Marcus and Silas were crouching behind a tank with their guns at the ready, lying in wait while the twins drew the zombies out, when three torturously slow knocks sounded on the front door. Daniel paused their game and looked at his twin with raised brows.
“That was the most depressing knock I’ve ever heard,” Thomas noted.
Silas chuckled. “Are one of you going to answer it, or should I?”
“I’ve got it,” Daniel said. “You assholes better wait for me,” he warned, pointing his finger at his twin to show who he was truly worried about.
“We’re all on the same team,” Thomas replied with a roll of his eyes.
“That’s never stopped you before,” Daniel called over his shoulder before Marcus heard him pulling the door open. “Woah. What’s wrong?” he asked whoever had knocked.
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