World Gone Wrong

After ridiculous amounts of sobbing for hours I look out the window and see my hometown... ruined. Buildings burnt, windows shattered. Bodies are filling the street. Such an innocent little town. Practically vanished into death. I look over and see Chris and Ricky whispering. For some odd reason I found it appropriate to say,”Secrets don’t make friends babe!”
“Yes, but friends make secrets, hun” Chris replied
“Awww snap. He gotchya” Ricky shouted.

They then proceeded to tell me what they were talking about. They knew that Sleeping with Sirens had gone to Kellin’s hometown. Medford, Oregon. Apparently they went there to seek some shelter with a few of the black veil brides members. Andy was pushing it for us to go there and save them from what may lie ahead. Being as we were in an apocalypse that was spreading faster than aids, it might take a minute. Ricky and Chris were discussing if it was a good idea or not.

In the meantime, we all made a pit stop in Mobile, Alabama. We needed to “Shit, shower, and shave according to Balz”. We found a rest area that only had half of the population as dead bodies and roaches. We stayed here and did what we needed to for about an hour or so. Andy grabbed a steel pipe from a caved in ceiling’s framing. He used it to beat the fuck out of a snack machine, and shattered the glass. He then reached in, grabbed a single Snicker’s bar, then ate it in solitude. Everyone else seemed to just shrug their shoulders and follow suit. I got up and grabbed a lot of food. Like a lot. I started pigging out and bingeing. I was upset, depressed, scared, alone, and really freaking hungry. Austin sort of stared at me as a buried my face in the misxture of chocolate and potato chips. I looked up and saw everyone staring at me. I shrug my shoulders and continue eating.

We sit comfortably until we hear a loud noise... most certainly not calming either. I am the first to get up and then Ricky puts a hand on my shoulder, hinting me to sit back down. I do so and he balls up his fists and gets into a fighting stance. He nudges open the door and walks into the bathroom. We hear another noise, and then a stall opening. We raise our eyebrows and open up our ears and hear a fist hit the face of another.
“Ouch, what the fuck Rock!?”
“Oh my god, Balz, I’m so sorry! We thought you were a zombie”
“If that means I can eat you alive then yes. I think you broke my fucking face, you slut”
“Josh, I’m so sorry!”
“You’re a cunt Rick, you’re a cunt.”

Balz walked out and Ricky followed. We all couldn’t help but giggle and laugh hysterically. At this point, it’s time to hit the road again, so we head out toward the bus. But oh wait. There’s a small 7-man horde of zombies waiting on us. Balz doesn’t even think about it. He’s pissed off, just recent punched in the face. He pulls out the 9 millimeter from his holster and empties the clip. 15 bullets of mass destruction. Blood gushed out of their faces and stained the ground. There were two bullets in each of their heads. Some shot in the eye, nose, mouth. And for good measures, he blew the last one’s dick off. I spotted it and pointed and laughed. It was small, bloody, and mutilated. We all started cracking up.
“Oh the things we find now-a-days” Austin said
“It’s kinda like 21 jump street...” Ricky muttered

We continued laughing as we boarded the bus, Austin going first. He opened the door to see a mutilated and bloody face screaming at him before biting his neck and ripping the flesh right out. Sending blood flying across the bus and the faces behind him. Everyone’s instinct was to attack it, yet I almost shat myself. I had never been so terrified in my entire life. Austin’s cries of pain sent shivers down our spines as everyone grabbed the guns from their holsters and began firing immediately. Once they had shot it multiple times, two bodies laid on the ground. Austin’s, whose neck was ripped to shreds and bloodied, and the zombie’s. Very similar, yet it was missing most of the bone structure in its skull. We could hear the cries of more arriving.
“Let’s go” Andy said
“But Austin!” Ronnie interrupted
“He can’t be cured, he’s already dead!” Jacky inputted.

We all sprinted onto the bus, only to be accompanied by two more. Surprisingly enough, Chris was able to gunsling and have two direct face shots! Sending brain matter and blood to scatter across the walls. No time to throw the bodies out at this point. Balz started up the bus and we went. Looking back, we realized we had forgotten Andy. Never seen a smoker run so far and fast in our lives. We open up the doors and slow down, and as he gets closer and closer, so does the horde of the undead. We throw our windows down and open fire. Even with the gun I had been handed, I too was blasting bullets like a bitch. Sending the metal through their faces, into the next bloody and dead moving body. Andy soon grabbed a hold of the bus, before losing his footing. Ronnie threw his hand out to grab him, and came very close. Andy tripped. He smacked his face on the dirty concrete that was the road, and it took no time at al for him to be consumed. He is being torn to shreds as he begs for mercy and his life. Chris reached into his pocket, feeling remorse. He grabbed a devastating weapon. A frag grenade. He had Balz stop. Thankfully, the horde wasn’t chasing them, but they were attacking a defenseless target, and each one of them felt pity. Although they couldn’t save him, suffer he would not. Chris threw the grenade. Balz knew to drive away as quickly as possible at that point, this was a force to never, ever be reckoned with. Shrapnel went flying everywhere. There was a circle of the definition of Stephen King. Blood, burning bodies, mutilated faces, there was no telling who was who at this point.

“Andy, and Austin...” I sad to myself
“Yeah, good men, but... can’t even find words right now.” Ronnie intputted
“Still going to seattle!” Balz shouted
“No we’re not, we’re going to Medford. Hopefully we won’t have to though.” Chris said
“Speak of the god damned devil...” I replied

We look out to see a tour bus toppled on it’s side. It looks salvaged. Chris and Ricky decide that someone should go and check it out. I immediately know how to solve who must make this sacrifice.

“NOSE GOES!” I shout

I bring my hand up to my face so fast that I almost shatter it. Everyone else follows suit. We all started laughing... we could use some humor after the things we had just seen. Chris and Ronnie were the ones nominated “by the goes of such nose” as Balz put it.

They exited the bus strategically with guns at the ready. Slowly they move toward the bus. Jacky and Ricky go to the back of the bus, so I sit practically in solitude for a moment. Balz looks back at me then up. I turn my head and see the two carrying assault rifles. They have them at the ready to rescue their singers if necessary.

Chris and Ronnie both walk slowly toward the tipped over bus. Chris climbs onto it’s side and is fired at, he jumps down and backs away, gun now aiming. Ronnie follows suit. Ricky practically flies out of the bus and walks over toward the situation at hand. The a member of SWS jumps out of the door (But they don’t know who it is) jumps out of the door and Chris shoots him directly in the face.
“You mother fuckers shot first, come on!” Chris yelled angrilly

Ronnie gripped his gun tighter. I grabbed my .45 and slowly exited the bus following Jacky and Balz. The other bus was packed, Jake Pitts, Jinxx, Christian Coma, Kellin Quinn, and the rest of SWS as well. Kellin opened fire in my direction before Ricky hit him in the face with the front of his gun, sending a sharp pain to his face. Jinxx opens up fire in the same direction and hits Jacky in the thigh. It becomes a shootout. Chris and Ronnie with their accurate gunfire send a bullet straight through the throat of Jake, and Christian. Jinxx turns and fires at Chris, but he had already moved before it got to him. As Jinxx tried to reposition himself, Jacky came from behind with his arm around his throat. Gripping and pulling as hard as he can and pulls him to the dusty ground. He was on Jinxx’s back and was shoving his face into the concrete as his chocked him out. They both struggled until Jinxx could no longer live... Meanwhile, Kellin got up and sprinted at me. Balz had left to go help, and Ghost was in the bus with our only sniper rifle. Ricky was in a fist fight with another SWS member, and was winning. It wasn’t even a fair fight. Kellin sprinted at me with a knife, and I didn’t know what to do! I was in so much shock! He tackled me to the ground. Chris caught a glimpse of it as he picked me up with a knife to my throat. We were about the same height so he was hardly visible.
“You fucking killed him man! What’s your problem!?” Kellin shouted.
“You fired first!” Ronnie shouted
“Rick what are you doing?” Balz butted in

Ricky walked around from a hidden view with blood all over his hands. He had literally beaten him to death. He walked over toward Jacky to pick up his rifle

*BLAOW* Out of no where a loud gunshot goes off. Everyone looks around and sees Ricky on the ground wincing. He had been shot in the neck.

“What the fuck!?” Chris shouts
“RICK!” Balz says as he reaches his hand out
“Yeah we got a fucking sniper out there, what are ya gonna do, cunts?” Kellin replied
“You talk like a 12 year old” I say before I thrust my head back to hit Kellin’s nose. He backs away due to impact and I kick him in the groin and then punch his throat. He falls on the ground. I begin pounding him with my fists and shouting hateful things. The rest of the group stands in amazement. Except Balz. He sprints toward Rick to give him medical attention. I continue to beat his face in until I hear a crack. It was his cheek bone. I had successfully broken it. Out of no where, Ricky just jumps up like a spider money, blood shooting from him like a hose and grabs a small boulder about the size of his fist. He pounces on Kellin, shoving me off a bit and hits him in the face several times. At this point, his face has officially caved in. We all look around and slowly board the bus.

Ghost gets in the driver seat.
“We need to get Rick to a fucking hospital man!” He shouts.
“You ain’t gotta remind me man” Rick slightly mutters

He used what energy he had left to kill the man who was in charge of his near death. They felt like afghan soldiers, and in a sense they had a right to. The excessive weaponry, the brotherhood, the conflict, the loss of others.... They peeled out of the area and drove quickly, on goes their journey. Hopefully to save Ricky, Jacky, and the rest of them. Two wounds but no losses.

“At least we won” Ghost said optimistically....

Notes

I feel like I rushed the end, but I was writting to slow