insane-demonchild

Chapter One ~ Let me see your moves. Mikey stands next to his brother who – much too Mikey’s own distaste- is lighting up his second cigarette of the hour. Fan-fucking-tastic, my big brother is going to get lung cancer and die. Gerard is in one of his ‘ I know better than you, don’t question me’ moods that used to drive Mikey up the wall when he was a kid, but had grown to tolerate, if not treasure in some strange little way of his own. So, when Mikey makes a sound of protest at Gerard having put his slow motion suicide that little step closer to the finish line, Gerard simply holds up a gloved hand, and speaks f

Huntress's mind wondered as Hunter checks in the bags the other group had brought. Huntress headed up stairs to check if there's a few zombies wondering around inside the bedrooms. Luckily there isn't one. Just old dusty tables and cupboard in each bedroom she passes, but the beds are still in one piece. Back down stairs Hunter picked up one of the boxes from one of the bags and sees a logo on it that says 'pocky'. Hunter raised an eye brow as he stared at his good friend and leader of the EST, Cassidy, as she loads up a mag into her M16 assault rifle. Hunter: "That's it? Boxes of pocky sticks? That's all you can find in the truck?" Cassid