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In three vehicles their were 3 strike forces, armed and waiting for Clarice Staring as she sped around the corner in her Mustang.  Along with the three vehicles , was a battered undercover van and a car of two SWAT teams behind it. The undercover van was disguised as Marcell's Crab House truck. Starling opened the door of her mustang and snatched the equipment bag out of her trunk before heading to the Undercover Van. Her small fatigue complimented her fast paced walk. When she arrived at the van a DC officer dressed in uniform was wait in the van. "Women are always late." he said.

            “ok, and protect yourself as well” I nodded and got out, Chris also got out and we both walked up to johns front door together. I had my gun out and Chris had a metal baseball bat. Already stained with blood

            I looked at the baseball bat and back at my gun and smiled, he saw this” hey don’t feel so special I actually took my paintball gun and co2 and I have a crap load of ideas, the fps is already way up and I got marbles and such.” I laughed, that’s Chris for ya.

            “so you ready?” Chris nodded. I tried to open the door but it was locked. I knocked and called for john. Then I herd a noise behind us, we both turned I raised my gun, and was ready to fire, but john was just getting  out of a parkour roll. He turned around and smiled.

            “come to save me? I was just about to get on the roof with my paintball gun and have some fun”  we all laughed. And then we quickly ran for our cars, so far so good I thought. Next stop was Teds house.  We pulled up and proceeded with the same procedure, just me and Chris at the door.  We tried to open it and this time the door opened. We found ted and his sister just sitting on the couch, we grabbed them and ran out. Quick and easy, with a little difficulty convincing them but eventually they came with us. It was the same way for rob, Jane ally and ant. By the time we grabbed everyone the cars were packed. it was impossible to fit everyone in a seatbelt.  We were driving around now and there were still next to no zombies on the road. But other then our two cars the streets were oddly empty. Every once in a while we would pass a zombie here and there, but not as many as we saw when we first got attacked. It was odd and somewhat scary.

            Chris called me. “now what? Where do we go?”

            “ I know!, B’js!”

            “no really”

            “ I’m serous man, they got tons of food, only one main entrance that we can close, we have the kind of power to thoroughly  make sure its clear. Its perfect.”

            “…well …ok fine”

            we were on our way to BJ’s. I picked up my phone and tried to call my dad. I tried several times. He never answered.

When we got to BJ’s  there were already a swarm of zombies in the parking lot, maybe about 5 or so directly in front of the store. I jumped out the second, the car stopped and ran for the doors, they slid open. Good they still work I thought. Then I turned to face what ever followed me. Two zombies were right behind me. I raised my dads gun and shot once for one of their heads. A loud blam went out and a popping sorta noise as the round put a hole through the head, I then quickly adjusted my aim and shot the other one. Both shots were dead on. I paused then and looked at what I had done. Chris ran up to me followed by the gang, everyone got out except for the drivers of the cars and came running to get behind me. More zombies were coming now, only me Chris, ted and john actually had any weapons, I had a gun, Chris had his bat, and ted and john used the paintball guns loaded with marbles.

            “Chris, go take everyone inside lead the way and hit any zombies in there you find as hard as you can, john and ted, I want you two to find the power or some way to stop the doors from opening, ill cover the doors so no zombies get in.” everyone went off, the drivers kept driving around avoiding zombies and running them over when there was a small enough number of them to avoid damage to the cars. I wondered how much gas was left in each of them. I then looked down at the two zombies I had killed. I was now ready to call them zombies, they were no longer just men, no longer just the infected. They were zombies, and I was afraid. There were four more zombies on their way over now, well there were a lot more, but four that were close to making it without getting splattered by the cars. i had 14 shots left in the gun. I took aim, took my time, and squeezed off 4 more rounds, and got four more kills. 10 rounds left, I counted. It was important to count shots. Every round counted. One bullet one kill.  It felt strange killing a zombie. It was a mixture of satisfaction, and yet something about it made me feel uneasy. I had to just tell myself, they were not human anymore. My phone went off and I answered. It was john.

            “yo Justin, we got the power switch get your ass in here

            “ok give me one second” I started jumping up and down, within a few seconds both the cars parked near me, both Nicole and Jacob came out and ran for the door, we all walked in together “ok now” the doors shut off, and then a metal gate started to shut. The doors were being locked up. “ok john send a text message to everyone I want us all to regroup by the front door.”

            “roger”

My brother can be very stubborn when he gets passionate about something. If you have a younger brother, I’m pretty sure that you can relate to this. It is always the same story, we are at the mall and he wants a new video game- it doesn’t matter what the circumstances are, by the end of the day, he’ll get what he wants. I went to Brazil during the summer. It was my first trip alone [away from my family]. At first I was so excited and I couldn’t wait to get on the plane and fly far away from my irritating-stubborn-jealous brother.  The first weeks were perfect, just like I expected. After the first month I started to miss the stupid-jokes and silly-fights that my brother and I used to have. Sometimes you don’t realize how much you care about someone. Sometimes you forget about the small-but-precious details that show that you love them. Don’t get me wrong. I still think that my brother is a silly-stubborn boy but I love him. I love him for sitting next to me quietly when I’m upset, for all the silly jokes that make me laugh every morning, for thinking that someday he will be strong enough to protect me, for not getting mad when I kick him out of my room, for eating the tomatoes of my sandwich for me [even though he hates tomatoes], for letting me borrow his iPod whenever I want to, for baking me a cookie for valentine’s day, for crying because he didn’t have any money to buy me something for my birthday.  I love my brother even though I never tell him that I do.

I’m Black and grew up in Philadelphia.

I disclaim that to say, I reserve the right to use the following nonsensical phrase or any of its variants whenever I am compelled to conjure my inner basic.

“Oh, ard. Jawns be drawln.  You Joe.”

Translation: (Note: Jawn, Drawln, and Joe have slightly different meanings depending on the context.)

 Jawn can be a person, place or thing. And if some one is being joe, they’re probably drawln, and if they’re drawln they’re probably a jo person.  Ard means alright, or an agreeance/realization in the affirmative.

“Okay, fine. I’m over this. You’re acting a bit out of line and it’s irksome.”

I wanted to bring Jalen to prom, but idk if thats gonna work. smh. 

how much is it gonna cost?

i half way already made up my mind that it won't work out, but then the're 15% that's like maybe if... 

so I keep going back to it lol. 

I hate my heart sometimes. 

but i mean

:/

he wont do it

well i think he wont

I've considered it all lol. 

cuz i was like

what if he dont do it?

you spend all your time doing all this stuff

for nothing

and then imma be mad at him

for saying he was going to do it

he just be lying

he one of those typr of ppl to hype it up and dont do shit