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Pezzy and Puffer, usually being the leaders of the group, are having a private discussion in a tent as everyone else is doing their own thing.
"How much clean water do we have left?" Puffer asked.
"Enough for a little while." Pezzy answered.
"Hmm, what about food?"
"Low, we should hunt or scavenge soon."
"Shit, and medical supplies?"
"Also low."
"...Fuck. Okay, we need to go out and get shit soon then."
The two depart the tent and go round up the others. Once everyone is together, Puffer gets in front of everyone to explain, with Pezzy behind him.
"Okay, so! We need to get food. Normally it'd be fine just going hunting, but we also need medical supplies, which means we're going scavenging instead," he explained, "There's still some buildings northwest that we haven't explored, but they're in pretty rough shape, so we'll need to be careful."
There's discussion about how far it is, if they should bring weapons just in case, and other things alike. Everyone generally knows what their role is, what's best to look for, and how to stay safe. Within a few minutes everyone had their shit together and was ready to leave.
The group follows Puffer, being as he's the only one who knows where they're going. It takes a while to get there, but it's nothing the boys aren't used to. Once they actually arrive to the area, they decide on who goes where.
"Alright, a lot of the houses were burnt to shit, which means we're gonna have to fuckin' be careful. So for that reason we're gonna split into groups, alright?" Puffer explained.
"There's four houses that are somewhat okay, so we're gonna split into four groups." Pezzy elaborated.
"I've been around the area so I'm fine with going alone. Pezzy can go with Grizzy, SMii7Y will be with John, and uh..." Puffer starts to slowdown as he realizes who's left, "and I guess Droid will be with... Matt."
Everyone looks over at Matt.
"...Fuck are y'all looking at?" he spat.
"I mean.... it's fine by me, I don't mind." Droid said.
"Then I guess we have the groups sorted." Pezzy ended the conversation.
Puffer pointed everyone to the direction of the places that they were supposed to scavenge. They were in what used to be a cul-des-sac, except it was pretty run down. Most of the houses were burnt to ashes, with the exception of a few.
Matt and Droid entered through a back door, seeing as the it was already hinged open. The inside was... in an alright state. You could definitely tell that the fire had hit some parts worse than others. But other than that the bottom floor was relatively intact.
The two boys rummage around, digging through cabinets and closets. Droid looks through the kitchen, mainly for food, but really anything he could get his hands on. Matt goes through the living room, looking for any clothes that can be used as bandages or maybe any weapons that could've been left behind.
They managed to get a few things of value. Droid found a few cans of food, and Matt found some jackets that may be nice when winter comes around.
The both of them go towards the stairs, before seeing the heaving damage it suffered from the fire. It honestly looks like the stairs- and the second floor as a whole -could collapse at any point.
Matt tries to find stable areas to place his feet, before Droid tries to stop him.
"Uh, Matt? I don't- I don't think going upstairs is a good idea. That shit looks like it's gonna fucking break." he said with concern.
"Shut up, it's fine. Just don't step on the burnt parts obviously."
"Dude! That shit's falling apart!"
"I said it's fine! If you're that much of a fucking pussy then just stay downstairs!"
Droid watched nervously as Matt continued his way up. Every movement caused the decayed and burnt wood to creak, making Droid flinch. He takes a few more steps up, before the wooden step beneath him cracks, catching his foot for a second.
"Matt, please! I'm sure there's barely anything up there anyways! Let's just go!" Droid practically pleaded with Matt.
"For fucks sake- Droid, we need this shit, okay? Or else we're going to fucking die." Matt stressed, looking back at Droid for only a second.
"Motherfucker, if this shit falls, we both die!"
Matt starts ignoring Droid, and places his full body weight at the top of the stairs.
"See? I told you it's fucking fine."
He begins to make his way down the hallway, before the wood starts cracking beneath him once again. Matt makes an attempt to grab onto the railing, but the floor, and the railing along with it, starts to collapse.
"Matt!" Droid yelled, before realizing that their whole side of the house was crumbling. Matt falls through the floor, and Droid nearly gets crushed by the rotted support beams and and burnt floor above him.
Matt hits the floor with a heavy thud, and Droid gets knocked down by all the chaos surrounding them. They both lay on the ground for a second, groaning in pain and coughing from all the kicked up dust.
"Fuck- Matt, you good?" Droid coughed out.
"Yep, still alive." he groaned.
Both the boys slowly got up and dusted themselves off, making sure that nothing was broken. Once they were sure that they could at least function without help, they grabbed the stuff they scavenged and went back to regroup with the others.
Once regrouped, they take count of everything that they got then make their way back to their campsite.
They make it back to the site, drop off their bags and backpacks, before hearing Pezzy exclaim, "Jesus Christ, Droid! What happened to your arm?!"
Everyone turns their attention to Pezzy, who is holding Droid's arm and inspecting a giant gash in it.
"Oh fuck, I didn't even realize it was there!" Droid said, surprised he didn't feel it when on the way back.
"What happened to you?!" Pezzy reiterated.
"I- I don't know! Matt was trying to get to the second floor to get more shit but the stairs were all fucked up. He fell through it and it almost fucking crushed me when it collapsed." he tried summarizing.
"That moron did what?" Puffer interrupted, visibly pissed off.
A few people kept checking Droid to make sure he doesn't have anymore injuries, while the others looked over at Matt.
At this point, Puffer has had more than enough of Matts bullshit. In his eyes it's one thing to cause arguments, but it's another when someone gets hurt.
"What the actual fuck is wrong with you?!" Puffer berated Matt, "What the fuck is your deal?!"
"What do you mean what's my deal?! I was doing what you wanted us to fucking do, bitch!" he retorted.
"Are you fucking stupid? Do you not see what you fucking did?"
"What I did? I didn't do shit but do what I was told to do!"
Pezzy was cleaning the wound a much as he could with some of the stuff that they had just gotten from the houses, while the others either tried helping or watched Matt and Puffer argue.
"You're such a fucking moron, Matt!"
"I'm a moron? I'm not the stupid bitch who thought raiding burnt houses was a good idea!" Matt said, stepping closer to Puffer. They're both merely a foot away from each other.
"The goal was to get more supplies, not get yourself fucking killed!"
"I try to help you fuckers for once, and somehow I'm still the fucking bad guy?! Where do you fucking get off, Puffer?"
Puffer huffs, "Don't fucking start this shit with me, Matt."
"Or fucking what?" he got even closer.
"I'm telling you right fucking now, don't."
"...Make me, you uppity bitch." he spat, grabbing Puffer by the collar.
He then feels something press against his chest. Matt loosens his grip on Puffers collar, but only slightly. He looks down briefly to catch a glimpse of the barrel of a gun being pushed against him, then quickly shifts his gaze back up to Puffer.
Matt scoffs, "Of course your bitchass needs a gun to defend yourself."
At this point everyone is staring at Matt and Puffer, unsure of what is to take place. They had gotten into fights before, but never anything like this.
"I should've fucking blown your damn brains out by now, Matt. You're gonna get all of us fucking killed!" Puffer spat.
And yet, Matt is unfazed by this turn of events. With an eerie calmness, he uses the hand he had on Puffers collar to grab the barrel of the gun, and forces it beneath his chin. Matts head is now tilted back, the barrel pointing through his jaw and to the top of his skull.
Puffer makes an attempt to lower the gun, but Matt holds it there against his will. His knuckles were going white from how much force he was using to keep the gun pointed up his head.
"Shoot me then," Matt said, staring straight through Puffer. Puffer stays quiet.
"I'm going to get you guys killed, so kill me! Blow my brains out, Puffer! Go ahead, pull the hammer back and shoot me in the fucking brain!" he yelled, his voice piercing the silence that had fallen. Puffer makes no movement, nor any attempt to speak.
"Spray grey matter all over the fucking floor, Puffer." he said, his arms outstretched by this point, daring Puffer to pull the trigger. Everyone eyes were on them, watching with bated breathe.
Puffer stares back into Matts eyes, then takes it as an opportunity to holster his gun.
"...You're lucky I don't wanna clean up your fucking body." Puffer hissed.
Matt laughs, "I knew you wouldn't have the balls to do it."
"Shut the fuck up." Puffer muttered as he walked away, presumably going to his tent to cool off.
Everyone gawks for a few more seconds, before slowly leaving. Matts left standing on his own, still slightly stunned from the altercation. He chuckles to himself from the insanity of the whole situation, before finally leaving himself.