Lucas and Brad made their way through the gun aisle, which was surprisingly sparse. A few empty display racks and a half-empty box of bullets were all that remained of what had once been a fully stocked shelf."Man, this place is wiped out," Lucas muttered, scanning the shelves. His eyes lit up as he picked up the only firearm left, a dusty Glock, stashed under a rack. He held it up triumphantly, grinning. "Look at this beauty! I'm gonna be out there, blasting zombies, looking cool as hell in front of all the girls. You know, like a real-life Walking Dead badass."Brad rolled his eyes, looking unimpressed. "Dude, can you shut up for once? Just grab it, get the hell over yourself, and keep looking for more ammo if we're lucky."Lucas shrugged, checking the Glock with exaggerated enthusiasm. "Oh, come on, man. You don't get it. Just picture it: me, taking out zombies left and right, everyone watching. I'll be a legend."Brad shook his head, clearly irritated. "Yeah, and then you'll run out of bullets and be zombie chow. Now stop daydreaming and grab whatever's left."As they continued down the aisle, Lucas noticed someone huddled on the ground in the corner, clutching his knees and muttering to himself, his head tucked between his hands. He was a larger guy with a messy neckbeard, wearing a fedora that had seen better days. His clothes looked like he hadn't left his mom's basement in weeks, and his face was pale and sweaty.Lucas nudged Brad, nodding toward the guy. "Hey, look at him. He's freaking out."Brad scoffed, crossing his arms. "So what? He's just another loser. Probably useless anyway. Let's go."Lucas frowned, ignoring Brad's dismissal as he crouched down in front of the guy, who was rocking back and forth, mumbling under his breath. "Hey, man. You okay?" Lucas asked, keeping his tone surprisingly gentle.The guy looked up, his eyes wide and panicked. "This... this can't be real. This can't be happening. First time I leave my basement in a month and... and it's the end of the world?" He shook his head, looking close to tears. "What kind of luck is that?"Lucas sighed, feeling a pang of sympathy despite himself. "Hey, I get it, man. It's a shitstorm out there, but sitting here isn't gonna help. You gotta pull yourself together."Brad rolled his eyes. "Forget him, Lucas. He's just dead weight. If he's gonna hide in a corner, let him."Lucas shot Brad an irritated look. "Oh, chill out, Brad. Look, dude," he said, turning back to the guy, "if you wanna live, you've gotta come with us. We're grabbing supplies and getting the hell out of here. But we can't do that if you're just curled up on the ground."The guy looked up, his expression a mix of fear and desperation. He swallowed hard, trying to steady his breathing. "You... you think I'll make it?"Lucas offered him a small, encouraging smile. "Look, none of us know if we're gonna make it, alright? But at least if you stick with us, you'll have a chance. Just take a deep breath, pull yourself together, and come on."The guy hesitated, then nodded slowly, reaching up as Lucas helped him to his feet. He swayed a little, but steadied himself, wiping the sweat from his face."Thanks, man," he mumbled, still looking shaken. "Name's... Trev. I'm... I'm not really good at this kind of thing."Brad scoffed, looking him over with barely concealed disdain. "Great. Just what we needed—another liability."Lucas ignored Brad, giving Trev a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Don't worry about it, Trev. Just stick close, and we'll make it out together."The three of them moved through the store, Lucas keeping an eye out for any more supplies while Brad muttered under his breath, still visibly annoyed. But as they moved toward the exit, Lucas couldn't shake the feeling that bringing Trev along might have been the right call—even if he didn't quite fit the "zombie-fighting hero" mold.***Tyler and Brittney moved cautiously through the fuel section, scanning the shelves for any remaining cans of gasoline or kerosene. The shelves, though, were mostly bare, and it didn't take long to realize they were running out of options.Brittney let out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through her long pink hair. "Bro, like, literally nothing left here. This place is dry AF."Tyler smirked, his eyes lingering on her a bit too long. "Yeah, well... can't say the same about you."Brittney shot him a disgusted look, raising an eyebrow as she took a step back. "Uh, ew. Did you, like, actually just say that?" She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. "Stop being a creep, Tyler. I don't have time for your cringe-ass pick-up lines."He chuckled, shrugging. "Hey, come on. We're out here trying to survive, right? Might as well get to know each other... better." He leaned a little closer, his smirk widening. "Maybe, you know, make some memories?"Brittney scoffed, sidestepping him. "As if. I'd rather go live in, like, a zombie hive than 'make memories' with you." She shuddered, giving him a look of pure disdain. "And FYI, your whole 'bad boy' thing is mad cringe. You're not edgy, you're just pathetic."Tyler's smirk faltered, but he quickly tried to brush it off, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Alright, fine. Chill. Just thought I'd throw it out there.""Throw it out there and leave it there," Brittney snapped, turning her attention back to the shelves. "Anyway, there's no fuel. This whole trip was a waste. Let's just get out of here."Tyler muttered something under his breath, his expression shifting from irritation to annoyance. "Whatever. Let's go."The two of them left the aisle empty-handed, the tension between them thick as they headed back toward the rendezvous point. Brittney kept her distance, clearly fed up with Tyler's attitude, while Tyler walked a few paces behind, muttering to himself about how ungrateful she was.As they moved through the chaotic Walmart, Brittney pulled out her phone out of habit, only to remember there was no signal. She sighed, shaking her head. "This whole thing is so messed up. I need, like, a shower and a phone signal. And not another minute with him," she mumbled, throwing a quick glare back at Tyler.He rolled his eyes, but kept his mouth shut, knowing better than to push his luck after her sharp rejection.Q: Do you know anyone Discord Mod or Creepy guy IRL?