Give 'Em Hell in Zombieland

The Dawn of The Light-Sabers.

SKYLAR'S P.O.V

I seriously wonder how Summer actually managed to survive this far in a zombie apocalypse. Seriously. We were in a steel tour bus, with doors and walls atleast three feet thick. Plus, we still had gas and we could easily run these zombie fucktards over, and yet, she was saying that we should climb out a bathroom window down to the awaiting zombies, who'll probably rip our fucking heads off.

Don't get me wrong, I love Summer like she was my very own sister, but sometimes, her head wasn't screwed on very tight.

...Actually, I don't blame her for having a total brainfart, because I didn't know what the hell I was talking about. I was continuously losing my marbles in front of everyone.

Sorry, Summer m'dear.

Whilst everyone was trying and failing to climb up onto the toilet seat to reach out and grab the edge of the window, I had to bite my lip to stop myself from laughing so fucking hard. Frank was swaying slightly next to me, with the same expression on his face. Both of us were turning slightly red as each second passed.

"Uhm, guys.." I started, folding my arms and smirking.

They didn't hear me, as they all slipped around.

"Guys..." I bit my lip ring.

Frank raised an eyebrow at me, obviously knowing what I was trying to say.

"For fuck's sake..." I grumbled, "GUYS!" I yelled.

Everyone stopped to look at me with a major 'what-the-fuck' expression on their pretty little faces. Especially Summer.

"What the hell, Skylar Astri Christal Branson?" Summer used my full name.

"Long name..." Bob whispered, nudging Mikey who nodded in agreement, pushing up his glasses some more for they had slipped down the bridge of his nose.

"It's pretty..." Frank said in a daze, mostly to himself.

I tried not to make it obvious that I'd heard him, but my pale cheeks decieved me, turning slightly pink. But it was really fucking noticeable.

Gerard snorted.

Bob smirked.

Ray continued to look at the ceiling.

Frank was looking at his shoes.

Summer would never let me live this down.

Mikey bit his lip.

And Chrissy winked at me, whilst I just wanted to die and let the floor swallow me up at that exact moment in time.

"Well, Summer Helena Ianthe Thompson, this tour bus probably still has gas in the ole' tank to run these fuckers over, yet you want to climb out of the window right into the arms of the zombies?" I said it to her quietly, so I wouldn't embarass her in front of everyone.

Especially Mikey.

I silently snorted to myself as I thought about it, but Summer soon answered to me.

"Ohhh...well, no shit." She laughed nervously.

"Frank, could you go and check how much gas we have left?" I asked him, not making eye contact.

"Sure, sure..." He muttered, before turning on his heel and walking out of the very small, very white, bathroom.

"What crawled up his ass and died?" Gerard snickered to Chrissy.

"Shut up, Gee." Chrissy rolled her eyes, nudging him playfully whilst he just pouted at her.

"Ooh, you just got told, Gerard." Bob smirked.