits the wall
>Ill pretend I didn't do that
>I go and lock the door and...
>Well nothing happens
>I look at the door and down the hallway
>Then back at the front door and I throw up my hands
>Why the fuck am I acting so retarded
>I pick up the ejected slug off the floor and load it back into the shotgun
>I put it back in the closet and realize I forgot to close the oven door
>"SHIT!"
>I run into the kitchen, sliding on the slick linoleum floor towards the oven
>I manage not to fall over as I do this much to my glee
>I slam the oven door with abit too much force
>and then I pause for abit
>was there...Was there something else or...?
>Oh yeah, I have a beer to drink
>I pick the half full can of beer and give it a sip
>I wonder what I should do for the rest of the day, its about 4pm gotta do something
>...
>Fuck it I'll watch STALKER
>Its a good movie
>The books, the games
>They're both good but theres something about the movie thats just wonderful
>I'll go turn that on in the living room, get my blanky and cuddle Princess
>She needs her cuddles like I need my pizza

>I've wrapped up in my blanket holding princess by my side
>Plate full 'o pizza right on the table 
>I've eaten a couple of slices since I've started the movie
>I'm around the part where they've entered the zone
>Such a beautiful green scenery
>The way the colors break through the screen after the beige scenery of a soviet city..
>Its moving, wonderful as can be
>I wish more people knew about it
>I pat the side of princesses metal grate fore grip
>Wish I had more russian guns
>I mean Princess...Doesn't count
>its an AK, but that doesn't mean its russian
>Should've snagged some of the Ukrainian surplus firearms while I had a chance
>AK74's finally flowed back into the united states
>And my dumbass didn't buy a single one of them
>I shrug and reach for another slice of pizza 
>I know what I should do!
>I have two weeks off till I have to start on a major project
>I can save the stalking for the tail end of the week, I can hit up my friends on the server and see if they want to hang out!
>Takio, Daryll, That one asshole from Alachua....Can't remember his name at the moment...
>Fuck I hope Daryll doesn't bring his younger brother
>Redheaded brother of his, total fuckin weeb and a gundamfag
>Now I like my anime, but he really likes his anime
>And well, Im sure Daryll doesn't like that he formed his identity around jap toons
>Im sure Daryll would've preferred him worshiping Hitler
>In addition to watching anime 
>We've gone shooting together quite abit, him and his brother
>He's got some stuff he can't bring to the range but uh...Is quite nice
>And old
>And illegal
>I take another bite of the pizza
>Alrighty time to shot out to my friends
>I type out the same old shit
>@everyone, lets  hang out at my place! Heres the address:....
>Immediately get a "Fuck off pingfag" from the guy that lives in a van
>Fucker
>The blackpowder retard says he cant because he lives in California
>Oh yeah, well no shit sherlock
>Takio and Daryll react with a thumbs up
>So its a date then

>I've stare off mindlessly at the television screen
>Pizza close to my mouth, laying in my hand ready to be eaten
>But the energy to bite into the last bit of it never comes
>I am dozing off slowly as can be
>shit I....I might've drunk alittle too much
>I forgot about the nalgene bottle of rum and coke that I keep near the table
>I had some..some of it with the rest of the pizza
>Fuck it why not
>The stalker..uh...The stalker...
>Whats his name again?
>The...The stalker
>They're in the tunnels now, running through the dank ass tunnels
>Awh fuck it..
>I fumble for the remote to turn off the tv
>Slapping the remote a couple of times turns the TV off
>And I lay there, curled up with my rifle by my side
>Wondering what'll be in store for the weeks to come
>I have quite abit of time off, two whole weeks after all to..
>Do..
>Fuck all...
>I'll have to do that stalker challenge
>Its something to do other than sitting on my ass and watching fucking television all the time
>Well...
>Yeah its time to go to sleep
>I shut my eyes for the last time tonight
>I rest well but without dreams
>My Princesses charging handle nudges my side every now and then
>Makes me uncomfortable as shit but I manage to sleep through it
>Eventually I move off of it enough to go back to sleeping deep
>I dream that my rifle is a girl, Redheaded and cute as can be
>tall and lithe
>I wake up and well
>No hot redhead in my arms
>It was a dream after all
>But uh
>It would've been nice
>I rub the side of my face
>I slap my face
>I gotta wake up
>Its not enough
>I try to lift my chest up and
>I cant fuckin get up
>I plop back down and I land right onto my charging handle
>It hurts like a motherfucker
>Just enough for me too..
>And Im up
>Im sitting right up, I lazily get up slowly and stretch my back
>Then I go towards the kitchen to get what I need
>Coffee
>I need that shit or else I'll be a fucking zombie

>I'm making my way to the kitchen now
>Sometimes out of sheer sluggishness I shuffle my feet towards the kitchen
>I wasn't joking about the zombie part
>fuckin hell man I really need my caffeine
>I've managed to move myself close enough to the coffee pot
>Thank...Thank God
>Theres still some left in the pot
>Enough for two cups at least
>Prior preparation prevents piss poor performance
>I dunno where I heard that phrase from but Its mine now
>I pull out some half and half from the fridge
>Took me half a minute to accomplish that
>My brains set to stun still, even though the prospect of caffeine is motivating me to move faster its still not enough to full wake me from my trance
>Theres a coffee stained mug leftover from yesterday
>F...FUCK I forgot to wash it
>Disregarding that I make myself a cup of coffee, first the coffee...Then the half n half
>Finally...
>Finally I raise up the mug, the warming liquids touching my lips and...
>I have my first sip
>Damn
>Damn is it good
>Fuck it
>I have another
>And another
>And another
>Im starting to truly wake up
>My neurons are now firing properly
>And then I look out the window
>"What the fuck is that thing"
>On the window screen is a huge ass moth
>The size of a fucking dinner plate
>Huge lime green looking wings
>Bright red splotches along its thorax
>I look over to my front door
>Do I go over there and shoo it off?
>What the fuck is that thing?
>Are these things native to Florida?
>I've never seen a moth like that
>Is it an invasive species or something?
>Fuckin things in the way of my view
>Its ass is now bonking its head repetitively into my window
>Thunk Thunk Thunk
>Well shit that fuckers got some weight to it
>And holy fucking shit is that going to get annoying
>I take another sip of my coffee
>THUNK THUNK
>Another sip, maybe it'll stop doing it
>THUNK THUNK
>Alright thats it your ass is getting the broom treatment
>I dont even care about the type of mess this fucking things corpse will leave

>I take another sip before I go get the broom from the front room closet
>I put on a pair of sandals I left near the front door and open up the closet, producing a broom 
>I unlock the door and grab the broom handle with both my hands
>This thing is pretty fuckin big, I'll have to kill it with one swing
>I see its stupid technicolor light obsessed ass bonking its head onto the window
>Again and again
>How fucking dare you
>How dare you interrupt my morning with your stupid shit
>I ready myself, stancing myself out like a baseball batter and I wait for it to stop moving for a sec
>The coffee hasn't fully entered my bloodstream yet, theres a good chance I'll fuck it up if I dont land a square hit
>It stops
>I take my shot
>The fucking thing goes splat
>Green globs intermixed with chunky purple fat explode onto the mirror
>Some of its gross ass bug juice lands on my hands and feet
>Specks of its foul smelling bug blood lands onto my cheeks as well
>Fuckin...FUCKIN FUCK FUCKIN FUCK FUCK FUCK
>I throw the broom on the ground and stupidly try to wipe off the bug juice off of my cheeks
>I just wiped more of it onto my face
>I look at my hands and they're covered in this annoying fucks guts
>I violently shake my hands off towards the front lawn grass
>Specks of this shit splatter the St.Augustine grass
>I look around the lawn
>Why?
>Why me?
>I lower my head, lazily wipe my hand off on my pink bathrobe
>Closing the door I get ready to clean up this fucking shit
>Before that however I gotta take a fucking shower
>This shit reeks of bullshit and makes my nostrils curl
>How can bug guts smell like dogshit and peppers at the same fucking time?
>I'll have to look up what the fuck this bugfuck is
>See if theres some sort of repellent for its massive dumbass
>I take extra long in the shower, scrubbing down my ass as much as I can
>Went through more of my patchuli perfume than I'd like
>Out of sheer desperation to cover the bug scent I've resorted to wasting a fourth of the perfume

>Fuckin hell this shit is expensive
>Who do I even need to cover up this stench for?
>Daryll? Daryll doesn't give a shit, he bathes maybe once every two days or something
>His Brother? I dont give a shit about his little brothers opinion of me, Daryll insists he tags along to "Learn from the best"
>Daryll has a really high opinion of his friends, not just me or Takio but...
>Oh yeah thats who I need to give a shit about
>Takio'll fucking leave in disgust if I smell bad, hesa good friend but damn he does not like foul smells
>...
>Why the fuck did I think Patchuli would've been better than bug guts?
>Fuckin hell man
>I put on a spare pink bathrobe and frustratingly rub my right eye with the palm of my hand, staring down at the floor and...
>Fucking droplets of bug guts on the fucking carpet
>I start clenching my teeth at this point
>I put on my loafers and carefully avoid the spots with bug guts
>Fuckin hell man what a terrible fucking day
>Shit
>Yesterdays fuckin omen
>Well I mean, better this than whatever would've happened in the woods
>I get to the kitchen, pick up my coffee mug and down the rest of the coffee
>Shit I'll need another cup for this bullshit
>Maybe I'll have to bust out the big guns and sip on a bang for this shit
>Knowing how the day goes I might have to drink two of them
>All the caffeine in the fridge might not be enough for this bullshit
>Lets hope it doesn't come down to that
>Last time I drank four bangs I did a month long project in three sleepless days
>And collapsed for two days
>Fuckin hell had to go to the doctor for that one
>Thank fuck I have a strong ass heart
>Two hours later
>I've vacuumed up the bug guts, put all my laundry in the washing machine and Im sitting on my ass unwinding in VC with my friends
>"So yeah...I really think people need to be more aware of the Jewish infiltration of Hasbro"
>Takios left by now, he wanted to talk to me about watching Gen 1 Transformers with the server
>And then Daryll had to talk about the Jews

>He knows more about the Jews than the  Jews know about the Jews
>Which I find completely incredible, even though I zone out of his tirades every time he goes on them the sheer depth of his knowledge of the Jews is really admirable
>Just...Just talk about something else man I dont know what else to tell you
>"Alright Daryll, so I take it you and your brother are up for watching Transformers with Takio and I?"
>He finally pauses
>"Oh hell yea brother I love that shit"
>Thats all you had to fucking say
>"Alright, well Imma get the house ready for the meetup. Bring the guns along we'll have to shoot some shit in the woods again"
>"Hell yea brother sounds like a good ol' time"
>Raging van guys been offline for quite awhile
>I'll have to give him a message later, right now I'll have to get this house ready for the meetup
>Fucker still hasn't messaged me back
>I look onto the phonescreen and back to the laundry that I piled up on the couch
>Usually I keep this place in immaculate shape but..
>I dunno I always leave it dirty before I leave
>Dealing with it right when I return gets me back in the "real world" mindset
>Dunno why itsa good idea for me but thats what I do
>Fuck it
>I plop down the laundry in the basket
>I've put on my flektarn pants just for Daryll
>he getsa kick whenever I wear these for whatever reason
>Gottem when they were cheap when the Ukies liquidated their surplus to the American market
>Pretty good deal all things considered and it was nice to gettem in my size
>Princess is slung on my back
>The friends that'll be over don't give a fuck if I answer my door armed or not
>Im usually pretty cool with them bringing over there shit as well
>Darylls got....A lot of guns
>Doesn't let his brother use any of them however, Wants the little shit to grow up more before he lets him handle one of his k98's or AK builds
>Im kinda jelly of the amount of AKs the guy has, He must have damn near all the variants one could have
>Bulgy, Russian, Chinese, Hungarian, Polish, Shit he's even built some mockup syrian bullpup ones
>But his zoomer ass brother doesn't get to handle a single one of 'em
>Kinda cruel of him if you ask me
>I would've given one of the little shits a rifle by now
>Takio has...Interesting taste in guns
>He really likes ARs
>Like...Really likes ARs
>He knows all that he can about them, Bought books on 'em too
>He has...So many fucking ARs
>He has Blackhawk down builds...Iraq war era builds...
>I kinda space out whenever he talks about'em but
>Damn its really impressive
>He also has a ton of Kenpeitai reenactment gear
>Like a fuck ton
>He has more kenpeitai reenactment gear than Daryll has SS reenactment gear
>Genuinely an impressive feat
>He's going to school for an engineering degree, his family runs an overpiced electronics repair shop in town
>They're nice people
>Daryll and his brother...Fuck whats his name again?
>Logan?
>I dont fucking remember, I'll have to ask him
>I've vacuumed up the room, made some burgers and set out some drinks for them....
>What else...
>Is the guest room ready?
>I hardly go in their so...So it should be
>Fuck it I'll have to go check on it
>I give it a check, the things fine
>Fuck uh...
>Oh! I'll have to remind myself to remind Daryll that I found that parts kit I manage to lose
>Fuckin thing was in my attic, of all places
>I dont know why I put it up there
>Must've put it up there when I was high or something
>Idk
>Shit he'll be happy to put together another Russian 74 kit
>He genuinely likes building the things
>Quite the jolly neo nazi
>The house is almost presentable, I still have to sweep up the front porch but other than that its ready
>I put on my Adidas with a wide toothed grin and grab a clean broom from the closet near the front door
>I whistle some stupid ass nonsensical tune as I open the door and walk outside
>I start to sweep when I notice someone standing outside the gate
>I squint my eyes and look at this...Woman?
>What the fuck, the medieval faire ended months ago
>Whats this bitch doing
>Is she eye?
>Fuckin elf ears on pointing out of her redheaded hair
>Wearing some fucking green silken cloak
>Bitch got a bow and everything
>I look around to my left and right
>Maybe shes got a car nearby, maybe this is some sort of fucking prank on Takios part
>Dude has a weird sense of humor
>Shes got an arrow nocked
>I have my Beretta tucked in by my ass for situations like this, No way this bitch ain't fucked up on something
>I stretch out my hand and point at her with a fucking knife hand, my head is craned forward
>"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?"
>She recoils from me yelling
>Does...Does she understand me?
>"GET THE FUCK OFF MY LAWN!"
>She just stands there
>I look around
>Do I fucking kill her? What the fuck do I do?
>Do I call the cops?
>Im going to yell at her until she gives me a reason to shoot her or leave
>Fuck it my lungs need the exercise anyway
>"GO THE FUCK HOME YOU HIGH ASS BITCH!"
>She recoils again, What...From the noise or..?
>What the fuck is with this bitch
>Shes staring at the bug guts covered window of my house
>I look over to the ant covered carcass and then back at her
>"Oh uh...Yeah thats quite a lotta bug shit on the window huh?"
>I lift up the moth carcass with my broom
>"Cant you believe it all came from this fucking thing? I swear this global warming bullshit ain't real but if we get anymore of these mammoth fucks I might just donate to greenpeace."
>Shes covered her face
>Is she crying? Fuck man I...I dunno what I did
>I can hear her wailing from here, shes slung her bow behind her back and has her face covered by her hands
>Damn shes really sobbing...What the fuck did I do crazy lady?
>Shes running away now, straight into the forest
>I look at the moth corpse then back at her running ass
>Shes got a fat ass
>"Fuckin scitzo"
>I open the trashbin nearby and chuck that dead ant covered moth carcass into the trash
>"Shit like that makes me think about moving out of Florida"
>What and leave my momma all alone?
>Fuck that
>I shake my head and start sweeping the porch
>Shit like that makes me feel sad, I hope her zonked out ass has a better day
>The kinda shit that makes you dress up like an elf and tresspass on other peoples property might be pretty fucking good so...
>So theres a good chance she will
>I finish up and carefully place the broom back into the closet
>I dust off my hands, congratulating myself for a couple hours of hard work
>"Lets see what the assholes are up to"
>I make my way to the workroom computer and sit my ass down in the chair
>My Gorka jacket still is stretch over the chair
>Fuck I shoulda put that in the laundry with the pants when I had the chance
>I wave at it diminutively
>I'll do that when I get up
>The black powder faggot is talking about his gats
>This person always makes me ask myself if he is aware that he is now armed like the most stereotypical cuckifornian out there?
>Fucker traded what I can only assume to be a semi illegal AR, not a bad one by the way, for a .50cal black powder rifle and a cap N ball navy revolver
>I've been giving this guy a harsh time but damn, hes not that bad of a guy.
>Gotsa good moral compass, Isn't a total faggot like van guy
>Not even sure why hes still in the server, he only comes here to rage at blacks
>Nothing else, just that
>Daryll spices things up when he posts gore and information about Nazi tanks and guns
>Shit even his brother Logan...or...Idk...Even he recommends us good anime
>This guy just types long winded tirades telling blacks to go fuck themselves
>I dont think anybody could be that racist, dudes racist off the charts
>Im not even mad, Im impressed as fuck but damn I'd like to talk with you about something besides how terrible they are
>Daryll and Takio said their on their way fifteen minutes ago
>I check my watch, 4:33pm
>They'll be hear around five
>"Perfect" I utter to myself
>I'll have some time before then
>I decide to fire up Stalker anomaly
>Fuckin things on patch 2.2.1, Shits great they've added so much to the game since it first came out
>Seasons, dynamic mutant migrations, new armor types, new weapon bleed and wounding mechanics, whole slew of artifacts
>The same Dev team started working on some Stalker 2 mod too
>Can't wait to see what they'll do with that
>I shit around doming monolith drones with a deagle
>Shits fun as fuck
>Agroprom is a fun place to be
>Geared enough to take risks, geared enough to fuck up and die a horrible death
>Nice ol' medium im in
>I hear a knock on the door
>Shit I wonder which of them is at the door
>I pause the game and go check on the door
>Its Takio
>And he's wearing his WW2 getup just for us
>He doesn't usually do this, he must be in a real good mood
>"eeeeyh! Takio! How are ya doin buddy?"
>Takio stands on the front porch with a shit eating grin on his face
>He isn't usually like this
>Shit he must be in a really good mood
>Whats more he gives me a hug
>Wha-What the fuck?
>"Uh...Hey bro whats got you so happy?"
>Hes chuckling and patting my pat, Im stunned at this
>This is...Quite out of character for him
>Hes usually as mute as a deafbitch
>Did he?
>"I got accepted into MIT! My parents are paying for the whole thing!"
>I look above his head to see his Car
>Shit he takes good care of it, I think he brought his rifles
>All six of his ARs and two of his Arisakas
>Might've brought along his pistols too
>Figured he wants to celebrate with his two retarded friends
>"Shit dude, nice! Good job!"
>I look around out to the road
>"Hey did you see a woman in a elf costume while you were on the road?"
>His grin retracts and he looks at me with abject confusion
>"What the fuck...? No."
>"Oh well, yeah some scitzo bitch was trespassing on my property wearing an elf costume and shit"
>He looks across my front lawn and into the forest
>Staring out there for quite sometime
>"So uh....Wanna come in?"
>"Yes please"
>He comes in, wipes his shoes off on the carpet and then takes them off
>Before I close the door I look out into the forest
>Somethings moving out there
>Must be my eyes deceiving me
>I close the door and go get Takio a beer
>"So...What are you in the mood for? I got Dogfish and fosters in the fridge."
>Theres a pause
>"Do you still have Becherovka? I would like that if you still have it."
>Hm well alrighty then
>I introduced it to him at the last meetup
>Seems he's taken to it
>"Sure thing, let me pour you some."
>I pour him a mixed glass with Tonic water and a shot of becherovka 
>I grab a beer from the fridge and I walk toward the living room
>Putting the drink on a coaster I sit an arm and a half lengths away from Takio on the massive coach I have
>"So....Ready to watch Legend of the galactic heroes"
>Takio smirks
>"Sure am!"
>I grin and turn on the tv
>We've almost finished up with watching the first episode when I hear Darylls meaty fist bang on the door
>There he is, the man of the hour
>I wonder what sort of illegal shit he decided to bring over to shoot
>Last time he brought over a converted RPK
>I've heard his brother say that hes got more than that
>Alot more
>And well, Princess is properly built
>I paid good fucking money for her
>I nod to excuse myself and go to open the door for Daryll and his brother
>I run over to let them in
>Opening I see the two shits, both of them with a shit eating grin on their face
>Darylls six three bane looking ass is wearing a hoodie and matching flecktarn pants
>Darylls brother....Ah shit what was the shits name....Lo-
>"Hey man, how are ya doing!" Daryll asks before I can finish my train of thought
>"Im doing good Daryll, real good infact."
>Was gonna go out stalkin yesterday but...
>Idk this is fine
>"Good, good. Hey man, do you mind if Jack shoots his first AK?"
>I wasn't anywhere close to guessing his name
>Wait hold on
>His first AK?
>"You finally made your brother a gun?"
>"Yep sure did! he decided on one of those Syrian bullpup monstrosities and I had a few spare parts leftover so I said "fuck it, why not?" and built him one."
>Im kinda suspicious of this, what uh....What did he do to deserve this?
>"Oh? Does this commemorate some sort of occasion? What did you do to deserve this Jack?"
>"I got really good grades on my SAT!" he blurts out before his brother could respond
>His brother hugs him and gives his redhead a noggy
>"Not only that he built me a website for my business!"
>I give both of them a thumbs up
>"Shit, good job Jack! Wanna go shoot it in the back tonight with your friends?"
>"Fuck yeah!" he shouts alittle too loudly
>"Alright well, we're gonna watch the legend of the galactic heroes before we do-."
>"I thought we were gonna watch Transformers?" Jack asks, cutting me off
>Oh shit right
>"Uh....Well we can watch that after we go shooting"
>Jacks sucha child
>You'd think with him being seventeen and having Daryll as a brother he wouldn't be like this
>Still, the dude does what he does
>I might be making a big deal about the prospect of changing from Legend of the galactic heroes to Transformers
>Yeah the autism probably was triggered by his proposition
>Shits kinda petty of me
>Noticing Takios shoes neatly positioned along the wall they take off their shoes
>Monkey see, monkey do
>I get started on making pizzas for my guest, I yell out to Takio first asking him what kinda pizza he wants
>"If you have it, Pepperoni and mushroom"
>I'll see if theres any left in the fridge..
>Its what we had last time we partied at my house
>"What about you Daryll? Jack?"
>Daryll answers back speaking for the two of them
>"Pepperoni and mushrooms would be great for the two of us too!"
>Fuckin...I dunno if I have it
>I check in the fridge
>I usually do...
>I just have two pizzas so it'll be fine for the three of them
>Seems like they were hungry, they 
>"Alright I've got two pizzas coming right up."
>I rip off the cardboard and peel back the plastic film covering the pizzas
>I wait around till the oven heats up, I hear the faint sounds of a battle in space on the television
>They are having alot of fun
>Even though they're quietly watching the show I know they are
>I stare up into the cieling
>Thank God I have such good friends
>My gaze shifts to the window, out of curiosity and remembrance of that scitzo elf cosplayer I scan the front yard
>I look past the shrubs that line the fence of my front yard
>They were planted by my Dad, in the hopes that they'd conceal the property from nosey assholes
>It does a good job of concealing whats beyond the front yard too
>Whats that there...
>Near the gate...
>Fucking three of those elf cosplayers now?
>What fucking gives
>Awh well, I hope they fuck off this ti-
>They're coming toward the fence
>I pop the pizzas in the oven and look to the living room and then back at the larpers
>"Hey fuckers" I call out to my three friends sitting on the coach
>Well, two friends and friends brother
>Can't call that little shit my friend
>Not just yet at least
>"What is it homeslice?" 
>...Homeslice?
>Daryll this ain't the 90's
>...
>Whatever
>"The medievel faire ended two months ago right?"
>"How the fuck ami suppose to kno-"
>"Yeah it ended the seventh of February like usual"
>Jack blurts out, cutting off his brother
>I hear a slight thwacking sounds
>Daryll probably slapped him on the shoulder again
>He only hits 'em lightly
>Most of the time
>"Well uh, we've got four elf cosplayers tryna fuck around with my front gate"
>Takios gotten up from the coach at this point, Hes come to face me at the kitchen
>Giving me this face equal measures of "Are you high?" and concern
>I open my eyes wider and nudge my head towards the mirror
>"Im not making this shit up"
>His eyes narrow even more than they already were as he looks out the mirror
>Looking back he can only give me this look of confusion, quickly looking back at the mirror
>"Was there a anime con or something nearby?"
>"In fuckin Palatka? Fuck ofa chance thats the case" Daryll says as he decides to crowd around the front mirror with the two of us
>Fucking Jack joins in, craning his neck above his brothers shoulder to try and getta better look
>I flap my hands up and down, fed up with the crowded kitchen
>"ALRIGHT ALRIGHT! THIS IS A TWO ASS KITCHEN AT MOST GET DA FUCK OUTTA HERE!"
>Jack scampers off, Daryll calmly walks out trailing his brother, Takio takes his sweet ass time moving out of the kitchen
>He turns to ask me a question
>"What should we do about those fuckers?"
>I look at Takio then back at these elf cosplayers
>"I dunno what the fuck to do abouttem, It was only this morning that one of 'em-"
>The fuckers busted my padlock and are starting to walk onto my property
>"Hold the fuck on." I mutter on my breath, I rack the slide of my AK and push past Takio
>What the fuck are they doin on my lawn
>I slam open the front door and open my side folding stock, staring intently at the four of these motherfuckers
>I walk with certain amount of swagger
>What the fuck are these idiots thinking? Trespassing on my-
>"AAAAAAAAh"
>WHAT THE FUC!
>One of the motherfuckers shot me with an arrow, right into my calf
>"OH THATS IT YOU FUCKS ARE DEAD!"
>I raise the barrel of my gun to the direction of the bow wielding elf
>its the same redheaded one as this morning
>"GOODBYE BITCH!"
>POM POM POM POM POM
>Five times the muzzle flash lights up the dim lit dusk, I hit all five of them into the redhead
>Her three buddies are sprinting towards my ass with drawn fucking swords
>What the fu-
>I aim to the next one
>POM POM POM
>and then the next 
>POM POM POM
>And then the next
>POM POM POM POM
>They've all stopped moving
>Except the redhead
>Shes still moving
>I dunno for how lo-
>OW OW OW
>FUCK 
>My dumbass is starting to feel the stinging pain from the arrow lodged into my calf
>Takios calling out to Daryll, I hear his footsteps as he rushes behind me
>"Fuck man, what the fuck was that?" he offers up his right shoulder as a crutch and I grab on
>Shit I cant keep any pressure on this thing!
>"Fucking psycho larpers from this morning! That same bitch shot me with a fucking bow!"
>Hes looking around for anymore of them, im sure he's confused as I am
>I waxed those motherfuckers dead
>Awh shit we're gonna hafta call the cops
>Awh shit Daryll'll have to get his machineguns outta here
>AWH SHIT!!!!
>I look over to a relatively wide eyed Takio looking at the corpses of the cosplayers
>"Is the pizza burned?" I ask him, as I am limping along towards the house
>It takes him a moment, but he turns his gaze towards me in disbelief
>"What the...No no no you just put it in!"
>I sigh a breath of relief
>"Thank FUCK!" I shout out and wince in pain as I step into the house
>Jacks hysterically shouting Oh my God at the top of his lungs
>Daryll slaps his brothers cheek
>"FUCKIN STOP THAT JACK!"
>"Ok"
>"Fuck fuck fuck FUCK!" Darylls searching for his phone, hes helped my bleeding ass onto the coach
>Why...WHY THE FUCKING COACH! 
>Fuck it! It can't be helped!
>Its...Its not that bad actually
>I've acclimated I guess
>"Hey Jack, make yourself useful and get me a pizza and a beer."
>Jacks standing there with a blank expression on his face
>Like the lifes drained out of him from his brother hitting him
>"Jack..."
>He rushes to the kitchen, I guess to do what I asked him
>Fuck I...I'll have to talk with Daryll about the way he treats his brother
>That was abit too fucking harsh even for him
>"Theres no cell service!"
>What the...
>That can't be right, we never have outages around here
>Not around my house at least
>"We'll have to drive over to the clinic"
>Jack hands me two slices of pepperoni and mushroom pizza and a fat can of fosters beer
>"Hey." I grab his wrist and give him a thumbs up with my other hand
>"Thanks kid"
>A smirk emerges from his once lifeless face
>"No problem man"
>Takio, in samurai wisdom, has been loading and offloading Darylls machine guns into my closet
>Fuck FUCK FUCK!
>My shits tax stamped, but I know for a fact that none of that shit is registered
>Shit I gotta take charge here or else we'll be inna load of shit
>I point a knife hand at Takio first
>"Takio, hide that shit in the attic when you get a chance." 
>Then, I move it right at Daryll whos closely sitting by with just a few inches of room to spare
>"Daryll get my ass to the clinic in town"
>I then motion the hand of authority to Jack
>Hes still quiet
>Fuckin Daryll man
>"Go watch some Transformers"
>I lower the knife hand and get bite another chunk outta the pizza
>Takio nods and opens the attic door, immediately transitioning the machine guns from the closet to the attic
>Darylls lifting my ass up and out the door
>Jacks sniffling, but moving towards the coach
>Fuckin hell man what a shitshow
>Beer still in hand I chug some more down
>Fuckin helluva night
>Darylls opened up the truck bed and moves my ass into the back
>"What am I, A fuckin dog?"
>Hes moving to quickly to hear me
>I move myself into the truck bed and close the hatch
>Shit hes starting up and moving the truck already
>Fuck
>The corpses are in the way..
>Come on Daryll! Dont make this worse for us than it already is!
>"DARYLL!"
>"DONT RUN OVER THEM!"
>I scream as loud as I can, thwacking the palm of my hand on the rear window glass
>Daryll doesn't fucking listen
>Daryll slams on the gas and flings the four elves corpses somewhere behind the truck
>Fuck how am I going to explain this shit to my lawyer
>I dont think we're gonna get outta this one...
>The streetlights along the road emit this eerie glow, their light comes as goes as we drive past'em
>Fuck man...Fuck...
>This is how I lose my guns?
>My Job?

>Darylls slams on the brakes and we've gone to a screeching halt
>The sudden stop causes me to jolt my head right onto the back of the rear window
>"WHAT THE HELL! WHY ARE YOU DRIVING SO..."
>I turn and come face to face with...
>What the fuck is that thing?
>Is thata albino gorilla?
>an eight foot tall pale white gorilla lookin man in the middle of the fuckin road!
>What the fuck!
>"Hey!" I shout at this inbred sack of shit
>Gorilla must've painted his high ass asa joke
>"Move your ASS OFF THE ROAD! IM DYING HERE!"
>The things turned its head this way, This dude has...Tusks?
>That thing ain't human
>It lets out a yell and beats his chest at us, Its gotta shiny metal axe with hooks along its handle
>Wearing furs and leather pants like something outta Conan the barbarian
>What the fuck is that thing?
>Darylls put on some heavy metal
>Daryll you fucking ass dont you run over the-
>Hes revving up his engines
>"DARYLL YOU FUCKIN RETA-"
>Hes let off the brakes, going full steam towards the pale white gorillaman
>I brace for impact, grabbing ahold of the side of the truck and clutching princess
>The front of the truck slams right into what must be more than four hundred pounds of meat and bone
>Fucking thing refuses to slide underneath the truck, Slamming its axe right into the hood of the truck and holding onto for dear life its roaring and bellowing weird guttural curses at Daryll
>The motherfucker is yelling with Slayer playing as loud as can be from his trucks radio system
>Its deafening tunes blowing out the eardrums of myself, Daryll and that pale white gorilla-man-orc thing
>I see the blood skidmarks trailing behind our path, bits of guts and bone strewn about along the road where we once were
>Fuck this dudes tough as shit
>The orcs roaring stops
>Darylls stopped driving
>But he hasn't stopped screaming
>"DARYLL YOU ABSOLUTE RETARD YOU WRECKED YOUR FUCKING TRUCK!"
>Im frothing from the mouth, from the corner of my eye I see the reflection of my face is redder than the gore from that fucking gorilla mans corpse
>Im screaming at the back of Darylls head
>Hes laughing now
>"WHATS SO FUNNY FUCKTARD?"
>"I have to walk your ass back home, This trucks toast!"
>Fuckers chuckling
>Im losing my shit
>I start maniacally pounding the truck bed and shaking my head left and right 
>"DARYLL YOU FUCK THATS ALMOST SEVEN MILEs!"
>"Yeah! I know!"
>I breathe in and out, in and out
>Trying to regain my composure
>Fuck...Fuck...
>Ok...Ok...
>We can do this
>"Well....FUCK! Alright, get me outta here lets get a move on!"
>The truck door slams open and shut
>Darylls smiling as wide as can be as he opens the trunk
>I scoot my way over to him, rifles slung over my chest
>I start to snicker with him
>"Shit uh...That was kinda fun!"
>Still...Could use some medical attention for the arrow stuck in my leg
>"Yeah you bet motherfucker!"
>I hop out of the bed of the truck and brace myself on his right shoulder
>We walk together back home for hours into the night
>Just what the fuck is going on
>Something about this ain't right
>I've got a feeling in my gut that things aren't the same anymore
>Daryll and I made it back home last night
>This morning Im  spending my time resting on the couch, recovering from Jacks mentally retarded medical service
>Takio took over after I hit Jack on the head for trying to pull it out
>Why the fuck did Daryll tell Jack to treat my ass
>Takio took some medical classes with the red cross awhile back
>I move the blanket off of my leg to inspect the bandaged wound
>The bleeding stopped, thank God
>I've been sipping on OJ and munching on crispy bacon since I woke up
>I guess getting shot in the leg has its perks
>Hm..
>I wonder whats on TV
>I root around the couches folds for the remote
>I find it just underneath my pillow
>They must've placed it there
>Wait hold on
>What are those three retards doing?
>"Hey Daryll! Takio?.....Jack?"
>"H'yello! Whatsup!" His head pops out of the kitchen area
>Is he doing dishes?
>Awh jeez they left me with Jack
>Why...
>"Wheres your brother gone?"
>Jacks looking up at the ceiling as if hes trying to think where the two went
>I swear this kid watched too much anime, every action he does seems to mimic some Godforsaken anime character
>"Oh they went out to go get supplies from our house!"
>I pause at this
>"Why?"
>Grimacing as he tries to find some sort of distraction
>"Just...Just turn on the TV"
>"You could just tell me" I grumble, turning on the TV
>I change the channels, nothing but static
>"Alright, well that was really informative Jack." I say as I shut off the TV
>I adjust my pillows and try to move my leg
>Shit uh...Best not do that for a day or two.
>"Well uh...Shit..." I hear him stumble over his words
>Hes at a loss for how to describe whats going on
>"Worlds gone to shit, we've got elves, orcs and shit cropping up everywhere. Texas even has dragons."
>My eyes narrow to barely open slits
>"Jack the world hasn't turned into one of your shitty isekais. Stop fucking with me."
>Jack sighs and then starts pacing in the kitchen
>I can hear his pace quicken
>"Look just show me that its happening"
>"Aha!" He says and starts walking towards me with his phone out
>"I managed to save this before the internet cut out!"
>Hes playing this video of what appears to be an elf stuck in a window with her tits out
>I turn to face him, face blank from the sheer audacity of this zoomer
>"So yesterday wasn't a fever dream"
>"Nope, one hundred percent happened!"
>I keep staring at this dumb bitch trying to get out of the closed window
>Quite a nice pair of knockers on her
>I realize that I am watching this with Jack and immediately look away
>"Delete that shit off of your phone before Daryll finds out."
>Jack hesitates and then puts his phone back in his jeans backpocket
>"r-right"
>I grab another handful of crispy bacon from the pile left for me on the coffee table
>I take a couple of bites before a question enters my mind
>"Did you make this bacon Jack?"
>"Y-yes" he responds quietly
>"Damn you did a good job, keep it up!"

>My lard ass has been resting on the couch several hours now
>Jack in his infinite malice and spite has decided to play some old ass MG shit on the television
>He said it was "Educational" and said something about "Educating you guys in the world that you live in now"
>Jack can not be this stupid, this has to be some sort of sick game that he is playing
>Can't stand up to any of us when we're able so hes gotta do it when Im injured and alone
>Fucker
>I dunno
>This might just be him being dumb
>I hear incredibly lewd noises emanating from the television speakers
>my eyes narrow and look away from the bright shine of its screen
>I wish I could watch something else, like Godzilla or something else besides this shit
>I genuinely hate it but the bastard has placed the remote on the other side of the couch
>I do not want to risk opening up this wound
>I also do not want to spend anymore time staring into the terribly drawn boobs of some mutant on my television
>What do I do
>I reach for the glass of OJ and find that its empty
>"Hey Jack, can you refill my glass of OJ for me?"
>I see his head pop into sight
>"Sure"
>I hear the fridge door open and then I realize I could've gotten him to hand me the remote by simply asking him to
>I shouldn't be so willing to grit and bear torture
>Hes come over with a full gallon of OJ and one of the tendie sandwiches I kept in the drawer
>Those are for tuesdays, but for now I will make an exception and eat it
>He somewhat dramatically pours some for me
>A very small amount of it splashes onto the counter
>Annoying, but he did pour me a glass
>He also places half of the tendie sandwich next to it
>Wait does he...
>Hes pocketed my tendie sandwich..
>That bastard...Thats not yours thats mine!
>Grinding my teeth I get distracted by the sounds of a young Japanese man rocketing into the air from a nosebleed
>There are more important things to get mad at
>"Hey Jack can you pass me the remote?"
>"Huh? Oh sure."
>He walks over and hands it over

>Finally with the remote in my clutches I turn on some documentary so that I can nod off and nap
>Something about listening to a british man talk about retarded animals humping in the woods lets me doze off
>I wrap up and get comfy, eating my sandwich and drinking my juice and get ready to take a nice afternoon nap
>I watch an elephant trumpeting at a rhino too close for its comfort
>My eyes have trouble staying focused on the animals on the screen, the inbred british voice soothing me to sleep
>I nod off
>BLAM
>But then the front door swings open, I hear the doorknob slam into the closet door
>No way its not damaged
>DARYLL
>YOU! YOU!
>"DARYLL YOU FUCK DONT SLAM MY FUCKING DOOR!"
>"Oh hey man whats up! Im glad your still alive!"
>I grit my teeth and foam at the mouth
>I hear Jack slap the counter top
>"Shit dude where did you get all that food!"
>"Takios place, We went into town and well..."
>I hear Takio speak up
>"Shits fucked. My parents are..."
>Awh shit his parents are dead
>Wait...No they might've left or something
>I get up enough to look at his face
>Shit hes crying
>Nah they're dead
>..
>Fuck
>I lay back down again
>Im not good at helping these situations
>"Takio you can stay in my room for tonight, Im consigned to this couch for a couple of days thanks to those fucking elves."
>I peek my eye over at him, seeing him nod and then drop the supplies he carried on the ground
>Dudes put his head inbetween his elbow and making his way to my room
>Shit thats rough
>Dude really loved his folks
>Wait hold on
>"Daryll...Did you go check up on my mother?"
>Hes silent
>"The whole neighborhood was burnt to the ground."
>..
>"So shes not.."
>"No man, all of it burnt away in an instant. It was like a bomb went off."
>Fuckin
>Fuckin hell man
>Moms dead
>Shit uh
>What was the last thing I messaged her?
>I check my phone
>She replied
>"Have a fun time son, I love you!"
>I replied to her too
>Must've been on the drive there
>"I love you too mom"
>Fuckin hell why
>Why my mom?

>The days late
>Daryll and Jack have taken to dealing with the supplies
>They finished unloading Takios suv hours ago
>The two went out to get supplies from Darylls but they have so much shit over there they'll have to take many more trips tomorrow
>I imagine that'll take another half a day knowing how much shit Darylls got
>Their location might be better...
>No, no its not
>Its right along a major freeway, who the fuck knows what will happen if we decided to hunker down here
>Its not like that was even discussed, Everyone here subconsciously knew this was the better place to be
>Still
>I will have to talk with Daryll about being more respectful with my stuff while hes here
>The fucker slammed the front door knob into the closet door blinds
>The entire door is fucked now
>And I guess I will just have to deal with it too, its not like I am going to go out and get the shit that I'd need to repair it
>With an arrow wound in my leg and a magical armageddon going on outside I have bigger things to worry about
>The two of them passed out on the floor, tucked in the sleeping bags that I have for guests to use
>They're nice for one night, maybe two
>But we'll have to get something more comfortable
>I have a feeling that our dumb group will tough this out together for as long as this shitty situation lasts
>I have no idea what the fuck is going on
>But it cant be good
>Entire neighborhoods razed
>Elves, Orcs and who knows what else are fucking around in the woods and streets
>I got a arrow wound in the leg so far
>Daryll wrecked his truck, I've only got enough food in the pantry for a couple of weeks and although I have enough food for three months for myself...
>Theres another three people living here and theres no way that we can just sit idly by and not get what we need while we can
>Its a miracle that we still have power
>I have a power hookup for a generator but I only have enough fuel for two maybe three days
>I'll remind Daryll about it when he wakes up tomorrow

>I try and get up
>I napped all day and now Im restless now that its night time
>I would've watched the news but the TV was out
>And I didn't think to look for anything happening on liveleak or youtube
>Shit I should actually check liveleak, there might be some genuinely good information on what type of shits going on out in the world
>Everyone else is dead quiet
>They're all sound asleep I imagine
>They had a hard day of work today
>And I did nothing to contribute
>Shit Jack even cooked bacon for me
>I give him too much shit
>Or not enough shit
>Im 50/50 on that one, I imagine It'll swing to the latter once I spend more time for him
>I might be wrong though
>He isn't that bad of a cook
>tap tap 
>What is that
>tap tap
>Somethings tapping on the glass
>Shit...
>Whos doing that?
>I raise my upper body to look at the window
>Its one of those elves from two days ago
>it must've crawled to the front porch
>How did it..How did it survive?
>I shot those fuckers dead and Daryll ran them over
>Still Im sure its going to die any moment now
>tap tap
>Well...
>tap tap
>Fucking quit it everyone is trying to sleep
>tap tap tap
>What? You come here, shooting me in the leg, burning my Mom alive and killing Takios parents wasn't enough for you fucks?
>tap tap tap
>Now you expect me to save you?
>tap tap tap
>I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS SHIT!
>I grit my teeth and push myself off the coach
>Shit still can't quite walk on my leg but
>I can limp well enough to get to the door
>I have my pistol tucked into my pocket
>No I can't use that
>It'll wake my friends up and that would be rude of me
>Im going to have to make a stop in the kitchen
>Jack must've used a chef knife today
>If not I'll have to use a clean one
>I dont want to make anymore dirty dishes than I need to
>tap tap tap
>I have to put a stop to that annoying shit though
>I've made my way to the kitchen now
>Pleasantly surprised that my wound hasn't reopened
>Jack did not use a chefs knife today
>So I will have to use a clean one

>I brace myself against the wall as I walk towards the door
>Opening it I stumble out onto the porch and look over to the elf
>Its the same redheaded one as yesterday
>Muddy tiretracks are on her clothes
>Shit her two legs are bent in ways that they shouldn't be
>What did she expect us to do?
>Heal her with some sort of fucking magic?
>After what she did to me?
>With all of the shit going on?
>Nope, time to give you the knife of peace and fucking quiet
>I'm holding onto the kitchen knife as if it were an ice pick
>I look at it gritting my teeth as I flex my arm
>Shit I've never done anything like this before
>It has to be this way though
>Dumb cunt came along and ruined my fucking world
>She's gonna get what she fucking deserves
>I raise the point of the knife
>I see her head turning towards me
>Her eyes tense and full of fright
>And I stab her in the face
>And the eye 
>And the throat
>Just...Just fucking die
>Fucking shooting me in the leg
>Killing my friends parents
>Burning my mom alive
>Just fucking die
>Her welps of pain have stopped now
>Took too long 
>These elves aren't twinks, they're tough as shit
>If this ones anything to go off of they can take quite alot of punishment
>Fuck I've got alot of blood on my clothes
>And...on my arms
>Its soaked into my socks too
>Well shit
>I strip off my clothes and leave them on the floor next to her
>I limp back inside and close the door
>Fuck...Fuck Jacks going to have to clean this up in the morning
>I gotta take a shower though
>I'll keep it short, I dont want to wake up any of the three
>I limp to the shower
>Im going to have to use the steam cleaner to remove the blood stains from the carpet
>"fuck fuck fuck fuck" I whisper repetitively with each step as I notice the red stains I leave with each step
>Awh fuck thats the first thing they are going to see in the morning too
>Damn it...
>
>I've managed to cause as little noise as possible
>I've showered and scrubbed off all the elf blood
>I am nice and clean

>I didn't spend as much time as I usually do showering
>I dont hear any movement from my three friends
>...
>Is Jack really my friend?
>...
>I'll have to give it some more time
>His little stunt this morning subjugating me to animated boob torture was cruel and unnecessary
>But the kid can cook
>Must've been something the two learned growing up together
>I dont remember them ever talking about their parents
>I will have to ask them about them when they wake up
>I've walked as far as I can along the wall
>Hobbling over the bed I take a moment to look toward the front door
>Fuck I left them a mess
>On the front porch, along the hallway
>In the shower
>Im going to have to suck up to Jack
>Lord knows that kid is going to have to clean it up
>Well
>No matter
>Soon it'll be day three in our little apocalyptic adventure
>Or something like that
>Gotta stay positive
>Limping over I sit down and begin to wrap myself up in covers
>I take a moment to check my wound
>Didn't open up not a trace of blood on the bandages
>Takios sutures held up after all
>Well...
>Time to go to bed...

>My sleep is rudely interrupted by the screaming of Jack
>Why...Why does he always sound so fuckin annoying
>Sluggishly I begin to raise myself upright to see what the fuss is all about
>Ah
>Yeah its about the mess I made on the front porch
>With a slurred speech I try and address his incoherent babbling "...Yeah could one of you guys clean that pile of shit up? It was tryna wake up the whole house."
>"Didya have to kill her???"
>What do you think Jack?
>I'm just waking up and I've yet to have my caffeine, fuck off man..
>"Didya?"
>Alright thats fucking it
>"Yes I did Jack, because that piece of shit not only had the audacity to shoot a arrow into my leg but decided to tap tap tap on the window RIGHT when I was going to sleep!" I yell sternly at him
>"And yeah, maybe I didn't need to but I really don't want to deal with anymore knife eared bitches bullshit for the night."
>I slump back down on the coach
>"I'm sorry for not cleaning my mess up man, I couldn't be assed to stuff her body in the trash can at the time."
>I hear a audible pause from the kitchen room
>Jacks begun preparing breakfast for the four us judging by the clinking and clanking noises from the kitchen
>"Look what if the police show up? What will we do then?"
>I frown at the idiocy of this nigga
>"Jack the worlds gone to shit if theres one thing we don't have to worry about its the police."
>He and I are staying silent after I leave off with that
>He means well
>I should be more charitable towards him
>But hes gotta wake up, I have a feeling theres gonna be more corpses on our front porch
>I try and get up
>Huh
>Shits feeling alot better
>I should take it easy for now but
>"Hey Jack, let me fix breakfast."
>"What? Do you feel bad about leaving the slave with two tasks?"
>...
>"Jack you aren't our fucking slave. You're a friend of mine man."
>Well shit
>Nothing but the sounds of Jack frying something in the kitchen
>"Hey, Didja bro bring you any clothes or gear?"
>"N-no..."
>"Well lets fix that"

>Jacks finished up frying the bacon and eggs, the last of the cookingware bangs into the washing machine
>I'll have to tell him that he should be more careful with the dishes
>Maybe later though, I think hes under enough stress as it is
>Hes a good kid
>Even though he isn't a kid at all
>I wait for a bit and holler at him
>"Hey Jack! Wanna go see what I got for ya?"
>Theres a long pause, Im waiting to hear his cheerful voice
>"Yeah sure man"
>He made an attempt to be cheerful
>But uh..Shit hes not doing well
>From him snapping at me to the realization the worlds gone to shit he mustn't be doing too well
>Well Ill try my best to cheer him up
>"Alright"
>I steadily limp to the master bedroom
>"Right this way, I must have some stuff that you'll like."
>Opening the door I see Takio reading some anime and fondling his AR
>"Could ya get the fuck out for a second?"
>His eyes slightly widen as he shoots a look at me
>Yeah you got caught reading Inuyasha, get the hell out of my room
>"Sure bro"
>Slinging his AR and folding the book behind his butt to hide it he speedwalks past me
>Almost bumps into me as he walks out
>I turn around
>"Get on the roof and look out for more of the keebler shits"
>He stops and turns back with a inquisitive face
>"...Keeblers?" he questions finishing with a mocking frown
>Huh shoot where did I get that fro...
>"Like the cookie brand retard"
>Jack snaps at him
>Wow he must have had enough
>Takios eyes glance back and forth from the door to Jack
>"...Alright"
>With another snide smirk he walks out the front door and slips on the bloody mess outside
>After blurting out many curses and both of our chuckling we get back to the task at hand
>Jacks got his Raifu, some sort of Godless Syrian bullpup Ak mockup
>I swear, once those 74 kits started coming in from russia people lost all sense
>Making whatever they want with those things
>...
>Anyway thats all he has and I think he should have at least some cammies, rig or pistol
>Lets see whats in the closet

>Jack looms over the door to the closet, peering over my shoulder as I crouch
>I wanna take this easy, pulling out the heavy as hell military crates I use to store all of my old stuff in might open my wound
>Still, I manage to do so without opening up the wound
>Thank God for that
>I open the latches on the crate two at a time, Jack has a slight smile on his face
>"Be patient Jack, theres no guarantee that you even like what I am going to give you"
>I remember during my airsofting years I didn't have much in the way of surplus stuff
>Multicam and AR was the only way to go
>Guess I grew autistic when I got older
>Not sure why
>I flip open the lid and there it is
>All my old airsofting gear
>"Alright Jack, don't say I didn't warn you...I've got some multica-" I stop as soon as I throw the neatly folded multicam jacket and trousers behind my back
>Not sure if I hit him or the wall
>I look back to check and hes holding it in both of his hands
>He has this face that I would assume would only be replicated if handed him a pile of dogshit wrapped in a bag
>Yeesh, beggars can't be choosers man
>But I guess the entire point of this is to give him something he'd like
>I go back to looking inside the crate and..
>There was a old school partizan rig underneath it
>...
>This must've been something that one of my friends loaned me and I never returned
>"Alright, I think I might have some more stuff that you" I say with a toothed grin
>"Is it more dogshit?" He replies, groaning
>My smile turns to a frown
>"Just wait, I've got plenty of stuff you'll like"
>Multicams a great pattern dude
>Soulfags like you have a genuine deathwish
>Aesthetic are one thing, Suicidal aesthetics on the other hand...
>Shaking my head I root around for stuff in here that he'll like
>Huh
>SS leto shit?
>Must've been from my halfassed slavaboo years
>"Alright Jack I got some more shit for you"
>I throw the partizan harness with one hand and then the SS leto masking suit with another
>I hear Jack squeal

>I let out a deep sigh
>"Real life isn't an anime Jack, I take it your approve of your gift?"
>I look over my shoulder to see his happy grinning face
>"Y'know, You say that but you and my bro not just yesterday killed elves and orcs." He replies in a unintentionally snide manner
>I look up in quick contemplation and raise my index finger in the air
>He's not wrong
>But I will make him regret his observation
>With a grin on my face I chuckle as I make my reply
>"You know what? You're right Jack, Guess I gotta start calling you Jack chan"
>A look of dismay erupts on his face
>"Please don't"
>"JAAACKUUU SAMA SAMA DESU!!!!"
>"STOP!" He yells
>"UWAAAH! MOSHI MOSHI JACKU ONII CHAN DESU DESU CHAN!!""
>"STOOOOOP!" He yells even louder
>A sudden silence follows
>"Don't yell in my house you obnoxious shit you'll wake up your brother."
>"Eat shit and die"
>"Yes fuck you too"
>Another moment of silence
>Both of us spotaneously chuckle
>"Alright alright, make sure your clothes fit I was abit taller than you at that age."
>"Sure thing man, thanks for the gear!"
>"Anytime Jack, I hope you like it."
>He walks back out of the room, I presume going to the hallway bathroom to try on his new gear
>I shake my head as I brace myself on the wall, I want to be careful with this injury
>Now that I am on my feet I feel to check out the dead elves on the front lawn
>Something something, Familiarize yourself with the gear of the enemy or something something
>Whatever, I wanna see if they have any gold or cool stuff on 'em
>Limping out of the room I check up on Daryll
>hes sound asleep
>I hear Jack changing his clothes in the bathroom
>Takio is...
>Oh yeah he's on the roof
>Roof jap?
>Roof jap.
>Roof jap roof jap ro-
>Ok enough of that
>Lets go check on the elves
>I open the door outside and I am immediately greeted with the sound of whining cicadas
>Didn't know they emerged this early
>I dont hear any bird calls this morning
>Odd
>My gaze drifts to the elf I Ted Bundy'd last night

>I never noticed how musculaur she was until now I see her corpse in the daylight
>Thick well defined muscles on the areas of her body that are exposed
>Forearms almost as large as mine...
>Her calves must've been crafted by a greek god...
>I poke them
>Still, even in death they feel as hard as oak!
>I cock my head back in realization
>These elves, they aren't the dainty things we'd assume they'd be
>I stroke my chin in contemplation
>These elves are quite dangerous and now we'd have to be on their shitlist
>Fuck
>Fuck
>Ok
>Why did they...?
>Oh come on
>That stupid huge ass moth
>That must've been one of their pets
>This elf was crying because I killed her pet
>And then she got some of her friends to come to my place and exact vengeance
>They would have alerted the rest of their group and...
>And since they've gone missing...
>Oh fuck
>I walk out into the open of the front yard and wave at Takio
>"Takio stay on guard, there might be more of these knife eared shits coming our way today."
>He nods in confirmation and then gets back to monitoring the perimiter
>I don't have many trees around the property save for a few fruit trees in the back and the ones close to my house
>I squat down and look through her belongings
>Theres quite a few pouches along her leather belt
>One large one contains red colored potions
>They're conveniently labelled with cutesy pictures, they're enough of a description for me to decipher what they do
>Apparently this one can restore wounds...
>...
>Why didn't she drink this one?
>...
>Maybe the damage was too great?
>Her other leg was fractured and bent at a forty five degree angle
>Shoot her ribs were exposed
>...
>Awh fuck it I'll give it a swig
>I pop open the cork and drink it down
>All of it
>Miraculously, through but half a minute of waiting the arrow wound on my legs healed up
>Shoot I damn near feel at the top of my game!
>Wow nothing coul-
>I have the incredibly strong desire to eat
>I just got really really hungry

>Shoot I need to go eat
>I rush back into the house, look through the pantry and find my bag of trail mix
>I stuff handfuls after handfuls of the stuff into my mouth like a fat kid eating cookies out of a cookie jar
>Finally, after a minute of doing so I feel normal again
>"Thatsa....Odd"
>Alright well, Lets get back to looting the dead
>I go through their corpses and carry them off to the oil drum I have on the property for burning wood
>It takes effort to put the four of them
>.......
>It's lunch time
>High noon
>And I got to inform everyone of our current situation
>Takios climbed down from the roof to eat lunch with us
>Jack was kind enough to make burgers for us
>I've said Grace with Takio respectfully playing along
>He's not the religious type, but he is kind enough
>"Before we begin I think I need your opinion on something."
>As soon as we were done saying grace Daryll launched into the fries
>And he is the first to respond
>"Sure bro, whats on your mind?"
>I pause for a minute to look at everyone around the table
>Pointing towards the front lawn I begin laying it out for them
>"Those fuckin elves are tough as shit"
>Everyones intently listening, Jack is half paying attention half watching something saved on his phone
>"...Listen up Jack" Daryll says, proding his brothers shoulder with his fist
>Jack obliges and turns off his phone.
>"...Alright, yea so I looked at the elves and they're simply inhuman. They are yoked as shit, that one redheaded bitch has the muscles of a greek god."
>Everyone looks confused
>"..W-why is this important?" Jack asks innocently enough
>I look up in the air and raise my hand in frustration
>"Because, We've quite clearly made them our enemy and they'll come looking for the four that came to kill us. I think it's important to know that you can't let these things get close to you."
>A brief silence falls on the dinner table
>"We've got to prepare for a night raid, they'll strike when they think we're sleeping"

>Jacks gotten up to fetch some more Baja blast from the fridge
>We've sat around the dinner table in five minutes of uneasy silence
>"This shit sucks doesn't it?" I can hear Jack say with an unwarranted amount of optimism in his voice
>"Shut the fuck up Jack!" I blurt out at Jack and knife hand in his general direction
>Better me than Daryll
>I slap my hand down on the table after I leave my hand in the air for awhile
>"Alright."
>I look at my two friends
>Takio has a steeled expression on his face
>Clearly he is ready for whats to come
>Darylls facial muscles are tensed up, his jaws locked
>He's ready too
>Am I?
>We've got no idea how many there'll be coming tonight
>I know that these fucking elves are coming
>"Let's get to it, Takio you've been on guard the entire day you'll get last shift."
>He nods and I nod back
>"Daryll you look ready to go, I take it you'll be fine taking the first watch"
>He nods as well, I can see the skins of his cheeks sucked close to his teeth
>He should lay off the stimulants or...I dunno maybe he is just ready to kill
>Either or with that guy
>"Do I get a shift...?" Jack asks innocently 
>"No!" We all say in unison 
>"d'awwhh..." He mops back
>I raise my hand in frustration
>"You can go on shift with me when its my turn."
>"Ooh...Yay!" He cheerfully utters, I hear him happily humming
>I cup my face with my hand, shaking my head back and forth.
>"We might need to find a new location in the morning."


>Darylls eyes narrow as he looks me dead in the eye
>"Why? Scared of some fuckin fantasy fuckers?"
>"We've got a nice set up here, yes...." I motion my hand at the front gate
>"But we wont be able to withstand waves and waves of these fuckers if they decide to keep coming"
>Takios eyes glance to Daryll and back at me 
>I take it he wants to say something
>"He's right Daryll, If two of us gets seriously injured or killed we'll be in a pickle."
>Daryll shoots his hand out to the directly at the front gate
>"What about those red potions those fucks were carrying? We could always pick them up after we kill them."
>I knifehand slam the table
>"We simply don't know if they'll carry anymore of those things. It was a wonder that bitch was carrying one."
>Rubbing my brow with the same hand
>"It would've been bad with just myself out of action."
>I shoot out of my seat
>"Well lets get to it, I might be making too big of a deal out of this situation.
>Daryll slings forward his AK74, flipping the safety lever down making it ready for use
>"Anybody got NVG's? It's gonna get dark."
>"Takio don't you got a pair?" I question, looking at him inquisitively with one eye
>"Yeah its on the couch next to the pile of crumbs you left you pig"
>Daryll and I chuckle as Takio smirks
>"Alright alright, lets get to it."
>Darylls speedily walks to the back room, grabbing Takios helmet and heading out the back.
>Takio walks back to my room
>Guess I'm still sleeping on the couch
>Ah well uh...
>I can manage
>"Heya Jack, wheredya sleep all this time?"
>"On the floor."
>I stare at him
>"Didn't I tell you there was a blowup mattress in the closet?"
>"N-no..."
>"...."
>"Well now you know, It's got covers blankets and pillows all ready for you."

>Dusk has yielded to night and theres not a dim light in sight
>Lamps have gone out, theres no more power coming from the biomass power plant now
>I have a generator, but Lord knows how long that'll last.
>Takios stationed ontop of the roof, scanning around the perimeter of the house
>Daryll goes from window to window, looking for any elves
>Stiff lipped and clenched teeth
>He's nervous but ready
>Jack is Aloof
>Who knows if he'll be a detriment if things go south
>My opinion is that they will
>I'm out in the front, laying down traps Daryll concocted hours ago
>Had loads of buckshot in the safe for a Saiga that broke
>Had
>I don't think we'll have anymore left after this, they've been fabricated into some sort of contraption, brass cases all lined around a singular firework mortar
>I have no idea where he got those things, He stopped carrying those around when he almost blew off his fingers throwing those around in the streets
>That was years ago, I don't know if he did time for that but I wouldn't be surprised
>I keep myself busy with my thoughts as I plant the last of them with their tripwire around the house
>Now we wait and see what they will do
>I sling my AK and walk back towards the back of the house, I have just good enough night vision to see Takio gesture to me
>A thumbs up, The way he went about it makes me suggests its a question rather than for encouragement
>I give him a thumbs up for confirmation, then I scan the perimeter once more out of caution
>Can't have enough of it for the situation we're in
>I wonder what they will do...
>I open the door and close it behind me
>With a blast from the front I am pushed onto the door
>I eat dirt and check my back and head for injury
>A piece of woods between the lower ribs of my back
>Didn't hit the kidneys
>At least I think
>Ears ringing, deafening screaming as I look around
>Dust and rubble kicked up and still making sound
>My house...Engulfed in fire
>...They took my mama and now they're taking her gift to me?

>"TAKIO! DARYLL! JACK!" I shout out
>"HERE! HERE! HERE!" They all sound off
>God they'r-
>Three elves pop out, where the front of the house used to be
>I shoulder my rifle and shoot center mass
>BOOM BOOM BOOM
>One of them, A tall male drops down
>BOOM BOOM BOOM
>Another one, this time with red hair keels over
Next one shoots an arrow, that I barely duck away from as she runs to the other side
>I hear Daryll yelling as fierce as can be
>She screams
>I hear Daryll cry out and then the Elfs silent
>Shes gone
>Jacks trying to look for something in the rubble
>"JACK GET YOUR FUCKING RIFLE AND GET UP FRONT!" I yell right over him as I look around at the front
>Nothing there
>Where the fu-
>There along the treeline
>I run forward as Jack yells out in response
>"I'm trying! It's in the rubble!"
>I shoot my head back as I keep my eyes along the treeline, I fire out at their....Glowing eyes
>"LOOK IN THE SAFE! THE KEYS ARE ONTOP OF THE SAFE!"
>He rushes toward the room
>Rifle fire cracks ontop of the roof
>One, two, three
>Three pair of glowing eyes glow no more
>Two...Three...Four remain
>"Nice job Takio" I scream up at Takio
>I aim in the rough direction and squeeze off all thats left in my mag
>I got two...three
>The last unleashes a fount of flames up into the air onto the mature pine trees, Immolating the remaining elf screaming as he burns...
>"FUCK FUCK FUCK!"
>Those knife eared fucks started a forest fire!
>Shit...Shit....!
>I scream out to Daryll
>"How are you doing retard!" I shout towards him
>"Bitch knicked my face!" He shouts out in anger
>A pause, rubble crumples down from the roof
>"THE CUNT CUT MY EAR!" He shouts out even louder
>I chuckle out, Jacks come out of the ruins of my room with a AR...
>It has no magazine
>We gotta help this dumbass
>My focus shifts to his brother, chuckling
>"Well at least you'll be a hit with the ladies Daryll!"
>I laugh as Takio chuckles on the roof
>"You know it faggot!" He shouts out, walking into sight clutching his left side of his bleeding face
>He focuses on Jack
>"What were you doing Jack?"
>He starts to stumble over his words
>...Looks like I have to cover for him....
>Again
>"He tried his best, rifle got buried in the rubble."
>I look at his frustrated face
>"He would've done alright if he had the chance."
>Darylls lips are tensed up and raised
>"Well alright, go dig up your rifle Jack we gotta get outta here."
>I look around
>Shit they took the one thing from me from my mot-
>Nah, I still have my Brat....Brap?
>Brat brap shitbox mobile
>It puts a chuckle on my face...burning rubble all around the house....
>"Alright guys! Lets get our shit and get out! Takio, Drive your car with Daryll in the back. Put all of your guns in the back of Takios Landcruiser"
>I point to Jack
>"Jack you'll be driving passenger with me, we're going to a school in Alachua" 
>My statement grants me the odd looks from Daryll and Jack
>Takio frowns and looks away along the treeline
>"Bro you can't be thinking about the zombie apocalypse plans you talked about in highschool.."
>I rub my chin, pretending to ponder
>"Yes" I exclaim as I point at him, thewalking toward my room to collect my...Heirlooms
>This is gonna be one long night

>I've packed up the back of the Brat with all that I can afford to carry
>My favorite blanket, Cartons of Survival food and...
>Only a couple of keepsakes, pictures and notes..
>All reminders of my now dead mother and father
>...
>I hate these dumb fucking elves
>Why?
>All this over a stupid overgrown moth?
>I'm going to kill as many of these pointy eared faggots as I can
>They've earned that hate
>Packed neatly in the back seats of the brat are all the guns I have
>Various birthday gift AK's from Daryll
>Hungarian builds of all kinds, some Russian and Romanians
>I might have a tantal somewhere hidden in there 
>The four pistols I have were tossed in the passengers seat
>Figured I'd have to get that idiot kid Jack something to use other than his bullpup AK
>Takio and Daryll are already strapped up in his Toyota landcruiser
>They're carrying most of the supplies, I can see Daryll resting his bandaged head on the copilots window
>It took me awhile to get my hands off my face
>Must've taken me an hour to deal with what happened
>Maybe two
>I wasn't counting
>Jacks planted his ass on the passenger door to the brat
>Hes smoking a cigarette, looking at the damage and the dead elf corpses
>...Where did he get those cigarettes?
>Can't let that continue
>I sling my rifle over my shoulder and give my destroyed house one last look
>I know Jacks looking at the back of my head
>"Are you gonna be ok man?" He asks
>I can hear the well meaning concern and sadness in his tone
>"No...No I won't.." I reply, dragging the words out 
>I let out a sigh and both of us pile into the Brat, it's already strained suspension bounces each time we plop our asses into the seats
>I turn the keys and get ready to get moving as Takio rolls on out to our destination
>Before I follow suit, I shake my head and look to Jack
>"Jack before we go, hand over that pack of cigarettes you found."
>He sighs and hands it over
>"I wanted to try it at least once" He explains
>I roll down my window and throw it into a still burning bush
>"Just lookin out for you my friend."
>A faint smile erupts on his face
>I point my finger at him as I drive onto the road
>"Don't let it get to your head."
>He's still smiling
>"Feel free to sleep while we drive over to our 'new home'."
>"Alright but....Whats with this Tokarev and Glock?"
>...Great I was going to do that after we get their
>"Jack I picked out some pistols you might like and I thought..."
>"Alright can I just save you time and pick the tokarev?" 
>...Well that was quick and we still had the beretta and yugo....
>"Sure thing, There should be some more magazines for it somewhere underneath the back seat."
>He ducks his head, still holding the pistol in his hand
>"Don't do that."
>His head shoots up
>"Don't do what?"
>I point at the pistol in his hand
>"Ooooooh yeah...Alright fair."
>He tucks it underneath his leather belt
>Did I catch a glimpse of some anime whore on his belt?
>I'm too tired and sad to get mad at this point
>"Get some sleep Jack."
>I look over and his head is already rested on a pillow
>As the hours pass by I feel like I'm drifting in and out of consciousness
>Takio knows exactly where we're going
>Hopefully nobody will be around when we get there.
>I won't count on it considering how luck we are
>Or maybe I should
>All four of us are alive, despite the odds
>I hope it stays that way
>Lightning flashes in the sky as we pull into the massive school complex
>...I didn't cover my shit with a tarp..
>I hold up my radio to the left side of my face and lean in as I press the call button
>"Lets try and make it their before it rains on us."
>I wait through a long pause then I hear Takios reply
>"You stupid cracker, Did you really forget to cover your shit?"
>My eyes roll in the back of my head
>"Cool it with the racial slurs Takio, plus we're almost there. Nothing to worry about."
>Nothing but silence on both our ends, We're winding toward the school through its long entrance road
>God I hope we make it before it rains
>And there it is
>The back side buildings of Clay High
>Home of the blue devils
>Hopefully it'll just be home to their mascots and not actual blue devils
>Nowadays who knows
>I have no fucking idea whats going 
>I turn left on Silkes road, following behind takio
>Jacks tucked in bed, sleeping like a baby
>I am envious about that, being so young he can just fall asleep wherever and whenever
>A little splashes of rain start to trickle
>Lucky me though, Takios popped the hatch and started offloading Darylls illegal machine guns
>Seventeen of them last time I counted
>I slam my brakes as I pull up right next to them 
>I hear Jacks head jolt up as I slam my door, lunging for the stuff in the back
>Daryll in a mad dash is already loading stuff into the Landcruiser
>Its starting to rain even more
>Boxes and boxes, We're about 25% of the way there, Takio is looking around with his rifle in hand
>Ever watchful that little man, dressed in his ww2 uniform
>Bloodstained as it is
>I take sometime to look at Darylls close
>They're blood stained as can be
>And with that I go back to the back and forth mad dash from the brats trunk to the Landcruisers folded seats
>We're almost done, managing to shelter most of the important stuff as it starts to rain as it wanted to
>A Torrential downpour turns dusk into night, Darylls grabbed one of his favorite krinks and slings it over his shouldfrom the pile of guns
>Then the second mad dash begins as he runs towards the rear building with three or four of his machine guns
>I join in, Grabbing another four as I run
>"Get to work LAZY FUCK!" Takio screams at Jack, he too grabs another four and sprints ahead to me
>Jeez he can run
>I look behind and Takios running with another three in tow
>I've almost made it to the door and I lunge out of the way of Jack, who goes out running to get the rest of them in his arms
>Look at him go, Thank God for Jack
>....Did I really think that?
>As I storm into the room I gently lay them on the pile of guns
>God I hope Daryll doesn't get mad at scuffing their fini-
>"Thank fuck I left my collectibles at home!"
>I breathe a sigh of relief as Jack bursts through the room with six of his machine guns
>He starts panting as he lays them on the floor
>Daryll counts them off as Takio comes back from closing the trunk on his SUV
>"Well the gangs all here in one piece, thank God for that!"
>My faked cheerfulness is met with grim mute faces all around
>My face slowly morphs in likeness with theirs
>Yeah guys I know
>But we're at a better location now and I've got a plan.
>Things'll get better soon
>I promise

>After sitting for thirty minutes in soaking wet clothes on the school room carpet I've taken a stand
>"Hey Daryll can you go out and get the clothes I packed away in the Landcruiser?" I ask, tired I motion to the door with my arm
>Letting it plop down my side I lean on the wall with my arm
>Hes breathing calmly, might be the one that has enough energy to do it
>I look over to jack and he's fine as can be, looking at me then his brother then back at me
>I am envious of your endurance Jack, I guess once I quit caffeine for a couple weeks I'll be at your levels
>"Thats a Jack job dude" he says, knife handing at his brother
>"Nah Jacks going to go to kitchen with me to cook up some grub." I point behind me to the entrance to another building
>"Takio has nods, He'll protect you if your scared."
>This causes Darylls upper lip to curl to one side, he pretends to dust off his pants as he gets up
>"Alright alright, thats fair." he replies, then he turns to Jack
>"If you can make the burgers we both like that'll be great little bro."
>My brows raised in muted surprise, I turn to look at Jack whos now smiling with his eyes close, scratching the back of his noggin.
>Wow
>The two are being friendly to each other, no more of that one sided aggression on Darylls part
>I can't believe it
>"Alright Dairy." Jack exclaims
>Dairy?
>Daryll grits his teeth, bearing his teeth as he rubs his face with his right hand
>Is that...Embarrassment?
>"D-don't call me that in front of the bros Jack..." he stammers out, his cheeks are flush 
>"Alright Dairy, lets go get the clothes Dairy." Takio says chuckling gleefully as he gestures to the door with a nod
>Jack is internally fuming, but out he goes clenching his fists shortly follow by Takio who turns to me and cocks his head to the side and gives me a shit eating smirk
>I chuckle for abit and then turn to Jack
>"Dairy?" I ask, furling my brow with a forced smile
>He shrugs hands raised to the air
>"Daryll drank a gallon of milk everyday for years, So I called him Dairy as we grew up together with our foster family."
>"A gallon of milk a day?" I ask, picturing Darylls face stitched onto a steers body
>This causes me to cover my face with my hand as I laugh
>I wave to him with my other hand and then I turn to walk down the hallway
>"Kitchens down this way Jack, come on lets getcha cooking"
>He smiles and nods, his straight slick red hair visible even in the dark room
>"Lets" He replies as he joins me down the hallway
>Gosh I hope he makes alotta burgers tonight
>Jacks gone back into the kitchen room
>I picture it in my minds eye as dingy with slop drenched kitchen appliances
>I rest my arms criss crossed over Princesses gas tube and Receiver cover
>I think about how much I love this rifle of mine as I look around the pitch black cafeteria 
>looking for signs of life
>looking for anything wanting to fight
>looking for anything really
>Nothing
>Thank God for that I mutter as I tilt my head towards the kitchen
>"Is everything alright back there?"
>Theres a delay in Jacks response
>I think I hear him grilling burgers in the background
>"Yeah nope! This is the best kitchen I've ever been in!"
>....What?
>I dont know why I feel so defensive about hearing that
>I mean, My kitchen was pretty good Jack
>Alright I gotta see what this is all about
>"Don't shoot I'm coming back, I want to see this perfect kitchen of yours!" I say with a toothy grin
>What kind of joke is tha-
>Oh wow they renovated since I've gone to school here
>Gleaming stainless steel appliances all around
>I don't think theres a single spot on the floor, even in the dimly lit room I can tell from the turned on lightbulb over Jacks station
>"Wow, y'weren't kidding!" I respond to Jack, looking around the room
>"...Why would I lie about that?" He chuckles in his unintentionally snarky manner
>I shake my hand from side to side 
>"I never know whats truth or jokes from you two, you two are jokers."
>He responds with a grin and a pleasant expression on his face
>"So whats for dinner?" I ask, stretching my neck out to try and get a glimpse of what he's cooking
>"Burgers dumbass" he reples
>I slap my knee and then raise the same hand up to the side of my face
>"Like what kind? Are you making anything else with them?" I clarify
>Theres a pause
>Oh he took the tokarev with him, its sitting to the right next to the plate of burgers.
>"Huh I didn't take you for much of a cook man, They're Smashburgers with onions and potato skins in them." Jack replies, pressing down on one then flipping it
>"They were a depression era burger, the addition of the onions and potato skins were done to make the most out of the meat and smashburgers...."
>He puts that patty to the side in addition with four others
>"And smashburgers refer to how they were made, you roll up a ball of beef and then you flatten it with your spatula while pressing on it with another one."
>Starting another he demonstrates to me, I watch intently as he shows how its done
>"...This also reduces the amount of time needed to cook the burger, you can cook a whole lot of patties this way and thats why it became standard practice in all of the fast food chains in america."
>He flips the same patty, taking a bit longer with this one and finally he sets it with the other finished patties
>"Of course these burgers don't have Polysorbate 80 or other chemicals meant to make you infertile"
>He continues to flip burgers, I knew he was passionate about cooking but I didn't know he was this intense about it
>"Well with how things are burgers may never again have that screwed up shit in them"
>I say this solemnly but a grin emerges on his face
>"That just made my day man, thanks for that." he grins as he adds a sixth patty to the pile
>I give him a two finger salute from my right brow
>"Anytime Jack, You'ra alright guy man."
>He grins and cocks his head back
>"You're just saying that because I'm making you guys burgers." he replies
>I respond with a laugh
>"Nah nah, I just had you chalked up as someone your not."
>I swipe off some of the water droplets on my Marpat gorka
>"Wanna bring those patties out to the other two?" I ask, pointing to the plate full of patties
>"Yeah sure, that'd be great just let me toast some buns before you do." He replies, looking at me then back at the oven
>I look back out to the cafeteria, first the sight of two figures causes me to instinctively lower my safety
>Doing that spooked Jack, he grips his tokarev and gets ready
>"Oh thank God, Its just your bro and Takio"
>Jack breathes a comedic sigh of relief and then goes back to the burgers
>Wow they smell quite tasty
>"Heya Jack, just make three more patties I think two'll be enough for all of us."
>He shakes his head
>"If you say so.."
>Oh shoot I know that Daryll eats mounds
>"Errgh....Make as many as you can, I gotta go talk with the rest of the crew." I wave him goodbye as I walk towards the door to the cafeteria 
>"See ya!" he blurts out as I walk out
>The two are sitting there, from here I can tell its Takio and Daryll
>"Hey how are you two losers doing?" I shout out with my hand raised to greet them
>"I am very happy to now be dry and tired instead of wet and tired" Takio says with a tight lipped grin
>I don't know what to make of that, He doesn't usually joke like that
>I turn away from Takio I look to Daryll "Uh...Alright yeah and how about you Daryll my man?"
>"I'm ready to eat a mound of burgers and go the fuck to sleep."
>Ah well thats typical
>"Yeah well your brother is doing a phenomenal job of it."
>This surprises me quite abit, they both love each other but damn is Daryll harsh on his brother in front of us
>"Yeah he sure is"
>Come to think of it, I don't think I've been with the two as long as this
>They might just act a certain way around me and this is their normal behavior
>Well fucking Orcs and Elves are out on the streets, why am I so surprised?
>"How about you man? How are you doing?"
>Who asked that?
>Daryll asked me that?
>Alright these two might be impostors
>That or my nerves are fried and I'm getting paranoid
>"Ah well all things considered with y'know, my mom being roasted alive, an arrow getting lodged in my thigh and my house being burnt down by sharp eared bastards, I'm doing alright." I turn to the side to look at the kitchen
>"I'll be a whole lot better once I get some burgers and sleep, that'll do the trick."
>I look to Daryll and Takio
>They look quite glum the both of them
>I don't think they are impostors now
>There wasn't anything suspicious about that
>Man its getting late and I need to sleep
>The three of us stay right there in social limbo with nothing to say and only burgers to look forward to
>"Didja set up sleeping bags Takio?" I ask, breaking the ten minute long silence
>"Yeah sure did, for the four of us." He replies with a slight nod and a thumbs up
>"Nice, nice" I reply
>Then its back to the silence for a time
>I hear sobbing and its Daryll?
>"Holy shit whats wrong man?" This shocks me more than anything
>Tears are going down his hand covered face
>"M-man I've been a ass to my brother and..And I am so glad that both of us made it out alive...I can go forward and treat him...Treat him like I should.."
>I go to put my hand on his shoulder and I pat on it
>"Both of you two know that you love each other very much my good friend. He's cooking extra burgers just for you..."
>He nods and rubs the tears away from his face
>"Yeah...Yeah he does that all the time" He says chuckling as I guess he thinks about all the times he had dinner with him
>The kitchen doors swing open, Jack has donned an Italian chefs hat and fakes singing in italian with a mound of burgers on a wide serving platter
>All three of us chuckle at the sight of this
>"Alright alright Jack, just get us our burgers already!" I say, motion him to come over
>He continues to sing in fake italian, but picks up the pace as he soon lays the platter on the floor
>Following it with a graceful bow the three of us clap with gusto
>"You'ra lifesaver Jack!" I yell making an italian sort of hand expression to compliment his delivery
>Daryll slaps the seat beside him "Come, sit with me bro we're eating burgers together." Daryll blurts out
>Jack sits down and we chow through the mounds of burgers
>We chit chat and banter for half an hour, having the time of our lives doing so
>Eventually we get ready to bed, we're all curled up in our sleeping bags on the carpet 
>Something tells me to look up
>And there it is
>Pearly white teeth shining in the dark
>The sight of those sharp boney teeth gleaming in the night startles me, I feel my face contort and I rush to aim my pistol at it
>I see its smile turn into a frown and two hands spring out from the shadow, waving in front of me as if begging me to not harm it
>The thing is all black, shaped like a human with grey coral like antlers protruding from its feminine face
>I've stumbled out of my sleeping bag in a panic, the other three sound asleep
>If it wanted to harm me it wouldn't have smiled at me from the ceiling
>It would've waited longer
>Or
>No, don't expect anything
>I keep my pistol pointed at her
>Whatever she is
>She swoops down from the ceiling and lands onto the floor, standing on her feet
>Quite the gymnast
>I don't even think she made a sound
>The smiling demon thing stands there, I would guess naked but I cannot see her skin in the dark
>Totally camouflaged in the night, Legs crossed in front of me with her left hand holding her rights elbow
>Its nervous?
>Why hasn't she said anything?
>Why hasn't she done anything?
>I dont think it means harm
>I'm not lowering my pistol despite that, She still has her toothy grin stretched on her face
>Long flowing grey hair, honeycomb tulip eyes
>What is she?
>I look at my friends and then her, then towards the cafeteria
>Why is she here?
>"Can you talk?" I ask with a whisper
>She looks puzzled at this
>She can't understand what I am saying
>Well this will be difficult
>I see some drool on the corner of her mouth
>Maybe she was hungry?
>I cusp my hands and then motion a bite to it then motion with my palm open towards her
>I hope she knows what I am asking
>Her eyes light up for a moment, her lips tense up with quick nodding following shortly after that
>I was going to go out later on tonight for some leftovers, Just didn't expect that I'd get to eat them with a girl or...
>Or whatever she is
>I motion for her to follow with my pistol and we both make our way to the cafeteria
>Jack in his infinite graciousness made extra burgers for lunch tomorrow
>I occasionally dart my eyes back to the night girl following me close by keeping a brisk pace
>I think she is trying to get me to hurry up while being conscious enough that I am weary of her
>Trying her best to keep distance
>I would have dropped my guard if she weren't what she looks like
>I am still freaked out by her looks
>Her almost insectoid eyes do not belong on her human like face
>The same goes for her night sky black skin, her coral like antlers and her silver hair
>The pointed teeth are the most ordinary part about her and even then they more belong on a wolf than a human being
>We make our way into the cafeteria kitchen and I go towards refrigerator to produce some burgers for the both of us
>We have enough, I want one and she wants one
>Maybe she'll leave off without doing anything bad to us while we sleep
>Maybe she'll become my friend or something
>That would be nice, she does look nice aside from her monstrous features
>She stands nearby slightly drooling with a massive grin on her face, anticipating to receive her own burger
>I dont think she is a civilized being, she acts like an animal
>I produce four burgers, I put them onto a plate and put them in the microwave for a couple minutes
>Unlike an animal she doesn't lunge for it but instead looks at the burgers twirling in the microwave from a distance
>I rub my face with my free hand
>This silent act is grating
>"So do you have a name or something?"
>She seems startled by my question, She looks at me as if she is trying to tell me she doesn't understand
>My intentions seem to be easily understood by her at the least
>Smart, but can't speak
>"So how are you liking Florida so far? It was kind of a cool place before you assholes showed up."
>On this her grin grows solemn, morphing into a frown
>I think I hear a sniffle or two
>She didn't directly do it
>That wasn't the right thing to say
>"Eh I'm sure you had nothing to do with it."
>I tell her as I open the microwave
>I go ahead and holster my pistol before I make plates for the both of us
>I've got it into my head that she doesn't mean any harm
>At least from what I can tell
>I put three burgers on one plate and the fourth onto mine
>I figured she might be hungry, hovering over my shoulder trying to look at the food
>I shoot up my hand to the side of my face to try and get her to respect my space
>This has the intended result, recoiling with a hurt expression on her face
>"Look, my friends'll tell you that I get snappy when Im rudely awaken, even if its by a cute gi-"
>I rub my brow in and out
>She is perfectly able to understand you dumbass
>She looks shocked at what I just said
>"....Alright well don't let it get to your head, this isn't a date or anything."
>....Why the fuck did I say that?
>I give her the place and she just takes a seat on the counters, criss crossing her legs
>Full view huh?
>Well alright
>I just stand there holding my burger in my hand
>The dim light of the cafeteria is enough for me to see her in more detail
>Whatever she is, she has damn near total black skin, theres lighter vertical streaks stretching along the contours of her body
>I was happy to see that her species does indeed have nipples
>After being at unease with her I've begun to appreciate her
>In more ways than one and some of them not involving her physical traits
>I stand there eating my burger watching her devour her second and reach for her third, She tries to start with the top bun and I raise my hand in objection...
>"No no no, thats not how its done." I hand wave at her as I point to how I have it positioned it in my hands
>Totally paused she watches as I teach her the proper way to hold a burger
>"Three fingers on top, pinky and thumb on the bottom."
>She closes her mouth and adjusts her hands
>I hear her whisper the words that are associated with each part of the action
>Im getting the feeling shes smarter than she might seem
>Finally with her positioned corrected she bites into the burger
>I put my plate in the sink as she starts to finish up with her burger
>She smiles with her eyes squinted from her wide grin, Stretching out her arm she offers me her plate
>I accept it with a smile
>I turn and put it into the sink 
>"You are a pretty cool girl, whoever you are. Come and visit me sometime when the others aren't looking, dont want to freak'em out you know?" I say, turning to face her again
>Shes no longer here
>I look around the kitchen and then I walk out into the hall
>Nothing, not a trace
>I shrug my shoulders
>"I guess the girls a ninja too."
>With a chuckle I pat my now holstered pistol
>"What a wild world we live in." I say, I then go back to my groups room to get back to sleep
>I walk all the way back with a grin almost as wide as hers
>Maybe I'll get to pork her someday
>I dunno
>I curl up in my sleeping bag, the thought of having her as mine lulls me to sleep
>I dream of wheat fields and a cabin, her in a sundress
>Dawn comes and I feel the kiss of sunlight on my eyes
>I rub them and find a coal like dust on the side of my cheek
>I rise and look to a mirror
>Looks like she left me a goodnight kiss
>What a nice thing she is
>My creature of the night
>I hear the yawning of Daryll and the groaning of Jack as they squirm out of their sleeping bags
>Well...Time to get back to the mission
>Surviving the end of the world
>The three bozos I call my friends have woken up as the warm sun rays of Florida pierce through the windows
>The prefab windows still speckled with condensation, the wet carpet reeks from the muddy ash splattered around the entrance
>If we are going to live here for more than a couple months we should consider cleaning that
>But for now we're only going to stay here to get our bearings and figure out where to go next
>I have a feeling that we lucked out with that kind horned night skinned girl being our only visitor for the night
>Daryll has already taken to cleaning his wet machine guns after a bout of profanity
>The muscles on his face were strained out of sheer disgust at the sight of his dirtied arsenal
>The man could care less for clutter in his house, Only food stains, garbage and uncleaned firearms are causes for cleaning
>Jack knows better than to interrupt him
>"Do not bother him for a good four hours, he will not respond and if he does you'll get a wrench to the face."
>Word for word straight from his little brother
>I believe he is speaking from experience
>Takio seems to have returned to his normal, brooding quiet self as he looks out the windows
>The mans doing what he likes, analyzing the situation around him and planning accordingly
>I don't care what Jack is doing
>Unless it involves breakfast, then I really do care
>Still I should check on that zoomer
>Walking over to check up on him I stopped to spot clean my AMD65 on a cafeteria table
>Princess needed it, there was ash coating the trigger assembly
>I can smell and hear that Jack is hard at work in the kitchen cooking up a storm for breakfast
>Gotta say, he's turning out better than I initially thought
>Good for him, glad he wasn't as useless as I believed
>Still
>He needs to learn some pragmatism, his obsession with 'Soul' might get him killed
>I sure don't want anyone here to die
>Its a wonder that none of us have received too much injury
>My leg wound
>Darylls wound across his face
>The loss of all our loved ones
>It could've been worse but it also could've been better
>Sometime passes as I talk with Takio about fortification of this place
>He doesn't think we should stretch out how much area we should guard and that we should instead opt to centralize around the thick brick walled gymnasium
>Fortifying that would be easy, theres only one entrance and there bathrooms there have showers.
>It has enough space to set up a machine gun quite a distance away from the entrance
>And thats about the extent of my take away, I lost interest about three quarters of the way in and started thinking about if I would see that nightskinned girl again
>I keep on thinking about the memes about the Brazilian natives being fucked into extinction by the Portuguese
>Its quite entertaining but distracting
>I shelve these thoughts as I hear Jack holler with all his might
>"BREKKY IS READY!!!"
>The dude has a way with words as we speed walk to eat
>I gotta say, he's out done himself this time
>Bacon and ham omelets, cafeteria sausages with a heavy amount of spice on them, sautéed carrots and brussell sprouts and two pitchers of milk on one table
>I congratulate him for his hardwork, "Quite the presentation Jack, thanks for the meal!" I say as I raise a glass of milk for a toast
>Daryll joins in with a smirk as he gulps his glass down in a rush, Takio does so too with some reservation
>"Can I get a pitcher of OJ Jack?"
>Jack nods, responding with a "Sure thing my man" as he walks to the kitchen to get one for him
>The three of us take a seat and wait for him, Daryll lacks manners but not in totality as he waits with us
>His right leg hopping rapidly up and down
>I can tell that he wants to get back to cleaning his arsenal
>"So hows the progress on cleaning all of those guns Daryll?" Takio asks
>"Well I started with the M1919 and the M2 so I'm still on the M2" he responds
>His eyebrows raise as a slight frown forms on his face
>Takio nods as he frowns with him
>It do be like that
>The day goes by as time flies
>We've migrated to the gymnasium, creating staggered lines with the chairs
>We'll need sandbags to make something more permanent but this'll have to do for now
>Takio is setting up some sort of secluded den or at least attempting to do so
>He's set up long folding tables side by side and setup his sleeping bag underneath it
>This gives me the idea to talk with Daryll about making something more homely around here
>No, thats not necessary
>This isn't our final destination
>Still I am reconsidering our choice in residence
>This isn't exactly the most comfortable place to make camp
>Most defensible? 
>Sure
>But its not convenient, Jack would still have to walk all the way to the kitchen to cook our meals
>This will have to do for now
>We've moved the machine guns into the gymnasium, Darylls gotten half way through cleaning all of his machine guns
>I'm sure he's still focused on them, when he gets into that Zen trance of working with his firearms he only snaps out of it once he's done with
>Its like he becomes and entirely different person
>He's finished with the PKM and now he's working on his UK vz.59
>I look away from him still scrubbing cleaning the surfaces of his machine guns
>I think about how we set our own little domiciles much in the same way that Takio had done
>I spend the rest of my time thinking about whats in store for us
>Of this I am not sure
>But we have decent enough odds
>We survived everything thats hit us so far 
>This however I am unsure of 
>I have a lot of uncertainty in this new world with magic and elves
>Before convergence and after convergence
>Whats in the past is now dead
>On this thought I feel a sense of strength flowing throughout me
>I can be sure of myself thats for sure.
>We ended that day with our area fully set up
>I helped Jack haul in some of the cooking equipment we would need
>There was a spare portable grill tucked away near the ROTC building
>We brought over the fridge 
>The night goes by without incident
>I slept a dreamless sleep refreshed and restored
>I see that Takio and Daryll are still sleeping, with Jacks sleeping bag unoccupied
>I smell that wonderful breakfast hes made for the past days
>Bacon and eggs, crispy treats as tasty as candy
>"Hey Jack! Cook up some more for your brother and I, we're going to scope out our next stop!" I shout out cheerfully
>He chuckles for a bit trying to turn to face me, his focus on his cooking gets the better of him
>"I'm on it bossman!" he says with a hint of sarcasm
>I lazily hand wave his words away and I feel around my sleeping bag for a red bull
>I still need these things for some mornings
>Soon that shouldn't be an issue though, I'm getting out of the habit
>I pop the tab and drink the glorious taurine poisoned drink
>I exhale in approval and then scoot out of the sleeping bag
>It takes me a bit to move out from underneath the table but I manage
>I go to put on the splayed out clothes on the tables top
>Sure they dried out, but the mud and ash stains are still there
>I still put them on and drink down half of the small can of redbull
>I smack my lips for a moment and try to recall the area I picked out those years ago
>It was out west, near Gainesville if I recall correctly
>Its kind of a ways away
>Into unknown territory 
>With just four people
>..
>I know better than that
>..
>Now that I think about it my old highschool zombie apocalypse plans were infantile at best
>Too rigid and certain in things happening as if we were the movie characters
>Now I'll have to think this through
>Who knows whats out there other than bone white orcs, Elves and..
>Theres a lot more out there other than that..
>I hear the zipper on Takio's sleeping bag hastily pulled
>He quickly gets out of his neatly kept abode and puts on his clothes too
>Man once my caffeine addictions solved..
>Getting out of bed without assistance seems nice
>I divert my gaze to the sounds of crackling bacon
>Jack turns, taking the skillet off of the grill
>Its time! 
>"BREKKYS READY!!!" He screams as he starts to make the plates for the four of us
>Daryll sleeping bag moves about wildly as he tries to clamor out of the bag as soon as he can
>Finally managing he walks out in his boxers, that trashy black wifebeater shirt and his flecktarn cap
>I resist the urge to rest my face in the palm of my hand
>Incorrigible as always
>He looks at the three of us and turns out of embarassment to get dressed
>I guess we were the true losers, it appears he squirreled away a pair of navy blue tracksuit pants
>The poof reminds me of parachute pants
>Even in his pajamas he looks like a 80's european terrorist
>Hm
>Based
>I nod away and grab the plate with the second most bacon and eggs
>I'll let Daryll have the most Bacon
>I am a generous "Boss" after all
>We sit around, criss cross apple sauce, as we chow down with the plates in our laps
>I put on the thinking cap and think of somewhere else we should go
>Historical museums, Old ass houses
>Where do we go..
>Daryll nods and thinks of some shit
>"Y'know I recognize this plan of yours" He says, pointing towards me with the table knife in his hand
>Talking with food in your mouth, Daryll I had greater expectations of you
>"You were always talking about this stupid shit with me and yeah, it was fun and all at the time when we were fawkin....Freshmans and shit"
>We were in middle school around that time
>He snaps his fingers twice
>"Oh..That one book you read, Alas Babylon? Man you never shut up about trying to get me to read it."
>"I shake my head slightly
>"You know you would've liked it. Nuclear Armageddon, classic 50's racism, junkie raiders and bunkers"
>Eureka!
>Mount Dora!
>Now thats not that far off and if we can get into that bunker
>It'll be nice 
>We spent the day looting the entire school
>We packed as many supplies as we could in the back of a van
>That was after I decided that I'd leave the Brat behind
>Man that was a rough call on my part, its not good in anyway
>If we were going to do light offroading I'd keep it
>We need to store supplies and that thing can barely drive when I sit in it
>The only thing the brat has over the van is my feelings for it
>Its been the biggest gift ever given to me by my mother, second to the house
>Shes gone now
>I've got other things to remember my parents with
>Sure
>But I'll leave it behind, window rolled down with the keys in the visor
>Maybe some other asshole surviving out here will need it
>I  shelve the thought and sniff my shoulder, this new hoodie has this extremely strong citrus detergent smell clinging to it
>Its fresh so I don't mind
>In the looting we managed to find some everyday clothes that fitted all of us
>Three pairs each, We're good on clothes now
>Its good that we have stuff to change into on our more lax days
>My thoughts drift to that one night skinned girl I met last night
>I'd want her to know where I was heading
>I dont really see any reason not to tell her
>She looked innocent as can be, childishly so even
>I left a map behind, trying to clearly mark where we we are and where we are going
>I grip the steering wheel of the new vehicle I'm driving
>Jack twirls his thumbs as he looks out the car door window
>His eyes occasionally dart my way as if to ask "When are you going to get a move on?"
 >I didn't draw the short end of the stick by any means
>Takio is driving with Daryll
>I can't even imagine his frustration
>He left ahead of us ten minutes ago to get a "Head start"
>In truth I think that was an excuse to spend less time trying to avoid conversation with Daryll
>I shake my head and then sigh
>Well I sure would miss her if I dont see her again
>I shift into reverse, wheel out of the parking spot 
>The stuff in the back jolts in place, but stays secured
>I then drive out of the parking lot, only slowing down enough to prevent damage to both of our spines
>Jack looks pissed off at my sudden act
>"What the fuck was that about?"
>My respect for him has improved greatly, so I don't tell him to shut the fuck up for asking that
>I wait for a bit
>"I got lost in thought, I realized that Takio and your brother are ten minutes ahead of us."
>I grip the steering wheel, keeping my eyes off of the road and off of Jack
>"It took you long enough"
>I know
>I nod twice then motion to the Stereo system
>"If you want to play something play it Jack, You're the copilot after all."
>I glance over to see him smirk as he pulls out his phone
>"I've got just the thing we need man"
>He fumbles around with the tangled cord for abit, unwinding it as if it were tangled fishing wire
>Then he plugs in his ruggedized phone and plays this
>(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SnfIWkTFaqA)
>Ah this is...
>This is kino...
>The more I find out about Jack the more I like him
>Impeccable taste in music, good in the kitchen
>Abit of a sperg, obsessed with anime and slavshit
>But man, does he cook
>And he sure knows whats needed during a car ride in the wasteland
>Wasteland?
>Well I guess thats what I should call my dear Florida
>We're in the apocalypse and these dilapidated towns with jungles wrapped around them can be called a wasteland
>Of sorts
>"Now this is the song Cuckoo yeah? Do you know what Kino is referring to in this song?"
>In my peripheral vision I see him shake his head
>"Quite alot of russian history infact, I'll tell you about it one day, but he asks the cuckoo to count time.."
>I turn off and see Takio and Darylls SUV speeding through a cloud of lovebugs
>Weird, I haven't seen a cloud of them like that ever in my life
>"...Well it refers to a russian superstition that the repetitive call of the cuckoo tells one how many years he has left to live..."
>"Maybe the ones here will tell us, roll down your window and ask them" 

>Jack pauses for a moment as he puts his finger on the switch
>"Nah, the A/C is nice and cool. I'd rather not get hot"
>Well suit yourself, It was just another one of my weird jokes anyway
>Kino reverberates through the van as Jack sips a carton of OJ through a plastic straw
>He stops inbetween to rejoin me in staring down the road
>Sometimes on long stretches of road I can see Takio's SUV through the twists and turns of Floridas backroads
>Eventually Kino stops and Jack begins to look out to the side
>"Heya dude, I didn't know lovebugs ate roadkill."
>....
>What?
>"Jack is that a joke? Lovebugs don't eat roadkill they eat....Leaves and shit."
>He taps on the glass
>"Nope, theres a whole swarm of them gnawing on a deer:
>I go to look but we've long since passed it
>Man sometimes I'm retarded
>The outlandishness of something like that is something I better get used to
>My shitty baufeng sounds off with Takios voice
>"Lexuschads to Vanbros, those lovebugs aren't so nice and innocent anymore. Daryll saw a swarm of them eat an entire cow alive, you'll see its corpse in the middle of the road on the next turn Over."
>What in the fuu....
>Takio is playing Basshunter, but I made out the message
>Or at least I think I did
>Alright better respond, what the shit is going on here
>"Vanbro Numero Uno here, Can you repeat that over?"
>"Bugs are eating cows Vanbro, Bugs are eating cows over"
>The sound of Basshunters "I can walk on water" stops screeching through my radios small speaker
>I heard him loud and clear both times
>Then I see the cow being munched on
>Piles of bloated bugs with bursted thoraxes are being smushed by the dying, stumbling black angus cow
>Red blood pooling down on it as a thick swarm of those damned bugs chew through its flesh
>The sight is unsettling, I slow down and swerve around it and some of the hatebugs land on my window with an audible and blood red splat
>I turn on the windshield wipers and pull the lever to spray the windshield with fluid
>The fucking things are...trying to chew the glass
>I push up the lever to maximum as Jack stiffens his relaxed posture at this 
>"Are they....Are they gnawing through the glass?" He asks, his concern apparent in his unsettled voice
>"Yeah they sure are Jack" I respond, ending in a nonchalant sigh
>The sound grows less and less apparent with every swift motion of the windshield wipers
>Finally after a half minute I can't hear anymore gnawing on the glass and I push the lever down to halt the wipers
>I reach over to my baufeng to tell the two upfront about the good news
>"Lexuschads, be advised those mutant bugs can chew through glass Over"
>Theres a pause and then I hear Takio activate his comms, he must've shut off the music to try and listen
>"Can you repeat that Vanbro numba one? Sounds like you said those bugs could chew through glass over"
>I look to the side out of mild frustration
>"Affirmative Lexuschads, those things can chew through glass over"
>I release my finger off of the transmit button and look at a small, tiny pool of blood mixed with green washer fluid trickling from the middle of the windshield
>This worlds just chockfull of surprises now
>I look to the clouds ahead off us as we reach a clearing
>We're almost there and it looks like theres huge cumulonimbus clouds on the horizon
>.....Come to think of it, we're in hurricane season aren't we?
>I remember there was a potential cat 5 coming our way and everything
>The channel six Anchor man called it a potential "Storm of the century" last I remembered
>The storms are cyclical, the intervals between them are decreasing
>Shoot we might not even have a couple of days before it makes landfall
>Where we're going to hole up it won't matter
>I read somewhere its builders claimed it could take a direct strike from a half megaton bomb
>we'll be alright
>I hope
>We've entered the city limits of Mt.Dora
>I sigh for what feels like half a minute
>This is going to take some explaining
>I activate the comms on my shitty chinesium radio and then begin to lay out the plan
>"Alright so what I am about to tell you is a little family secret of mine." I pause for a moment, I look over my shoulder and see I've gained some of Jacks attention
>"The Mt.Dora 'Catacombs' has stayed out of the prying eyes of the public ever since it went up for sale. Aside from faked videos of its apparent run down condition and a fabricated story of staying up for auction its location has stayed hidden." I pause again licking my lips
>"However, my father was a contractor for the US Navy and got to work on its conversion to rnd lab for geophonic technologies. It only had two, maybe three guards stationed there if any and maybe three or four nerds permanently housed there due to the sensitive nature of the equipment."
>"Geophony?" Jack asks after I pause to lick my lips
>I raise my eyebrows and nod in his direction, hopefully he'll register that as approval for his question
>"Geophony refers to sounds occurring in nature. Wind, water, ground....That type of stuff. Apparently the research had been going on since the 40's but it's received so little damn funding it only got enough cash for a new lab in the 90's. 
>"Anyway, I'll tell you more about it. Takio there should be an Orange grove to our left in about three miles, you'll take a left into the drive through and drive right down to the utility shed. If its open, there should be two guards inside. If not, then its their day off..."
>There's a long audible pause
>The only thing sounds are of the road and the infrequent but regularly occurring splash of rain on the cracked glass of the windshield 
>"Is that it Vanbro? Your supposed to say over after everytime you talk retard Over."
>"Fuck you Takio, gargle on these nuts Over" I say with a chuckle and a smirk
>Looks like we're back to our regular discord server banter
>This time its Daryll talking over the radio
>"Gee wilikers man, I sure wish my dad worked at nintendo!...Over!"
>Each and every word Daryll spoke echoed with the intent of fucking with me
>Enough of this nonsense
>We're in a serious situation
>I shake my head then turn on my left blinker to signal we're supposed to turn soon"We can joke around when we're in the bunker. Takio we're coming up to it now, get ready to take a left. Over." 
>The blinker on Takios Lexus flashes on the left and he starts to turn when the sky darkens
>Glowing in myriad of colors, darkened stormy clouds gather with haste
>The largest cumulonimbus clouds I've ever seen
>Thats no hurricane
>Lightning strikes and a rumbling groan shrieks throughout the earth as if the world around us was viscerally reacting against whats about to happen
>"Takio speed the fuck down to the shed at the end of this road, slam on the gas pedal. I have no idea what the fuck that was but I don't like it...."
>Jack points to the sky as we barrel down the dirt road toward the shed off in the distance
>"Aurora borealis? This close to the equator? At this time of year?"
>Fuck you, you autistic sperg
>"Yes and you saw it, now shut the fuck up and get ready to bail at a moments notice into the shed. The guards might open fire on us if their there."
>Jack cocks back his Tokarev, sticking it in his belt and shoulders his Syrian bullpup clone
>"Got it."
>I'm too focused to give a shit, we're almost there yet this extreme feeling of unease isn't going away
>Its only getting worse
>God I hope we make it in time