Meltdown

Don't you touch me again, mothafucka. I'll beat the hell out of you. Just because this shit went down doesn't mean were all buddy-buddy, so don't you fuckin' touch me.

And Junkie, you keep yo goddamn mouth closed. Now look here.

*breaks up a scaffold, handing a 2x4 to Bloody* There's your blunt instrument, not that it'll help.

Damnit, I wish I had a G36...*quicly covers mouth and looks at Anthony* Shit, sorry.

I wish I had a cheeseburger, hey Anthony, go steal us a T.V

Mmmmm, a cheeseburger does sound good

And just WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?

Go steal a TV, do I look like a goddamn nigga to you? Go ahead, make anotha goddamn comment like that shit.

Oh, and if you want a cheese burger, there's a McDonalds down the street, tell me if the cashier tries to rip your throat out or just asks, "Dollar, Ninety-nine please.", aight?

Hey, your the one who said we didn't need to be all "buddy-buddy".
*walks over to the windows and opens of a small hole in the blind with my fingers*
so far it's cle--no theres two 3 houses down across the down road...that doors fortified, right?

*glares at Tony*

YOU'RE NOT FUCKING HELPING! We stay in the bank. God knows how long it took to get the doors locked and windows barred, so just shut the FUCK up, and get the fuck, ALONG!

*mumbles* ya..whatever. Trevor, did the guard here leave anything in the fridge? because..we're kinda low of food.

Why don't you check?

Alright.. *gets up slowly* point me in the direction, you work here.

I dunno. I leave for lunch.

*stops for a moment before walking into the employees only lounge, spots the fridge and takes out all that is left*

Milk...all you have is milk? so your employers didn't think of stocking up in case the fucking apolcalypse happens, huh?

Let's examine that statement. Find what's wrong with it, then shut the fuck up.

*Starts walking down a hallway*

Let's see what we can't sscrou-

*the power cuts off*

Fuck.

What the HELL was that?!

Haha, whitey apparently has never been victim to a power-surge, ain't you niggas ever been po'?

*takes Trevor's 2x4 back, breaks it up tries to light it*

Fuck you, Tony. You've known me since I was six.

*produces a knife, using it to cut off part of Taylor's sleeve*

Hand me the 2x4.

*throws a 2x2* I already broke it.

*Trevor catches the 2x2, wrapping the piece of shirt around it tightly, pulling to maike sure it's tight, then he vaults over the counter briefly before reappearing with a backpack*

Okay then, where'd I leave it.

*After a short bout of rummaging through his bag, Trevor pulls out a can of zippo fluid, carefully dripping some on the cloth*

Let's see if this works...

*He grabs a zippo from his pocket, flicking it on, lighting up the cloth, creating a makeshift torch*

Hell yeah!

I feel like I'm in an Indiana Jones movie..just with real zombies and no awesome whip...

*chucks the other 2x2 at Junkie's head*

Motherfucka I about had it with yo' goddamn quips.

okay..we have a light, now what? for all we know there cold be hundreds outside, and turning the lights on and off will draw them here.. how about the junkie goes and looks?

Hey, Tim is a unique, caring individual. Who just so happens to snort cocaine. Any way, I have a car, IF we can get to it...

And where the heck is your car?

Uh..heh heh. The back row of the parking lot...

Hey, in my defense, I haven't had my fix in two days...and I don't feel like my brain is about to explode. That's something I'm proud of...except for the actual snorting cocaine part...damn I want some coke...