*Continuation from Chapter 1*
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Vanoss: We should tell, like, scary stories.
Miniladd: *sits on Vanoss' chair that makes him look shadowy*
Group: *laughs hard*
Miniladd: *in a low and raspy voice* Welcome to my corner. How may I serve you today?
Wildcat: Tell as a scary story, big-nosed Italian man!
Miniladd: My name is Mario. I am 57 year-old, ex-plumber. I don't really know where I am, but I will tell you a story. For a trade of one milk & a half-eaten hotdog.
Miniladd: *still in a low & raspy voice* Once there was a man, his name was Pablo. Pablo was not a very good man... He liked to... have sex with small children.
Sark: *gasps*
Wildcat: Jesus Christ!
Miniladd: *laughing hard* That went far too f*cking dark. Can I start again?
Miniladd: My voice changes when I get in the chair. *voice returns to normal* I'm back to here then I sit back in the chair then I turn into Pablo. *voice returns low & raspy again*
Wildcat: *while laughing* You turn into Pablo?!
The group then gathers in the middle of the room to have a meeting.
Wildcat: Alright boys. Been three months since the zombie apocalypse started.
Vanoss: Three months? It's been like, two days.
Sark: *laughs*
Wildcat: It's felt longer, alright? Look at the living conditions I'm on, right? I got a bloody bed.
Vanoss: Dude, how the hell did you get all these military equipment and grenades...?
Wildcat: Hey, hey, hey. You don't worry about that, ok? Just... Look at this. I got blood all over my bed. And Sark has been f*ckin' pickin' us dry over there, with his little store scam he's got going on where he sells his jars of mayonaise.
Vanoss: You stole my mug!
Sark: It ain't a crime if you don't get caught. I'll sell it back to you, though?
Wildcat: Don't f*ckin' worry about that sh*t
Vanoss: *laughs*
Wildcat: But I've got two left boots.
Vanoss: Hey! Me too!
Wildcat: I need a right one. I'm sick of it.
Vanoss: Listen, I heard there's an outpost, about 700 miles to the west. They have tons, of right boots.
W, S & M: *laughs*
W-Wildcat
S-Sark
M-Miniladd
Vanoss: We must make it there in time, before they're all gone!
Wildcat: There's loads of people, seeking refuge for right boots!
Vanoss: As long as we get there before Black Friday.
Sark: I'm down! Let's do it! Let's make this trip!
Vanoss: We're gonna get those right boots. You got that?
Wildcat: Yeah!
Sark: Let's do it!
Vanoss: But after a good night sleep
Miniladd: *yawning* Alright, good night guys, see you in the morning.
Sark: *snoring and sleep-talking* So many bargains! Much value! Everything's so cheap!
Miniladd: I can't get f*ckin' comfortable, this mattress is so horrible.
Wildcat: Mario! Stop making so much noise, just get to sleep!
Vanoss: *sleeping with a bomb and eyes opened* Always be prepared.
W, S, & M: *laughing*
Vanoss; You gotta train yourself to sleep with your eyes open. You gotta be prepared, boys, during the zombie apocalypse. This is a C4. This has a 2-mile blast radius. I'm ready for this sh*t
Sark: *laughs*
Wildcat: Two-two f*ckin' miles?!
Vanoss: *laughs*
Miniladd: If the zombie walks up, we're all gonna get f*cking killed.
Vanoss: Listen!
Sark: Are you having trouble sleeping, Luigi? (Vanoss)
Vanoss: I am sleeping. I just trained myself to sleep with my eyes opened
*short static noise*
Vanoss: What was that? I heard a beeping sound...
*explosion*
Vanoss: JESUS CHRIST! OH NO, WE GOTTA GO, WE GOTTA GO, WE GOTTA GO.
Sark was knocked out by the explosion and the others try to wake him up.
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End Of Chapter 2