"F&*$K!" Jeremy said as Michael won first place in Mario Kart. AGAIN.

"Jesus, you suck at this Jer," I reply as Michael holds his head high with pride.

Ever since I stopped dating Jeremy, I realized, we're WAYYYY better off as friends. It never would have worked as a relationship. I became really close with him and Michael, so now we're best friends! It's a nice little theatre trio! (I personally cultured them on all of the latest musicals.) We're at Jeremy's house right now playing video games.

"Pff- Shut up Chrissy!"

Jer said, as he throws a pillow at me. Noticing this, Michael and I stood up and screamed in unison,

"SHUT UP HEATHER!" I pushed Michael onto the bean bag he was sitting on, and riffed,         "STEP INTO MY CAAAAANDY STOOOOOOORE!!! OO-WOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Meanwhile, Micha and Jer are obligated to stand up and do the candy store choreography while singing along as Heather Duke and Macnamara. I love these little moments we have together!

" BZZZZZZT" All of our phones rang, //It was supposed to sound like an AMBER alert. The alert said "A 5'6 MALE WAS BITTEN NEAR YUNITA AVE. BY A DEER, THIS IS THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE. STAY IN YOUR HOMES." I looked up from my cell to see Jeremy and Michael looking out of the window to look at Jeremy's dad stepping out of the house. Coincidentally, Jeremy lives on Yunita Avenue.

"S*#*!S*#*!S*#*!S*#*!S*#*!S*#*!S*#*!S*#*!" Jeremy cursed as he ran downstairs and out the front door.

He stops.

"D-Dad?"

I stand on my tippy-toes above Jeremy's shoulders to see Mr.Heere has already been bitten. He falls onto his knees as he sees his father walking away from the house, slouched, and with a red bite mark with yellow oozing from the mark. "JEREMY STAND UP. JEREMY!" I scream while I shake him. He's motionless and in shock. So, I drag him by his blue sweater and close the red wooden door behind us. I leave Jeremy alone to process what had just happened, and I run upstairs to get Michael.

"Mic-"

It seems he's already prepared. He has camouflage pants on and his hoodie around his waist and has a black shirt on. He's grabbed bottles of water in a backpack and he has clothes ready for me and Jer.

"Put these on." He throws some Grey pants and a purple T-Shirt at me.

We hear some footsteps coming up the stairs, and a shooken Jeremy with red eyes appears near the doorway of his room. Michael throws the clothes and goes to another room to change. I head towards the bathroom to do the same. This is so weird, I think to myself. Yeah, the 'zombie apocalypse,' but Michael is SUPER prepared, Jeremy is silent, and well, they're just so... serious about this! Yeah I know, ZOMBIES! and, "ahhhh" terror, and all that but, First the SQUIPs, and now this? It seems, surreal... I finished changing and went into Jeremy's room where they were both waiting.

"We need to make a base, where we can stay," Michael said, Looking over his shoulder as he packs a bag of bandages and flu masks.

Jeremy and I both start to think about where we can survive until this whole thing has blown over.

"Hey, doesn't Rich's house have a bunker?" I say as Jeremy and Michael look over at me with a sense of hope.

"Oh Yeah! I remember! We had a SQUIP squad slumber party!" Jeremy said as Michael continued to scramble for items.

"Let's head over there then," Michael replied.

We head out of the front door with weapons. I grabbed a baseball bat that Mr.Heere had in his room. Jeremy had a metal pipe, and Michael had a Katana that he got online a while back.
I always found it weird that Jeremy and Michael lived on Yunita Avenue, since in Shrek the Musical, there's a part where Shrek sings, "Will someone please send me a sign," and then Donkey says, "Look,  A sign! Yunita Pal Avenue! Straight ahead!" Which is a name pun, I mean, I think it's funny. We walk while attacking "zombies" back-to-back. but it's pretty quiet, so I try to spark up a conversation. "So, how do you guys think the outburst was caused?"

Jeremy was about to speak, but Michael spoke first.

"I think it was the deer disease that did it. I heard that there was a disease that was being passed around deer that was similar to a zombie disease, but, we don't really know for sure, in fact, we don't even know what the disease does to people. There's no cure for that disease, so killing is the only option."

"Wow, Micha, you've had a lot of time to think about this huh?" Jeremy said in response to Michael's theory.

"Heh, yeah," Michael smirked, finally some sign of happiness from him.

I realize something slowly.

"Guys?" I say in fear. "We've been walking, with our backs against each other's for about, *looks at watch* 2 hours and thirty minutes,  and no zombies have tried to kill us yet."

We all put our weapons higher and stand guard, looking around for the sign of something living, or un-living. Michael looks up and points his Katana at the window of a two-story house.

"Chloe?"

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