Apocalyptic Adventures (putputtersXkronas17)

Foley yawned and nodded, "'Kay." He slipped out of bed and put his shirt, jacket, and a pair of shorts on. He put some socks on before slipping into his shoes. Once his shoes were on, he kicked them against the ground a few times out of habit. Stretching his arms and legs as well as back, he looked at Malcom and said, "You should stretch too. It's good for ya." His bones tended to "crack" whenever he stretched 'cause Foley's body was always stiff. Walking outside the shed, he took a deep breath, feeling the same breeze Malcom did.

Although it was cold, the auburn-haired male liked it that way. He hated wearing bulky things. If it was necessary, of course it was fine to wear such items. But he much rather preferred easy-to-move-in-but-still-somewhat-protective clothing. Shorts were perfect, and if was cold, he could just wear long black socks that reached to his knees. T-shirts were good when paired with a jacket. Sneakers or boots were easy to move in. As for the protective parts, he could always wear shin guards, steel-toed boots, elbow/knee pads, gloves, and thicker clothing. Foley made sure he would remember those things the next time they went out for clothes and guns.

It took Foley a couple of seconds to remember where he saw the Crazies' stash of weapons. It came to him soon enough as he remembered that they hid it in one of the third-floor rooms of a 3-story school building. He specifically remembered seeing them all gathered in that one room through the windows. He pulled Malcom along with him towards the school that was many blocks and main streets away from the shed. It would be a 30-minute walk to the school building. He figured while walking, he and Malcom could hold a conversation. As he led the other male down several alleyways and streets, avoiding being in the open, he whispered, "We'll be there soon enough. What exactly are we going to do after we get more weapons?"
 
When Malcom heard the man tell him to strech he hesitated but then he streached quickly. Looking at the mans attire he decided not to even question it since people's bodys were much diffrent. Closing the shed and locking it. He allowed Foley to drag him twords where he had seen the crazies and their weapons. When he saw the school he wasn't supprised. It made perfect sense to hide weapons in a school because there was dozens of rooms and other places to hide them.

Malcom slowly opened the door to the school, thankful that it didn't creak. He knew that they were in the school patrolling around like gaurds. " Once we get better weapons and equiptment we can head out further adn get better items that we need for the shed, and try not to use your gun unless absolutly needed". Making sure Foley was following he looked around. He only saw one but they were heading the the other direction. Quickly he grabbed Foley and dashed for the stairs and heading up a flight only to stop when he saw two of the craizes standing with their backs twords them. " You take one i take the other".
 
Foley suddenly got nervous when Malcom mentioned something about a gun. "G-gun? I don't have one or know how to use one..." He whispered with a worried expression. As they went up the stairs and noticed the two men in front of them, the male whispered, "I don't even have a weapon! How the hell am I gonna take out a guy with my bare hands?" He got frustrated and looked around frantically for a weapon. He slowly tiptoed down the stairs a few steps back to grab a crowbar that was left laying there. Stepping forward slowly and placing himself completely behind one of the Crazies, he got into a batting position and knocked the man in the side of the head with the crowbar like a baseball bat would with a homerun ball. He heard a crack when his weapon came into contact with the Crazies' head. Cringing at the sound and the sight of the wound, Foley whispered to himself, "Ouch, that's gotta hurt. Baseball came in handy! Thanks Coach Furland, I won't take your training for granted!" He did triumphant fist pump as he stood away from the presumed dead body.
 
When Foley got frantic over the mention of a gun and then said that he didn't have a weapon, Malcom sighed and put his head down for a moment. " You were suppose to grab the gun off the table". Just when he lifted his head up, Malcom witnessed Foley fall back down the stairs. Malcom was only grateful that the noise wasn't as lound as he expected. He was glad to see that the an had found a weapon. When Foley cracked the crazie upside his head Malcom grabbed the other one twisting its neck quickly only to be pleased when he heard the snap. " Okay lets hurry up and get the weapons and get out". Malcom moved the bodies out of sight before going up to the third floor. " Okay do you have an idea on which room the weapons are in".
 
Foley cringed once more after hearing a snapping sound come from the other "monster". Following Malcom up the stairs to the third floor, he closed his eyes so he could see a mental image of what he remembered. After a few moments, he whispered, "It's in a science room on the same side of the school as the entrance." Stepping quietly up the steps, the male looked down the hall to see it was empty. Completely sure that this floor couldn't be unprotected, Foley placed a finger to his lips and motioned for Malcom to hide in one of the rooms in the main hallway of the third floor. The stairs were too risky to stay at for the both of them. He softly said, "I'll check it out before we both go, for now stay in the room just right there near the end of the stairs, F-25. Go look for something useful in the classroom or reminisce about your school life if you want. I'll come to report what I see." Taking off his shoes and holding them with one hand as he held his crowbar with the other, Foley speedily but silently slid down the main hall and took a peek around the corners of the two minor halls that it split into.
 
Malcom waited until he heard the man say that the weapons were in the science room. He was prepared to go straight and get them when Foley told him to hide in one of the classrooms while he went and checked out the place. Malcom walked down the hall in the opposite direction into a classroom. It had been awhile since he'd been in a highschool. Malcom watched as Foley took off his shoes and dashed down the hall. Shaking his head and wondered how he had that much energy. He took a seat in the chair and then looked around the classroom. To his supprise their was a medical box on the top of a shelf. Getting up Malcom retrived the box and then peeked his head out of the room hoping Foley had made sure the place was clear so they could get the supplies they needed.
 
When Foley reached the end of the man hall and peeked around both corners, he spotted two groups of Crazies coming down from the ends of both of the minor halls. "Oh shit, I gotta move!" he mouthed. Sliding all the way back to the stairs, almost falling down the stairs, he caught his balance and ran into F-25. He closed and locked the door. Pulling Malcom with him to one of the corners of the room on the other side of the wall with the door, he whispered, "Big group of 'em are coming down this hallway. I don't know what they're doing, but we have to be careful and quiet or they'll have our asses." As he sat down, pulling his knees to his chest so that they didn't spot his legs from the door's little, vertical rectangle window, he tried his best to stay quiet. He could hear his heart thumping so loudly, just like it did for the victims in scary movies who were hiding from killers. This was basically the same situation, except, he was not going to die like they did in the movies, no way in hell was he going to die such a pitiful death. Suddenly he felt the urge to sneeze. He covered his face with both hands, vigorously shaking his head and pinching his nose in an attempt to stop the sneeze that would blow their cover.
 
Malcom had stepped out breifly. When he had saw Foley, he thought that everything was okay and they could go and retrive the items that they needed but only to be pulled into a classroom. Watching Foley lock the door, Malcom was about to ask a question as to why he was in the room but he question was answered when the man said that their was a group of crazies headed in their direction. As he waited for them to walk by he noticed that Foley was about to sneeze. Instantly he placed his two finger on the mans nose and looked at the small window as he listened to the sound of footsteps slowly dissapear. Moving his hand Malcom stood and then unlocked the door.
" C'mon lets get this stuff and leave".
 
Nodding, Foley threw up the "OK" hand signal. He began quietly walking towards the end of the main hall and took another quick peek at each of the two minor halls. Left or right? Which had the room with the weapons? He closed his eyes for a second and then pointed to the right minor hall, "The science room should be somewhere on that side." Foley tip-toed his way down the right hallway, looking into the rooms through the small door windows to check for what they came for. After passing a couple of rooms, he spotted several guns and packs of ammunition in one of the rooms. Turning to Malcom, he used his thumb to motion the other male towards that specific room. "Open the door, dude. I think those guys might come back sometime soon."
 
Malcom allowed Foley to think where the weapons were. When he pointed to the right Malcom nodded and followed the man in the direction of the weapons. Eventually they stopped and he nodded when Foley told him to open the door. He wanted to leave as much as Foley did plus it was late and thoes things would be out by now. Malcom opened the door and then looked around finding a backpack he placed the ammunition on the bag and then grabbed the weapons they needed. Immeditally he grabbed Foley and sprinted out the room and down the two flights of stiars. Stopping he peeked his head out before seeing some crazies heading in the opposite direction. He made sure Foley was right behind him as he dashed out the school. As soon as rhey made it out he heard a shrivled shreik. " Damn their close". Malcom pulled out his gun and then heading the the direction tword the shed. As soon as they got there the shreik was louder and their was a crazie standing a few feet away. Malcom didn't even hesitate and shot the thing dead in the head. He took off the lock and then opened the shed so Foley could get in. Locking it up he placed the weapons on the table and the backpack on the floor before catching his breath.
 
Foley smiled, a bit out of breath as he laughed a silent laugh, shoulders shaking. He fell onto the floor on his back before flipping over to lie on his stomach. Taking a look at the weapons they managed to get, he triumphantly smiled to himself. He was glad they got the weapons. He was glad they managed to come out alive! Foley seemed to simulate swimming on the floor as he childishly moved his arms and legs alternatively because he couldn't hold back his happiness. Slipping into enemy base, obtaining treasures, running at full speed, it was all so exhilarating. The male got up and energetically threw his arm around Malcom's waist, since he couldn't really reach his shoulders.

"Nice job, buddy! Good shot too!" his hand patted Malcom's lower cheeks in congratulations. He still couldn't believe that the dude could shoot so easily and without hesitation. The Crazy had no chance. Smiling, he pulled Malcom down to his level and patted the brunette's face's cheeks. Foley felt touchy-feely after a good encounter with Crazies. "What do we do now? We've got weapons and all, but I sorta feel like we should wait until the Crazies calm down a little bit before we go out again. They haven't found this place just yet- OH WAIT. WE HAVE TO HIDE THE BODYYY." Foley's smile turned upside down as he ran his hand over his face, shaking his head, "Crazies may not be totally normal, but they still plot and strategize like we do, so they're not stupid. Not completely. They'll notice a dead Crazy on our doorstep and put the pieces together." He looked towards the door and asked with a worried expression, "Want me to get rid of it?"
 
Malcom was still supprised that everything went okay. Sneeking through a school for weapons and supplies wasn't easy especially if you had some demonic thing of what used to be a human was in there as well. To Malcom's shock, Foley was estatic as if he won the lottery or something. When the other man approached him and wrapped his arms around Malcom's waist as well as patting his ass, He looked down at Foley with a confused look especially when he touched his face. Mabey this is his way of being happy Malcom thought as he glanced over at the weapons. " Well now we relax, we have everything that we need and tommarow we can worry about the items we need". He was taken back when Foley blurted out that they needed to hide the body. " You dont have to if you dont want, I can do it". Malcom spoke as he unlocked the door and poked his head out to see if they were there. From what he could tell they were close but not in sight. Slipping out Malcom pulled the body quickly. Once it was far enought from the shed he sprinted back and slipped back inside. " Dont worry their savages and they'll eat the remains".

Releasing a sigh Malcom pulled off his clothes before sitting down on the couch. His muscles acked and he kept moving his body in an attempt to help his muscles.
 
As he noticed Malcom somewhat fidgeting after he came back into the shed, Foley hopped beside him on the couch. The other male's muscles looked veeery nice. The auburn-haired male licked his lips at the sight of the brunette's body. What could Foley say? He appreciated well-defined/developed bodies. "Want me to give you a massage?" he asked, not hiding his impure motives, as his hands did a sort of groping motion in the air towards Malcom. They itched to feel the other male's body and Foley was sure to grant his hands their wish. He scooted closer to the brunette, his grin looking a bit lecherous, slightly like a dirty, old man's. Slightly.
 
Malcom turrned on the tv to see what was on. Of course there was only one news channel and it was only because people were crazy enough to go and film what was actually happening. It was strange that there was a new reporter every day. It made him question what happened to the other ones. Did they die? Or are the reporters simply taking turns. He continued to change the channel settling on some movie that looked intresting. When Foley offered to give him a massage Malcom nodded and looked at the mans facial expression. " Yea im really tense". He scooted closer and then closed his eyes waiting to recive the massage.
 
At the sight of Malcom closing his eyes, it almost seemed like he was submitting himself to allow Foley to do what he wanted to him. A flip switched in him. Tense was he? Foley would be sure to fix that. He shook his head a bit, trying not to be distracted by his dirty mind. Almost mindlessly, like a drone, the 21-year-old cracked his fingers before rubbing Malcom's shoulders, his digits squeezing and pushing the other male's skin. He tried his best to penetrate deep, getting the sensitive tissue beneath to soften to his touch. After about 5 or 10 minutes, Foley moved onto massaging Malcom's hands and arms. His hand took one of Malcom's and Foley's fingers began firmly pressing and rubbing against the other male's in a manner similar to a child molding play dough. He repeated this action up the length of the other male's arm and did the other limb as well before moving towards his torso. He patted Malcom's back with a dazed expression, "I'm going to do your back, lie down."
 
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