The Fight Against Better Living Industries

Request: can it be a killjoy story? Sorry it took so long.
I also put a little twist on it!

I hope you like it!
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"Midnight! Midnight!!! Where the hell are you?"
I started to giggle at Fun Ghoul's worried voice.
I was hiding from him, hoping that I can pop out from under this stable and scare the crap out of him like he does to me all the time.
"Ok seriously," he sighed," I know I scare you all the time, but that seriously does not mean that you have to scare me."
The lights are off, I can definitely see why he would be scared, he hates the dark, and me scaring him will make him not be able to sleep for days.
I can hear his boots clack against the floor infront me, nows my chance.
I reached out and grabbed his foot.
He let out a high pitched squeal followed be a "What the hell was that?"
I started laughing so hard over his little reaction that I couldn't even talk or breathe.
"You...should have...heard... your voice!" I barely managed to choke out as I got up from under that table.
It was still dark, but I could imagine how pissed off his face would be.
"What's all the noise?" Carley Ann asks very irritatedly, "I was sleeping." She turns on the light and sits down on a coach.
We were at "my" apartment that Carley Ann, Fun Ghoul, Jet Star, Kobra Kid, Party Poison, and I shared. It technically wasn't "my" apartment, because well, since this Zombie Apocalypse, nothing is really anybody's anymore. Everyone just steals. Or, as Party Poison likes to call it, shares.
"Sorry," I laugh, wiping tears from my eyes."I just needed to put him back in his place. That's what you get for making me pee my pants the other day."
"Ok, that was by accident, I had no freakin idea that you would freakin pee your pants ok..." Fun Ghoul stormed away, pissed at making him scream like a white girl who dropped her Starbucks. If there even was a Starbucks anymore.
I sat down at the couch next to Carley Ann.
"Where's the rest of the bunch?" Carley Ann, asked me.
"Their out, trying to get some food for us."
"I feel bad," Carley Ann rubbed her stomach. She was hungry like the rest of us. "We never go out and help them."
"You know Ger- I mean Party Poison (He never liked his real name. So when we all decided to change our names, he choose Party Poison.) He doesn't like us going out with them, cause we're chicks. And we'll just "slow them down." I roll my eyes.
Before the "breakout" started we could go out all that we wanted. Even though it was still dangerous with the super mega-corporation called Better Living Industries following our asses.
If it wasn't for Gerard, I wouldn't have hope for this world anymore. He saw what the world was coming to, and decided to fight against it. Party Poison along with Jet Star, Kobra Kid, and Fun Ghoul, they were unstoppable. They saved Carley Ann and my life. We were both out on the streets fending for ourselves. Luckily he found us before the "breakout" started. The "breakout" was a disease that Better Living Industries made to level off the population, the population was too many people for them. They figured the less people the better.
This disease made people turn zombie-like, something you only see in The Walking Dead or Dawn of the Dead or something. People who were infected, attacked others, eating their flesh. Better Living Industries also used this to set fear into the population.
Ever since this broke out, there are "walkers" out everywhere. And that is why Carley Ann and I aren't allowed out. Party Poison has this fear that we will be taken from him.
"You know," Fun Ghoul comes in with a comic book in his hand (God knows where he found it) and sits on my lap. "Party Poison just wants to protect you guys. You guys are like our little sisters that we never had." He ruffled my hear.
I smiled. I guess this is true since none of the boys have sisters. We've only been with them for about a year a think, but they do act like our little brothers.
"That reminds me," Carley Ann pushed him off of me, onto the floor. "Why aren't you out with them? Helping?"
He grunted as he fell to the floor."Mikey didn't want me to go. Remember what happened last time?" Apparently on their last run for supplies, Frank (Fun Ghoul) did something terrible to Mikey (Kobra Kid) something that the Kobra Kid will never forget: and they won't tell Carly Ann and I.
"CAN YOU PLEASE TELL US WHAT YOU DID TO HIM?" I sat on his stomach.
"No... I can't... I promised I wouldn't tell... CAN YOU GET OFF OF ME?" Fun Ghoul screamed as Carly Ann joined me.
"Tell us and we will!!" Carly Ann said calmly.
"WE'RE HOME KIDS!" Party Poison came in, holding bags of food and other items.
"Ermm why are you guys on top of Fun Ghoul?" Kobra Kid came in with a curious look on his face.
"HE WONT TELL US!" Carley Ann and I screamed at the same time.
Kobra Kid rolled his eyes and walked away, as Jet Star walked in.
"Hi Midnight!!" Jet Star threw his hands up. I ran straight towards him. "OMG! JET STAR! I haven't seen you in forevvvaaaa!!!!" I jumped into his arms in a big hug.
"Ok guys listen up," Party Poison clapped his hands, getting our attention. "I think it's time for us to fight."
There was a chorus of gasps. Jet Star dropped me, me being too shocked to even react. We've all been talking about going straight up to the Better Living Industries and just shooting everybody there. We've all just talked about it. But we all knew that Party Poison was serious about doing it. Party Poison had this crazy idea that we would somehow win this fight. His attitude was fight or die.
"Gerard," Kobra Kid was the first one to speak, calling him by his real name, which meant something was really wrong." We can't do it. There's 5 of us and thousands of them...." Gerard interrupted him."Mikey, this could be it. We don't have to win this, but this could be the push that everyone needs to win this rebellion. There has to be people like us, that miss what our old world was like. Even though it will never be the same. But we can stop the outbreak AND Better Loving Industries. You guys don't have to come with me, I can find others that will help. But we're in this together."
This silence that followed was deafening. Everyone either looked at their hands or away from each others eyes.
Gerard wanted us to be with him. I know I couldn't be the only one who wants to go with him. He really has done so much for us. And plus, there is no point in just sitting here, waiting for someone else to change the world, when it could be you that could change it. I stood up, only to realize that we all stood up at the same time. Tears forming in my face, and a smile spreading across everyone's face we realize that we are in this together no matter what.

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