User blog:SinnerOfRandomness/Enjoy Your Stay (Ch.1)

''Imma be nice today and post the first chapter today too. Now before you read, you must know, this is rated M, not because of sexual scenes (maybe...), but because of violence, swearing, gore, etc although I haven't written as much gore as I thought I would. Anyway, another note is, the characters are very OOC (out of character). I mean if you compare HOA Fabian and Enjoy Your Stay Fabian...lolz..''

''Anyway, hope you enjoy. ENJOY YOUR STAY (OH I AM ON A ROLL WITH THE HORRIBLE PUNS)''





Chapter One

Nina’s P.O.V.

April 14, 2013 18 years young 1:01 (am)

Fabian and Amber went out for supplies. They went through a total personality change once the apocalypse hit. Amber used to be so girly. Now she’s this warrior goth chick. She likes to dye her hair a lot. We were out looking for supplies in a drug store and she found loads of multi-colored hair dye. She brought it back with us. She tries to dye my hair a lot too, but I don’t let her. I guess she still has a little girlyness still left inside of her.

Fabian though, geeky-ness is long gone. I don’t know, I guess the apocalypse does something to your personality. Maybe it’s the fucking polluted gut stench air that messes with your brain.

“They’ve been gone for three hours.” I said sitting in the big, lonely, oversized, leather recliner chair. It’s big enough for two people.

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

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

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“They’ll be back soon. You know they look in every nook and cranny until they find something.” Oliver said. Oliver was one of the students from school. He came over to Anubis a few months ago. I suppose Isis House was overrun with nasty bastards. Oh, that’s what I call those dumbass zombies: nasty bastards.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“They’ll be here soon. I’m not gonna promise, but I’m positive they’ll be back.” He said sighing.

<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:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“If they’re not back by morning call a search.” I said standing up.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“O-only Eddie can call searches, Nina.” Oliver stuttered.

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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:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“I don’t care. He’d do the same thing. I don’t feel like waking up his high-ass up from his fucking beauty sleep.” I hissed.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“If they’re not back by morning, call. A. Search.” I left the room with that, walking up the stairs to Fabian and I’s room.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">I guess I’m alone in bed tonight.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">I sighed and took off my clothes and put on one of Fabian’s shirts. It’s too big on him, way too big on me.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">But this is the closest thing to him I have while he’s gone.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">I climbed onto my side of our bed and fell deep into my thoughts. And soon into a dreamless, desperate, miserable sleep.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:27px;font-family:Verdana;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:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“You know curfew is twelve. All residents must be back by twelve. You know Nina was gonna call a <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">search <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> once she woke up if you two weren’t back?” I heard Eddie yell downstairs. Were they back?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">I put on my uniform and threw my hair up into a ponytail. I stiffly walked down the stairs.

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

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Hey, at least be happy we’re safe, unbitten, and there’s more ammo and weapons, <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">Eddie <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">.” Amber snapped. Everyone was downstairs in the hallway. I went down there and told people to move out of my way. Fabian saw me instantly once I got through the crowd.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Calm your tits, Eddie.” I said, barely awake.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“You were going to call a <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">search <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">without <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">my <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> permission! This is a big deal, Nina. AND THEY JUST CAME BACK. IT’S TEN O’CLOCK IN THE MORNING!” Eddie yelled.

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

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“And, they could have been hurt, So no, I’m not going to ‘calm my tits’.” Eddie hissed. Eddie also went through a personality change like Amber and Fabian. When I first met him, he was a ‘bad boy’. Literally. He wore a leather jacket, his hair was freshly dyed blonde and spiked up. He came to Anubis with an attitude.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Now he’s a prick. Whoever made him our leader leader obviously has mental issues and needs to be sacrificed to the zombies.

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

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Be thankful we’re back. Do <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">not <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> be selfish. You know what will happen.” Fabian hissed. Fabian has a way with his words, nowadays. He can shut anyone up if he wanted. Especially Eddie.

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

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“D-don’t come back this late again.” Eddie stuttered. Then he put his hands behind his back and walked away. Patricia, his girlfriend, quickly followed.

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

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Has anyone checked on Victor? You know he doesn’t have his elixir anymore, so he’s dying.” Fabian said. Oh, Victor. He couldn’t make his eternal elixir of life anymore due to the apocalypse. Dickhead Eddie locked him up in the attic so he can suffer and die alone. He may not be the nicest man, but he doesn’t deserve that.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“No I don’t think anyone has.” Jerome said.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“I’ll go check on him.” I said.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Go with her, I’ll have someone help put this shit away.” Amber said.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Alright.” Fabian said dropping his dufflebag of supplies on the floor. Both duffle bags were black and worn out. The handle looked as though it’s threading was coming undone one by one.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">We walked up to the attic.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“I know Eddie probably hammered you with this question, but why were you both gone so long?” I asked trying to make conversation. Although I’m kind of stiff, Fabian’s been <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">extremely <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">stiff these past days. I don’t know why.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“We were at ASDA. You know that store’s huge…” Fabian said quietly.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“But you left at ten last night. Why weren’t you back in the middle of the night or something?” I asked.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“We didn’t want to walk back in the dark. So… we camped in the store.” Fabian replied.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“You both slept in a <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">supermarket <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">? Do you know how many zombies could have came in? That could have <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">killed <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> you?!” I yelled.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“I don’t need you telling me what we did. I know what we did and we did the right thing.” Fabian said with annoyance.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“But you could have been killed! I’m always telling you to be less careless out there, why don’t you start listening to me before it’s too late.” I hissed.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Hey, here’s a thought: stay out of my goddamn business, and why don’t you start acting like my <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">girlfriend <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> instead of my <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">mother <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">.” Fabian snapped back. We were finally at the attic…

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">That was our first fight in months.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Fabian held out his hand, glaring into my eyes. I quickly grabbed the attic key from my pocket and slammed it into Fabian’s hand. I crossed my arms and turned away from him.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“You don’t have to come in with me, you know.” He hissed.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Um, for your <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">information <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">, <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">I <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> was the one who offered to come up here. Amber’s the one who told you to come with me. So actually, <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">you <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> don’t have to come with <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">me <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">.” I snapped. Fabian rolled his eyes and walked into the attic, slamming and locking the door in my face.

<span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Son of a bitch.