Slamming the back shipping door open, the small group hustled to the quiet of the shipping yard, escaping the gruesome scene behind them. "There she is!" Aaron proclaimed proudly, pointing at the semi parked in the corner. "Me mighty vessel!" He belted out again in his best pirate-y voice. "Hey, why don't you shut the fuck up.." Felix angrily whispered, tugging on Aaron's shirt sleeve to pull his gaze towards the small army of now clamoring zombies just yards away. "Shit, shit, shit, shit!" Aaron took off sprinting towards the parked semi. 147Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW7nJ3IJrWo
The handle to the passenger side door was locked tight. Aaron pulled and pried frantically as the others caught up to him panting. Suddenly, a body from inside the cab popped up making everyone jump. Looking at them all wide-eyed and red faced with a full dip of snuff in his lip was Belshe. "Oh thank God" Tim sighed, "It's just Belshe." Aaron slammed his hand on the window. "Let us in, fuckface!" Belshe slowly drifted his wide-eyed gaze to meet Aaron.
"Nope." Belshe said, pursing his lips and shaking his head. Aaron looked over his shoulder along with the others. The zombies were closing in, several hundred by the looks of it. Aaron pulled on the door handle forcefully again. "You sack of rodent shit! Un-Lock-The-Fuck-ing-Door!" Belshe shook his head again as his face got redder. He lifted up an empty can of mountain dew to his bottom lip and spit. Aaron slammed his hands against the glass and pressed his face against it, fogging it with his breath. "I'm gonna kick your red, freckled ass you ginger fuck!"
Brett pulled Aaron back away from the truck. "Here, let me try my guy." He cleared his throat and approached the window. Belshe's red face peered into Brett's soul. "Belshe, could you please unlock the door-" Before he even finished his sentence, the door to the truck clicked open. Everyone frantically climbed in, barely escaping the zombie horde. They all sat in silence for a moment, reflecting on the reality that they might've all just been ripped apart.
Aaron sat, staring angrily at Belshe with his face just inches away, since they all had to cram in to fit in the relatively small cap. "REALLY?!" He finally yelled. "Well, you could have asked nicely." Belshe retorted, still looking straight on.
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