The Last Survivor 2

The morning sun came to awaken me on a cold Monday

morning. “Good morning mondays. Oh right I hate Mondays,

Tuesdays, and hotdogs, but I’m forgetting one thing: what was

it? Oh ya I also hate zombies and vampires.” I stretch. Leum

starts to wake up still hugging my leg though the blanket.

“Good morning! Ya pretty las.” Foxy walks in through his door

that I made for his room. “Don’t call me that Foxy. okay?” I

say as I rub my sleepy eyes in discomfort. “Why not

Maddison? What do you not like that name?” Foxy sits at the

foot of my small bed.

“No, I don’t like that name, ok. Just don’t call me that

ok?” my voice starts to get deep and slow. “Fine then. I’ll just

call you. I’ll call you Marshin, or predator.” Foxy tilts his head

to the left. “No I just don’t like it.” I look at Leum, who is

laying on my legs on the blanket hugging them. “I’m gonna go

get breakfast. Then I'm gonna go outside of the wall and go

scavenge. Do any of you boys want anything while I'm out.” I

lean against the door frame.

“What about…… what if you find plushtrap? Will you bring

him home? PLEASE! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!” Leum

looks at me his eyes start to get big and they sparkle. “UHG.

Fine but as long as he or she is not as bad as you are. Ok?” I

get down on my knees trying to get down to Leums level of

sight. “Ya he’s not that bad. And he’s small like me.” Leum

gets excited.