It was a typical for me and troy sitting in our I.P.S class making things either fizzle or go boom in our almost daily labs on chemicals.
But this time we went a little bit too far and made our experiment go BANG! glass beakers shattered, testubes rolled off or desks, and the bunsen burner tipped and set my backpack ablaze. We ran for the extinguisher and put out the flames our normal boring day. Our 'rents picked us up drove us only 14 home.
We started talking about paintball and stuff. Then we herd about 6m behind us a "mm-LAHHHH"
I turned to look at troy and saw his face go pale with a slight hint of terror and curiosity. The man was 4'9" looked intoxicated, walked with a limp really bad, and his arm was twitchy. As he advanced towards us he drooled and I remembered the vulgar smell of fresh blood I looked behind his head and saw he decided to bring his fan group of cannibal bro's. Immediately we ditch our bags and ran to make it home.
Our parents didn't beleive our story until she saw the band of hobos attack our neighbor getting his mail it was gruesome they grabed him and shifted there weight unto him and bit and bit and bit away till there was nothing left than a few ripped pieces of shirt.
We had to act FAST my dad ran for the safe my mom called troys parents and agreed to meet up in valrico drive. My dad came out with a duffle bag of weapons I just got a hiking bag full of wilderness survival gear and food.
We hoped in the van and just drove to valrico fl.
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As we met up ina abondoned gas station a horde of hobos came limpingly by.
"s××× zombies" My dad A.KA M.C
"shhh" Troys mom Mrs.R dad Mr.R
I slowly moved towards to the back of the station looking for a sharp object, knife, plank with nails, ANYTHING. All I knew was my fear shifted from heights to these zeed. (short for zombiefied)
"Yosemite come here!" troy almost yelled.
Pt.2 coming you all like it but I would like to know what should be improved or removed.