User blog:SinnerOfRandomness/Enjoy Your Stay (Ch. 12 + 13)

''I'm sorry I didn't post anything last night, I forgot XD But EYS is once again back and this time with two intense chapters. ''

''Next week is the LAST WEEK OF EYS OH MY GOD I'M SHOCKED. Like I said in the last blog, I'll be throwing a little countdown party thing Friday night. I'll make a blog about it at some point this week. I encourage all EYS fans to come! ''

''EYS won second place in the Wiki Awards! ITS FIRST AWARD *happy tears*''

Anyways, three chapters next week, since chapter fourteen is short, fifteen is eh, and sixteen, the last chapter, is short, too.

''With that said, please enjoy! YOUR STAY. *ba boom tsssss*''









Chapter Twelve

Unknown P.O.V.

April 2013 ??? years young ??:??

<span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">As the days went on, Fabian and Amber got weaker. The others have started to take notice. K.T has done something unforgivable. But she’s very good at hiding things. Poor Eddie has his head wrapped in a web of lies. His oblivion is comedic.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Nina wants to leave the group. I can’t say I blame her. The house is full of fucking mental cases. Some truly psychotic, others just playing an act for leadership.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Whatever happened to poor Victor? Fabian never asked Eddie to let him out. Maybe he’s dead. Maybe he’s alive…

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Maybe he’s <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">undead <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">As for the others, they don’t have much relevance in this story, do they? Maybe they will, soon...maybe they’ll never have relevance. They don’t do much anyway, right…?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">But what will we do with poor Fabian and Amber? Slowly dying…

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">They look like the duffle bags…their threading slowly coming undone.

<span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">One by one.

<span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">--

<p style="text-align:right;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:'TimesNewRoman';font-size:40px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;text-align:right;">Chapter Thirteen

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;text-align:right;"><span style="font-size:32px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(102,102,102);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">Eddie’s P.O.V.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;text-align:right;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(102,102,102);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">April 26, 2013 18 years young 13:03

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Fabian and Amber have come down with the flu. I hope it’s nothing more than the flu, but my guy makes me feel like they have the infection. Is it spreading now? The infection? So that even before we die we’ll turn?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Unless they were bit…

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">No. Impossible.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">K.T has been a bigger help to the group than I thought she would. She cooks, she does the dishes, cleans, even takes care of Victor like Fabian used to. I’ve decided to let him out this evening, since the old man is dying so quickly.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">I may be just a stupid fool when I say this, but I think I have feelings for K.T. Patricia…just isn’t doing it anymore. She doesn’t give me that explosive feeling like K.T does. It’s like electricity. Lightning.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">I feel like I need to address this to Patricia. She’d want me to tell her the one hundred percent complete truth.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:27px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">☠☠☠☠

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“You like K.T now?” Patricia said in disbelief.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Yeah…” I said rubbing the back of my head from where she smacked me with a book. She had been asking me the same question over and over for fifteen minutes, seeing if my answer would change.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">It hasn’t.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">She smacked me with a really thick ancient hardcover book outside of my head. My head still stings…

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Get out.” She said putting her head down.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Patricia…I’m s-”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“GET OUT!” She screamed throwing the book at me again. It hit me right in the face sending me into the hallway landing right on my ass.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“I hate you.” She said crying. Then she slammed the door in my face. I sighed and tried to get up, my stab wound from K.T hurting me and my entire head hurting me.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">The door opened again.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Forgot your <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">shit <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">.” Patricia hissed throwing my clothes at me. The door slammed again. I was once again on my ass in the hallway. I shook the clothes out of my face, a pair of my boxers hanging from my nose. I cringed and threw them off of my face.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">I sighed again and got up, still in pain. It hurt to bend over, but I picked up all of my clothes and went to the dining table downstairs, throwing the clothes on the table, the boxers on my face occasionally falling onto the ground as I walked.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“You realize we eat on that table, yeah?” Jerome said from the couch.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Yeah…but I need somewhere to put them so I can fold them…Patricia kicked me out of our room…” I trailed off. Jerome scoffed.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Why?” He asked smirking.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“We broke up.” I could tell her was trying to restrain himself from laughing. I rolled my eyes and sat down at the table. I started to fold my clothes, the boxers all the way at the other end of the table, mocking me.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Um, Eddie? You might wanna come see this.” Joy said running into the room. She looked concerned. I got up and followed her. She took me to the room Fabian and Amber were placed. When we walked into the room, Nina was in the corner, hugging her knees and rocking, crying silently. I looked over to the two twin beds they were in.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">They weren’t dead, so I let out a sigh of relief. But something had happened. I walked over to Fabian’s bed. He looked like he was about to drop dead.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Roll up his sleeves.” Joy said, sniffling. I gulped and slowly rolled up his sleeves.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Bites.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Three zombies bites.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Three.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Roll up Amber’s jeans.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“No. I know what’s gonna happen.” I said, my voice cracking.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“When did this happen?” I whispered.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Why did you hide this from us? From…me?” Fabian didn’t reply, he just turned his head away. He was struggling to breathe. Same as Amber. I backed away in disbelief.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">I can’t shoot them.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">But I have to.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">But I can’t.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">But I have to.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">I don’t have the balls.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">But I have to.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">But they’ll turn.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">But I have to.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">But I want to spend every last breath with them.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">But I have to.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">But I have to…

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:27px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">☠☠☠☠

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">They don’t have much time left. I know I need to shoot them, but I can’t. I need someone else to do it. I’ll just hold the gun to one of their heads and then break down, not pulling the trigger. This is too much. Too…fucking…much…

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:27px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">☠☠☠☠

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“We have to shoot them. Someone…has to.” Mara said during our group meeting. Our group meeting without Fabian and Amber…

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Everyone looked at me.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“No.” I said.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Why? None of us have the heart to do it.” Alfie said.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“And I do?!” I asked.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“You don’t even know how destroyed I am from this. You know the last thing I said to Fabian before he became ill was a fucking <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">insult <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">?” I hissed. Nobody said anything.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“I’ll do it.” K.T said.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Y-you will?” Joy asked.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Yes. I need to start contributing more and…I don’t know them like you all do…I think I can do it.” K.T said. I smiled weakly.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Do it now. They need to be put out of their misery…before they turn…” Mick sighed. I nodded and gulped. K.T sighed and got up and walked to the room they were in.

<span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Rest in peace…