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Authors: Jack Parker
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I missed my friends dearly and wondered how they were doing.
A couple of hours later, the sound of an engine humming became audible from outside as the other two returned from their little trip. We were still using the car we had taken from the supermarket.
Claire ran over to the door to unlock it for them, the familiar sound of clicking was heard for a few seconds before the door swung open, bringing with it a cold and bitter wind that chilled my very bones.
The door closed behind them as they entered the hallway and locked the door once more. I caught a brief glimpse of John as he passed the doorway, but instead of entering the lounge, he dashed up the stairs to his room with bags in hand.
On the other hand, Dave entered the lounge and threw his coat onto the back of an armchair before planting himself in it. He let out a brief yawn and turned his head to face me.
"When'd you wake up?" he asked me, stretching his arms out into the air. I took a sip of my coffee and propped my feet up on the table.
"A few hours ago. Where have you been?" I asked, setting my mug down on the table.
"We went out looking for some things, it's a bit of a surprise." Dave answered, a smug grin lurking across his face.
A surprise? This should be interesting.
After a few minutes, John came back downstairs and entered the lounge. He too slid off his coat and threw it on top of Dave's before slouching into one of the armchairs.
"It's bloody cold out there now." John sighed, biting his bottom lip as Claire approached him and Dave with two cups of coffee. They nodded in appreciation before taking small sips from their mugs.
The lounge was nice and warm compared to the harsh winter winds outside, we'd turned the electric fire on and it was filling the room with a nice, cosy warmth that soothed me deeply. Paul glanced over the top of his book to look at us for a second before turning the page and diving straight back into it.
"Anything new on the news while we were gone?" John asked, the question being directed at me specifically.
"Not that much, really. There's infected in London now though, apparently." I responded, letting out a little sigh as I reached for my mug, snatching it off of the table.
"Yeah, I heard about that this morning" Dave added, straightening his tie a little. "The whole country seems to be falling to pieces."
Indeed it was.
"We found a little military outpost while we were out, the place was deserted." said John while toying with his ponytail. I rubbed my chin stubble for a second before my hand moved up to my head, feeling the little mark where I had hit it a few days ago. I'd removed the bandages the previous night.
The next morning, I awoke to the sound of laughter and couldn't help but remember the last time I was woken up by such a sound. I shuddered for a moment, remembering the fate of that man.
I clothed myself and headed downstairs where the laughter was coming from. Appearing in the lounge, I was met with a strange sight.
In the corner of the room stood a tall Christmas tree, already adorned with various decorations: gold and red tinsel and a variety of different colour baubles with a golden star on top.
"God damn, It's Christmas!" John sang merrily to himself, busying himself with making coffee for everyone.
"Holy shit, it's Christmas!" Dave retorted in a mockingly accurate impersonation of John.
It's Christmas. I'd nearly forgotten.
Under tree were little bundles wrapped inside plastic shopping bags, there were at least a dozen or more of them. I sank into an armchair by the television, which was muted.
"Right! Now that we're all here. It's present time~" John called to the rest of us. "We've even been out to get a few special items."
The eyes fell once more upon the wrapped packages under the tree as John reached down to grab them, peering inside to check which was which and which one was for
A couple of hours later, the sound of an engine humming became audible from outside as the other two returned from their little trip. We were still using the car we had taken from the supermarket.
Claire ran over to the door to unlock it for them, the familiar sound of clicking was heard for a few seconds before the door swung open, bringing with it a cold and bitter wind that chilled my very bones.
The door closed behind them as they entered the hallway and locked the door once more. I caught a brief glimpse of John as he passed the doorway, but instead of entering the lounge, he dashed up the stairs to his room with bags in hand.
On the other hand, Dave entered the lounge and threw his coat onto the back of an armchair before planting himself in it. He let out a brief yawn and turned his head to face me.
"When'd you wake up?" he asked me, stretching his arms out into the air. I took a sip of my coffee and propped my feet up on the table.
"A few hours ago. Where have you been?" I asked, setting my mug down on the table.
"We went out looking for some things, it's a bit of a surprise." Dave answered, a smug grin lurking across his face.
A surprise? This should be interesting.
After a few minutes, John came back downstairs and entered the lounge. He too slid off his coat and threw it on top of Dave's before slouching into one of the armchairs.
"It's bloody cold out there now." John sighed, biting his bottom lip as Claire approached him and Dave with two cups of coffee. They nodded in appreciation before taking small sips from their mugs.
The lounge was nice and warm compared to the harsh winter winds outside, we'd turned the electric fire on and it was filling the room with a nice, cosy warmth that soothed me deeply. Paul glanced over the top of his book to look at us for a second before turning the page and diving straight back into it.
"Anything new on the news while we were gone?" John asked, the question being directed at me specifically.
"Not that much, really. There's infected in London now though, apparently." I responded, letting out a little sigh as I reached for my mug, snatching it off of the table.
"Yeah, I heard about that this morning" Dave added, straightening his tie a little. "The whole country seems to be falling to pieces."
Indeed it was.
"We found a little military outpost while we were out, the place was deserted." said John while toying with his ponytail. I rubbed my chin stubble for a second before my hand moved up to my head, feeling the little mark where I had hit it a few days ago. I'd removed the bandages the previous night.
The next morning, I awoke to the sound of laughter and couldn't help but remember the last time I was woken up by such a sound. I shuddered for a moment, remembering the fate of that man.
I clothed myself and headed downstairs where the laughter was coming from. Appearing in the lounge, I was met with a strange sight.
In the corner of the room stood a tall Christmas tree, already adorned with various decorations: gold and red tinsel and a variety of different colour baubles with a golden star on top.
"God damn, It's Christmas!" John sang merrily to himself, busying himself with making coffee for everyone.
"Holy shit, it's Christmas!" Dave retorted in a mockingly accurate impersonation of John.
It's Christmas. I'd nearly forgotten.
Under tree were little bundles wrapped inside plastic shopping bags, there were at least a dozen or more of them. I sank into an armchair by the television, which was muted.
"Right! Now that we're all here. It's present time~" John called to the rest of us. "We've even been out to get a few special items."
The eyes fell once more upon the wrapped packages under the tree as John reached down to grab them, peering inside to check which was which and which one was for
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