Rabid

[Blaiiine]

After a few minutes, they reached the turn in the road. A sign, with a woodpecker mascot, welcomed the to San Gabriel. "Turn here, then stop at the end of the road," Blaine said to Holly, pulling his jacket on and grabbing his bat. "Alright everyone, get ready. We're gonna clear the building, bring the supplies in and lock it up." He said, watching the road.


Tyler pulled his hoodie on and checked the gun, turning the safety off. Grabbing his backpack, he waited for the truck to stop. "Hope that fat prick kept the cupboards stocked." Tyler said to Blaine, who laughed in return and replied, "Dude, I bet he has a helluva load of snack cakes."

[cuzyeahboi]

She turned and eventually stopped at a place only rich pricks would even buy.

[Blue Fox]

"'Snack cakes,'" Alan repeated. "Great. So we can all get fat and share a box of chocolate-flavored Diabetes. Man, I can't live off that crap," he protested.

[Blaiiine]

"His father hunted. If he doesn't have meat stored, we can hunt deer." Tyler replied, climbing out of the truck. The "cabin" was more of a vacation home, two stories and a garage. "Dude, if I had to ride out the apocalypse, it'd be here." He said, tying his bat to his backpack.


Blaine was already around back, kicking in the back gate. Two bodies, burnt to a crisp, were laying by the back porch. A infected, slightly overweight canine was standing nearby. His head was twitching violently and he sputtered growls.


"Oh buddy, you dooo not look good. Why don't you let me help you with that," Blaine said, readying his bat. The canine quickly spun around and bared its teeth, growling loudly and running at him.


Blaine lifted his leg and drove his boot into the rottweilers' neck, making a loud snap. "Superkick party!" He yelled before driving his bat down into it's head. He took a deep breath and moved nonchalantly to the back door.


Tyler was inside first, using the front door. The inside was cozy, not lavish excluding the high dollar electronics. Power was still on, Tyler feeling a gentle breeze from the air conditioning.

[Blue Fox]

"Guns and food," Alan grinned. "Real meat. Now that's what I like to hear!"

Alan had heard Blaine's commotion he was causing with an infected, but he sounded like he had it under control.

Meanwhile, he sniffed the air to get a better sense of what that tasty meaty smell was, wafting through the air. Was the guy having a barbeque or something?

He gripped his pipe and headed through the Blaine-crippled gate and covered his mouth as he felt the bile start to rise in his throat.

He turned back through the gate and rounded the corner to the front. He leaned against the wooden paneling of the cabin's exterior, panting and choking down his disgust with what he'd seen.

"People! Singed people! What the hell?? Why are they singed??"

[Blaiiine]

Blaine came around the corner, bat over shoulder. "It's the only way to keep the virus from spreading." He said quietly, moving to the front door. He walked inside, leaning his bat against the wall and tossing his jacket beside it.


Tyler was out of sight, changing clothes in one of the bathrooms. Blaine took his boots off and walked around the vacation home, looking around and occasionally stopping to examine something. Stopping at a table covered in framed photos, he noticed one of importance. The canine from the backyard and who he presumed to be his parents, who he also assumed to be the two burnt bodies out back.


Quickly slamming the photo down, Blaine looked up to see Tyler coming out of the room's bathroom.


"Oh hey, dude." Tyler said, having changed into a black Ramones shirt and black skinny jeans. "Nothing much, the yard is clear. I wouldn't let David go out there though," Blaine replied, lighting a cigarette, "Once everyone gets inside, we can lock the place down and decompress or whatever."


Tyler nodded, walking with Blaine back to the living room. "So, you feeling better now?" Tyler asked him, trying to not bring up the violence his friend was laying down. "Yeah, I'm just...dude, this is some crazy sh*t." Blaine replied, sounding tired and rundown. Tyler just pat him on the back in return, worrying about the sanity of his best friend.

[cuzyeahboi]

"Indeed Blaine" Holly and Kai spoke in Union, David followed

[Blue Fox]

Alan made his way inside with the others and locked the door behind him, then made his way to the spacious kitchen.

He hadn't eaten since breakfast, and all the running around he was doing was working up quite an appetite.

The walls - where there wasn't an animal's skin, dusty rifle, or hunting photo - were covered in alternating rows of cabinets and racks of cooking equipment. The dark colors in the room would have made it feel warm, even if there was no fire. Several floodlights beamed down from the ceiling and illuminated the room nicely.

Alan smiled. He was surprised how at home he was feeling there in the cabin, even though he'd never been there in his life.

Flipping through the cabinets, it didn't take him long to find a sealed bag of what he presumed to be homemade jerky. He ripped into it and started greedily downing several strips at once. He pulled out a bar stool, moved it over to the doorway, then plopped down on it while he listened to the others chat.

[Blaiiine]

Tyler made his way into the kitchen briefly, grabbing a bottle from the fridge. He stopped, twisting the metal cap off and tossing it in the trash. "Hey dude, feel free to come in the living room." He said to Alan before walking back to the front of the cabin.


Tyler sat down on the large, L shaped couch and sighed loudly. He felt almost comfortable, like nothing was happening outside, as he stretched out.


Blaine stood nearby, in front of the large entertainment center. Flipping through movies, he stopped at a older action movie. He popped the disc into the closest DVD player, turned the flat screen on and flopped down on the couch.

[Blue Fox]

Alan watched Blaine pass by and watched as he made himself at home in the living room.

Shrugging, he moved the stool back to the island counter and sunk into a fluffy chair across from Blaine, picking up where he left off with the bag of jerky.

The T.V. flicked to life and a familiar theme song sounded a tinny echo through the cabin.

He let his head rest back against the seat as he sunk deeper into comfort.

He let out a deep sigh.
This was nice... no Rabids... no running... no killing.

When will things be normal again? He wondered.

[cuzyeahboi]

Kai went to stand next to Tyler out front. "Shitty world, huh?" Holly went to he couch and sat on the other side, falling asleep quick.

[Blaiiine]

"That would be a understatement to say the least," Tyler replied, taking a cigarette out. He ruffled his hair back, still wet from quickly cleaning it, and took out his flip lighter. "So. David, huh?" Tyler asked, looking off at the city in the distance.




Blaine was inside, passed out a few seats away from Holly. He snored, occasionally mumbling something and rolling over.

[cuzyeahboi]

"Yeah, David... Nice guy once you meet him"


Holly stirred and her eyes opened wide. David was on the couch asleep as well, His jacket pulled over one spot on his arm. She pulled it back a little. A bite mark. In seconds her knife was out. "Do it Holly, before sis sees..."

[Blaiiine]

"Seems quiet, but then again.." Tyler replied, gesturing to the burning city. He took another drag as rain started sprinkling down.


Blaine snorted and woke up for a moment, seeing the bite on David's arm and Holly with her knife. Staring at her, he whispered, "Do what needs to be done." He then, pretended to nod back off.

[cuzyeahboi]

A tear fell from Holly's chin as she stabbed David in the neck over and over, he was already dead but she continued. Her arm moving up and down. Up and down. Up and down. David hadn't even screamed. Kai sighed, watching the fires dance. She looked up, glad the rain shared her emotions.