"You think whatever I think that you think at the exact same time she thinks." Blaza smashes the keys his keyboard. "Blaza what the fuck?" Socks questions his friends sanity. "You said that you think I don't think!"
"I'm so fucking confused-"
"SHUT UP ALLY"
"Never mind this! I'm getting some fucking banana chips! Can't believe I spent an hour recording with you!" Blaza shouts into his mic.
"WE JUST STARTED RECORDING-"
"SAME THING-! AND A MAN CAN'T STARVE DURING A RECORDING!"
"WAI-"
Blaza deafens and mutes his discord audio. "This is like some type of crack video shit." He mutters. "I mean I wouldn't be surprised if we all were high during a recording." He starts rambling to himself as he makes his way downstairs, grabbing a bag on banana chips. He looks out his window and notices something, as he got to see it close it looked more like someone. "Huh.. never thought I would see the day where children would play zombie in real life." He eats a banana chip and looks up as he hears the sound of his AC shutting off. "Didn't I just get that fixed?" It was literally just last week. He covers his ears and grits his teeth once a loud siren like sound goes off. He looked out his window again to see the children now bloodied and screaming at the siren noise. "When did they get fake blood?!" Blaza shouts over the siren.

He watched as the children tackled each other. And this time, Blaza figured out they weren't playing. "Holy shit.." He mumbles as one of the kids rips the other kids arm off and throws it at Blaza's window. He runs upstairs and locks his door. He sits at his computer and un-deafens his discord. Only then did he realize his internet cut out. "Your joking me!" He groans in annoyance. He hears banging at his door and turns. It wasn't his front door. It was literally his fucking bedroom door. "Who's there?!" He shouts grabbing his pistol he kept around in case of emergencies. The door barges open and the two kids from earlier stood there. They weren't normal, even if they were zombies they didn't LOOK like normal zombies. "Your veins are-?" The kid with no right arm lunges at him and Blaza has no choice but to shoot. Blaza points the gun at the other kid who was slightly taller than the first one. "WAIT WAIT!" He shouts. Blaza raises a brow. "You?-"
"Sorry for the misunderstanding.." The kid mutters as Blaza slowly puts his gun down. "Why aren't you attacking me?" The kid looks around. "I don't know? I felt a lot different a second ago. Like a need for blood?" He seemed uncertain himself. The front door was heard being barged open. "We need to leave Sir." The kid says and points to his window. "I don't even know you? Why do you suppose I trust you? And what's going on?!" The kid shrugs. "First, my parents said something about maybe a break out or infection? Second, My names Evan, Im nine. And third, Trust me or not, I don't want to be left alone with those creatures since im not an organ donor." Blaza looks at the kid with the bright veins on his face and arms. "Aren't you one of them?"
"I believe I'm infected? Immune? No, if I were immune I would've not became like this. Uh.. I don't know? I don't like eating people? Uhm- so.." Stomping was soon heard coming up the stairs.

"Whatever! Never mind let's go!" Blaza grabs the kids arms and then fled the house by opening his room window.

"I'd suggest keep running. Like I've done with my problems."

A/N: That was a bit of a confusing part 👀. There will be two more random kids added into the story. Right now it's just nine year old Evan who is not fully infected. And if you notice, he never had gotten a gas mask 👺