"RUN!! DON'T YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT THE CANDY, DAVID!" Darren yelled as he sprinted off away from the horde of zombies coming their way.
"SH— THEY'RE TOO CLOSE!" Dave shouted back, taking off running as well, dropping the handful of candy he was holding. Shouting wasn't the best decision, since other zombies that were in the area were alerted.
"STOP SHOUTING, DAVID. JUST KEEP RUNNING!" Darren yelled back at last, running at full speed now, Dave catching up as they kept going.
Finally, making a turn to another street, it was empty. Thank god.
As they turned, Darren spotted a dark blue van only a few feet away.
Darren started running towards that, but the van started moving in zigzags before he could reach it. Without giving it a second thought, he yelled, "Hey!! Wait up!" Darren called out, hoping his voice reached the people in the van.
"Please wait!!" Dave yelled from behind aswell, catching up to Darren at his side as he waved both arms hoping to be noticed.
The van eventually came to an abrupt stop, giving Darren a break, as he stopped running, standing in the middle of the road, hands on his knees as he caught his breath.
As for Dave, he was more worn out, collapsing on the ground, sitting and leaning back on his arms while panting.
Slowly, the van door opened, and exited a pretty tall, male figure.
Ginger hair, sage green eyes and somewhat tan skin. He wore a plain denim blue, collared shirt. And, well, jeans.
He towered over them as he approached cautiously. The ginger held a. . broomstick?
"Oi, what're you lads doing out here?" Asked the ginger in a pretty thick British accent.
"We uh.. We're.." Dave stuttered, struggling to give an excuse.
"Wait, Eli!" called out a female voice, trying to walk fast towards the ginger.
Darren, hearing the voice, immediately got up. Dave was a bit slow, but once Dave saw her face, immediately got up.
"Perry?!?!" Dave yelled, running to Perry, who unfortunately could only walk so fast.
When Dave got close enough, he, without a second thought, hugged Perry.
"Dave.." Perry muttered quietly, smiling slightly. Her arm went around him, before pulling back.
Despite Darren calmly walking up to them, his expression spoke something words didn't. He missed his older sister— it was obvious.
Darren took a few steps closer, now smiling as well. He, if I do say, rudely pushed away Dave and hugged Perry too.
"..Perry."
"Darren.." Perry replied softly. As she pulled away, Darren noticed the crowd of people behind her. Ok, perhaps crowd is a strong word.
"Who… are they?" Darren asked, glancing behind Perry.
Perry turned around, and then turned back to her brothers. "Them? They're… my friends."
"All… of them? Even the blue haired dude?" Dave asked, looking over at Maverick, who was crouched down over a zombie body, poking it.
"Y—... Yeah, all of them." Perry replied, now unsure.
11:17PM
The area of Seoul they were currently located at had barely any zombies around, working in their favour as a space to relax for a bit.
Perry and the twins were getting to catch up. Dave and Darren were introduced to the group and everyone got along… Well, except Waylen and Dave. They were a bit of a… say, messy duo.
"You got no reason to need specifically MY red socks, you gangster!" Dave yelled, circling the van, running from Waylen.
"Come back here! Red socks look better on me, okay? I need them! Give it up already!" Waylen replied, chasing after Dave.
"Hey now, a little reminder that they're MY socks? I have a right to keep 'em on my feet, not yours."
Darren and Perry were inside the van, talking and catching up. Eli and Rexine were on the roof of the van, sitting while Rexine was teaching Eli how to play a game.
Maverick and Axelle were… arguing about who was worse.
"No way! Waylen is a stuck up buddy boy who's spoiled as hell." Axelle crossed her arms, glaring at Maverick.
Maverick raised an eyebrow. "Oh really now? Has he ever dragged you by the ear to a literature club while you were half asleep? I didn't think so."
Axelle opened her mouth, then closed it.
"No way did Rexine do that. I'll need the proof." Axelle sassily leaned forward, smiling smugly. That was, before;
"Oh, Honey, hell yeah I did that. Maverick barely knows the difference between their and they're, you're and your." Rexine yelled to her, exposing Maverick.
"Hey! That is a big fat lie!" Maverick defended, shouting back at Rexine and pointing at her.
Meanwhile, Ruby and Christian were talking near the van, Christian leaning against it.
"So.. that makes the two of us?" Christian asked.
"Yeah, except I don't hate a brown haired, blue eyed beautiful badass." Ruby said, glancing over at Perry who was inside the vehicle.
Christian rolled his eyes. "She's easy to hate if you really put your mind to it, you know."
"And guess what, Christian? She's easy to love if you really think about it with your brain and not your—"
Christian scoffed and cut her off. "Yeah, okay, blondie. She's easier to hate than love. Infact, she's too hard to love. Just hate her."
"Yeah okay, piece of advice, you can't just hate on her because she's annoying. Typically, when YOU'REthe one that started all of this enemy stuff!" Ruby sighed, jabbing her finger on Christians forehead.
"No way! Give that shit back! It's mine, bastard!!" Waylen yelled at Dave who stole his glasses that always rested on his head. Waylen started— no, more like kept, chasing after Dave.
"Stop coming after my goddamn red socks then, jerk! It cannot and I mean, cannot be the biggest concern you have in the middle of a god forsaken zombie apocalypse!" Dave yelled, before he stopped running.
Turning to Waylen, he threw his glasses back at him and stuck out his tongue. Waylen flipped him off and placed the glasses back on his head where they belonged.
"Oi mate, would ya keep your bloody voices down?! We're tryna keep a low profile here!" Eli yelled down to the two, Waylen and Dave who were now arguing.. about something else.
"Hah, low profile my foot! He's the definition of attention seeking and center of attention!" Dave answered, implying Waylen and his fiery personality.
"Shut your goddamn mouth will you!!" Waylen hissed, attacking Dave. I can't say it was a pretty sight.