Z is for Zombie

Rating: T

Genre: Humor

Characters: Mello and Matt

Mello walked into his bedroom to find his roommate stashing something under the bed. Matt looked up with a guilty expression, as though he were caught doing something he shouldn't.

Mello sighed and closed the door. "Get it out Matt," he demanded. The redhead sighed and began pulling things out from under his bed. Things he shouldn't have had.

Mello gawked at some of the items Matt had stowed under his bed. When the boy had pulled every item out, he crawled onto his bed and curled up with his DS, intending to completely ignore Mello, who was sure to rant and rave at him.

Mello went to the edge of the bed and dropped to the floor, fingering the weapons. Two machetes, a katana, and an array of throwing knives that no sixteen year old should have. There had to have been twenty edged weapons there, all sharp and ready to use.

Mello went to stand, then narrowed his eyes and crawled across the floor. Laying on his stomach and peeking under his bed, he wasn't really shocked to find another array of lethal weapons. He pulled out each and every one and began dismantling them, taking out all of the ammunition. Matt watched with a distressed expression.

When all of the bullets were removed, Mello put the pistols back together first, then the pump action shot gun. He placed all of the bullets in straight and even rows in a box that had belonged to his mother. He placed the weapons under their respective beds and stowed the box away with the guns.

"Matt, I want to know how you got all of these things."

The redhead sighed and shut his game off, sitting up and facing his disturbingly calm friend.

"I hacked into different bank accounts and got the money. I brought the pistols and throwing knives back from shopping trips. I just had them disguised in bags and shit. And the bigger ones I stashed outside and got at night."

Mello sighed and squeezed his eyes shut, placing his head in his hands. "And... why?"

"For the zombie apocalypse, stupid!" Mello looked up with narrowed eyes.

"You know that's not going to happen, right? It's literally impossible." Matt pouted and crossed his arms.

"Say that when a zombie is trying to eat your brains!"

"... Why do I love you again?"

"'Cause I'm awesome!"