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Chapter 8
Triple's POV
I opened my can of food for breakfast the next day and started eating. When I was done, I started peeling off the label, just out of curiosity. There was another label underneath that: Power Pup dog food.
"Christ." I muttered, moving all the cans of that variety (beef hotpot or something) to the other side of the cupboard. "Guys, we've been eating dog food," I yelled, as the guys were in different rooms. "We've officially hit rock bottom."
"Are you serious, Triple?" Kobra yelled back.
"Serious as a heart attack."
"Oh my god."
Gerard's POV
"We need to get stuff, who's coming with me?"
"I will!" Triple yelled.
"No, you stay here,"
"What?!"
"You need to stay here. Things are getting worse, and you're better off in here."
"In case you fucking forgot-"
"Language!"
"- I'm the one that's SURVIVED out there! I know what I'm doing."
"Triple, just stay here, okay?" She sighed and cussed under her breath. I grabbed my mask and gun, Frank and Ray doing the same. Mikey nodded to me and we left.
Mikey's POV
About an hour after the guys left, I heard a vehicle pull up outside. I stood up and looked out the window to see a white motorbike outside. “Shit!” Grabbing my gun, I went into the kitchen and tapped Triple. “Get your gun,” I whispered. “There’s a drac outside.” She nodded and followed me back out to the sort-of living room. The bike was still there, but the drac was gone. “Fuck! Where did he go?” I muttered.
“Here.” I turned round to see the drac holding Triple in a headlock, her own gun pointed at her temple.
“What the fuck? She’s just a kid, let her go!”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, MICHAEL.”
“Son of a bitch! Just let her go, dammit.”
“Of course. Just not right now.” He dragged her out and put her on the bike, climbing on in front of her. “If you want dear Gracie back, you’ll have to come get her. And Michael? Bring your friends.” With that, he drove away. I swore loudly and went back inside. Grabbing a piece of paper and a pen, I scribbled a note. ‘They got Triple. I’ll have the radio phone with me, go to Dr. D’s and call me; I’ll tell you where I am. The drac knew both our names. –M/KK’ I drew my symbol and ran back out, jumping on Frank’s bike. I could just about see them on the horizon.
I got off the bike and took my mask off. They had gone into a Scarecrow unit. The radio phone had rung half a mile back. Gerard, Ray and Frank were on their way. Gerard had made me promise not to go in alone. After a while, the car pulled up and they got out. I put my mask back on, but Gerard pulled it down. “It doesn’t matter anymore. They know our names. We just have to get Triple and then drive out of the zones altogether.”
I nodded and we all drew our guns.
“Let’s go kick some draculoid ass and get the fuck out of here!” Frank said, pushing open the door.
We were shot at the second we were inside. I took out as many dracs as I could, the guys doing the same. When the room we were in was empty (apart from us, obviously) I noticed a floor plan on the wall. “’Third floor, captives.’ Well, they’re making life easier for us, at least.” Ray muttered. We went through a door marked ‘Stairs’ and started going up, taking out the handful of dracs there on our way.
Triple, or should I say Gracie, was just sitting in a room. I kicked the door down and we went inside. She ran straight into Gerard’s arm and hugged him. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. They tried to get stuff out of me, but I just didn’t talk. Then they gave me a pill. I didn’t take it, though.” She took a pill out of her pocket and stamped on it.
“Okay, that was far too easy.” Ray said. We were out of the Scarecrow unit and getting in the car.
“You’re right. Now hand over my daughter.” We turned round to see Korse standing at the unit’s door.
“Shit.” Frank muttered, drawing his gun.
I opened my can of food for breakfast the next day and started eating. When I was done, I started peeling off the label, just out of curiosity. There was another label underneath that: Power Pup dog food.
"Christ." I muttered, moving all the cans of that variety (beef hotpot or something) to the other side of the cupboard. "Guys, we've been eating dog food," I yelled, as the guys were in different rooms. "We've officially hit rock bottom."
"Are you serious, Triple?" Kobra yelled back.
"Serious as a heart attack."
"Oh my god."
Gerard's POV
"We need to get stuff, who's coming with me?"
"I will!" Triple yelled.
"No, you stay here,"
"What?!"
"You need to stay here. Things are getting worse, and you're better off in here."
"In case you fucking forgot-"
"Language!"
"- I'm the one that's SURVIVED out there! I know what I'm doing."
"Triple, just stay here, okay?" She sighed and cussed under her breath. I grabbed my mask and gun, Frank and Ray doing the same. Mikey nodded to me and we left.
Mikey's POV
About an hour after the guys left, I heard a vehicle pull up outside. I stood up and looked out the window to see a white motorbike outside. “Shit!” Grabbing my gun, I went into the kitchen and tapped Triple. “Get your gun,” I whispered. “There’s a drac outside.” She nodded and followed me back out to the sort-of living room. The bike was still there, but the drac was gone. “Fuck! Where did he go?” I muttered.
“Here.” I turned round to see the drac holding Triple in a headlock, her own gun pointed at her temple.
“What the fuck? She’s just a kid, let her go!”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, MICHAEL.”
“Son of a bitch! Just let her go, dammit.”
“Of course. Just not right now.” He dragged her out and put her on the bike, climbing on in front of her. “If you want dear Gracie back, you’ll have to come get her. And Michael? Bring your friends.” With that, he drove away. I swore loudly and went back inside. Grabbing a piece of paper and a pen, I scribbled a note. ‘They got Triple. I’ll have the radio phone with me, go to Dr. D’s and call me; I’ll tell you where I am. The drac knew both our names. –M/KK’ I drew my symbol and ran back out, jumping on Frank’s bike. I could just about see them on the horizon.
I got off the bike and took my mask off. They had gone into a Scarecrow unit. The radio phone had rung half a mile back. Gerard, Ray and Frank were on their way. Gerard had made me promise not to go in alone. After a while, the car pulled up and they got out. I put my mask back on, but Gerard pulled it down. “It doesn’t matter anymore. They know our names. We just have to get Triple and then drive out of the zones altogether.”
I nodded and we all drew our guns.
“Let’s go kick some draculoid ass and get the fuck out of here!” Frank said, pushing open the door.
We were shot at the second we were inside. I took out as many dracs as I could, the guys doing the same. When the room we were in was empty (apart from us, obviously) I noticed a floor plan on the wall. “’Third floor, captives.’ Well, they’re making life easier for us, at least.” Ray muttered. We went through a door marked ‘Stairs’ and started going up, taking out the handful of dracs there on our way.
Triple, or should I say Gracie, was just sitting in a room. I kicked the door down and we went inside. She ran straight into Gerard’s arm and hugged him. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. They tried to get stuff out of me, but I just didn’t talk. Then they gave me a pill. I didn’t take it, though.” She took a pill out of her pocket and stamped on it.
“Okay, that was far too easy.” Ray said. We were out of the Scarecrow unit and getting in the car.
“You’re right. Now hand over my daughter.” We turned round to see Korse standing at the unit’s door.
“Shit.” Frank muttered, drawing his gun.
Notes
A/NSorry sorry sorry!
I'm too good at procrastinating :'(
I'm gonna finish this story and then stick to wattpad, because I can write on my phone for that so it's better. My username is Potterhead27 if you want to check it out!
Gemma xo
5/7/13