Though on another topic, I wonder what Nicole's doing. I miss him, I hope he's doing alright. I really wonder where he is. I'm determined to find him, even if it's his corpse.
6:24PM.
I've been laying here for over an hour now, with Friday. Ugh.
life is so boring without Nicole.
He'd probably be making me laugh by now. Hmm. Maybe I can go solo outside? Like sneak out? I know the others wouldn't be pleased, especially Ruby and Christian, but I'm bored, and we need to find a new car. A van, perhaps. It would fit everyone, including Nicole when we find him, hopefully.
Well then, it's decided. I got up, and peeked outside. Rexine and maverick were still on the couch, so I could sneak behind them, theoretically.
I took Friday, and left the room.
I silently opened the door, and exited. I let out a sigh of relief, pressing for the elevator. I made it down, and
Looking around, there were a few zombies, but nothing I couldn't handle!
I started walking left, on the opposite side of where I parked the car. It was a mess, but thankfully didn't smell like one.
There was dried up blood everywhere. Broken glass, random items including a lighter, perfume bottle, even a mannequin on one arm and head.
There weren't that many cars, but the ones I saw were four seaters and even one of them was two seaters.
No sign of a van. I'm just going to have to hope we don't have to put two people in the trunk. Three, if we find Nicole.
Looking around, it was silent and I could see a park nearby. I doubt someone would park a van near a park.
I continued walking in the same direction, looking around. At one point I even saw a dead bird splat on the floor.
Still, boringly walking. Though, once I passed a building, I took a few steps back, making sure my eyes weren't tricking me. There was... A van?? In between two buildings? Really? I mean... Not the best parking spot, but who am I to say anything? I went around it, and found the door.
It didn't look that dirty, just a blood splat at the side, probably from driving around on pools of blood. I tried opening it, but it wouldn't budge. So I started pulling on the handle, and it finally budged open.
I cautiously stepped inside, checking the floor, you know.. just in case.
There were.. six seats. I checked over to the driver's seat and thankfully nothing. Oddly.. or maybe not, but the inside of the van was pretty neat and clean. I turned around, and analyzed the rest behind me which was the same as the front. Alright... Well it passed the no zombies test.. and its hygienic aswell. It seemed pretty decent, so for the final test. To see if it runs properly. I got out of the van, and entered from the driver's seat. I sat down, and turned it on, which in my luck, the key was still there.
I started to run the engine, but no luck. Damn it this is such a good van, too. I still tried nonetheless, a few failed attempts.. but it suddenly started working, and I went straight forward at almost full speed... Ouch. I kind of stepped on the pedal too hard while running the engine.. ow. Well.. safe to say it works fine.. I guess. I started to drive back to the building, parking near there.
As I parked, I got out of the van heading back to the building. It hasn't been that long, they probably shouldn't have noticed. . right?
I started walking back, right as I was about to enter I got pulled back. Who could that be? Especially at this hour?
My instincts kicked in, and I swiftly turned around and kicked the person right in the stomach. I took a good look at them and. . Christian? What on earth is he doing down here? And where is Ruby? . . .I watched as he groaned in pain for a few long seconds. He panted, and looked up at me, his hands on his knees.
"Christian? What on earth are you doing here?" I asked, stepping back.
"I–I was—" He was still coughing, and I let him breathe. . i guess. I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms and waiting for him to say something.
"You what?" I said glaring at him intently waiting for an answer.
"I was. . I followed you out— I noticed you were gone." He explained. I listened, though it seemed real, I really can't take it from this guy.
"Mhmm. . . Alright, like a stalker kinda way?" I said, kind of teasing him now.
He's so snarky all the time it's hard to find him in a vulnerable state like he is currently.
"No! I'm not some creep, dumbass." He rolled his eyes.
"And in my defense, I was trying to. ." he paused, and started coughing. I waited for him to stop, he seemed seriously damaged by that kick.. did I kick too hard. . ?
"I was– trying— the zombies. ." He tried explaining, but his coughs were getting intense. Damn. I hope he doesn't die. Only because it'd probably be my fault. But wait— what zombies? Was he trying to save me? Like hell, yeah. There's no way. He wouldn't. But I mean— damn it what zombies? Now it's my fault he can't even talk properly without breathing a second then coughing.
"But— the zombies. . ." He kept groaning. What zombies? damn it. . . Why does he keep repeating that phrase?