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“When the world goes to shit that won’t exist you moron!” Thomas screamed in a desperate attempt to pull Steph through the doorway. “Let go of me, asshole! I’m almost done!” Steph cried as she writhed free from Thomas’ grasp, her other hand clutching the cell phone poised above her head. In my fourteen years of life, I had never seen something so incredibly idiotic. Steph was moments from being torn limb from limb by a horde of the undead, and yet she remained unfazed. It was almost suicide. “What do you guys think, lo-fi or vign—GLEUUUAAAGGGHHHH!!” she shrieked in agony as one of our former classmates wrestled her to the ground, mercilessly tearing her throat apart with his yellowed incisors as the rest of the horde quickly joined him. “Thomas! Shut the door!” Jack yelled as Thomas stood staring at the atrocity before him, paralyzed with fear. “NOW DAMMIT!” I too stood dumbfounded as Jack shoved Thomas out of the doorway and slammed the steel door shut, the living corpses of the Colonia Jr. High Class of 2019 violently banging against it. Thankfully Eddie had the intelligence to search for something to secure the door, and found a short chain in a nearby supply closet. As Steph’s bloodcurdling screams filled the air, Jack struggled to hold the door shut while Eddie wrapped and tied the chain around the door handles. Probably the only useful thing he ever did in his life. Loser. “Holy shit, that was intense,” Eddie said as he slumped down against the library wall, his trembling hand producing a disposable lighter and loosely-wrapped joint from a pocket within his weathered grey hoodie. “Normally I’d offer some to you fools, but after that PTSD shit, I’m gonna need all of this. Sorry.” “You’ve got to be kidding me. We just witnessed Steph get EATEN ALIVE and you’re getting HIGH!?” I screamed in his face, almost as shocked as I was just seconds before he’d spoken. “Alright, first off, I think we should all just calm down,” Eddie replied. “Yes, Steph died, and that sucks. A lot. And trust me, I don’t like things that suck. But on the bright side, she died doing what she loved, right? That’s not so bad. Second, you’re not my fucking mom, and the Man says this stuff’s kosher now. So back off, bitch.” I couldn’t stand to hear another word. I stomped towards him, rage overwhelming me with every step. As he looked up at me with that shit-eating grin of his there was not a rational thought in my mind. Just as he began to light the joint the toe of my boot connected swiftly with the left side of his scrawny chin, knocking both the marijuana cigarette and the lighter from his hands. “Auuuugggghhhhhh!! You bitch!” Eddie exclaimed as he clutched his chin while blood began to drip through his slender fingers. I smiled smugly as he looked up at me, wincing like a dog that had just been smacked for chewing furniture. “Oops, I meant to kick the joint,” I replied. “My bad I guess.” “I SWEAR TO GOD I’LL KILL YOU!” he screamed as he leapt up from against the wall, his outstretched arms poised to strangle me. “No way buddy,” Jack grunted as he threw the gnarliest sucker punch I had ever seen right into Eddie’s left temple, knocking him out cold. “I don’t care who ya are, that ain’t cool. Ever.” “Wow, this really got outta hand fast… I guess you see people for who they really are once everything goes to Hell. Jack, I appreciate the help, but now what’re we gonna do with him?” I inquired. “Do we just leave the prick here to fend off the undead by himself, or carry his dead weight with us and risk him waking up even angrier than before and acting out again?” CHOOSE EDDIE’S FATE:
LEAVE HIM
CARRY HIM