Enemy

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"Maybe all this... shit, happen for a reason, maybe, it's suppose to be teaching us to be grateful of what we have and what we need. Maybe this so call Apocalypse, isn't what it's all crack up to be!"

Two days later!

Joey: so... what's next?

Jones: (sliding a cup to Joey) I don't know.

Joey, Shayne, Stanley and Jones were sitting on a picnic bench trying to figure what to do next.

Shayne: (looking at Gabby and Emily) so, who's that new girl?

Stanley: her name is Gabby, Joey and I found here in the city, she was trying to find a knife.

Shayne: a knife for what?

Joey: she was trying to find something to protect herself with.

Shayne: oh, okay.

Stanley: yeah.

Shayne: how's your arm, Stan?

Stanley: it's alright, when you guys first found me, how long was I knock out?

Jones: 'bout a month and a half.

Stanley: I don't know how I survive that...

Jones: trust me, if I had the answer I would've told you!

Joey: (sat there thinking of what to say to Nancy, he wonder if he get Jones to tell Nancy)

Joey: Jones.

Jone: yeah?

Joey: do you think that Nancy would like Gabby?

Jones: (shrugging) that lady's never satisfied.

Joey: nice, (seeing Nancy walking to them) oh no.

Nancy: Jones! Joey! Who the hell is that girl!

Joey: new group member.

Nancy: what!?

Jones: (smacking his himself) Nancy, she's here, so you can't do anything!

Nancy: hmph, we'll see! Joey, go get wood!

Joey: for what? We're not starting a fire are we?

Nancy: no, I took up wood crafting! Yes, what did ya think?

Joey: fine! C'mon Gabby.

Nancy: (getting mad) what do you need her for?

Joey: (smiling) support.

Nancy: I give you support! (Tries to kick Joey in the ass)

Joey: (dodging) okay, gezz!

Joey left the table leaving Nancy with the other three men.

Nancy: (screaming at Jones) what the hell are you doing, letting him do whatever he wants!

Jones: shhh, you're giving me a headache! (Rubbing his forehead)

Nancy: argghh!

Shayne: wait, aren't you sick?

Nancy: yeah, sick of you!

Shayne: (smirking) same with you, buddy.

Nancy: (staring him down)

Shayne: what? You think I'm scared of you?

Nancy: no, I expect you to dance with me!?

Shayne: well, I guess in that case, you're a bit ugly-

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