ZUMA, SCUBA, AND Jess arrived at a place where they didn't think they be. McCarty's party. Scuba thought of the idea so they can protect themselves from the John Carver killer. Zuma had tried texting Yulia but she never got back to him. Her dad must told her not to talk to him.

   When the trio arrived at McCarty's party, McCarty got up from his chair.

   "Jacob. VIP. Upstairs. Now." McCarty tells Jacob as Zuma patted his back.

   Jacob grabbed the red banner thing and followed Zuma and the others upstairs.

   Zuma looked at the party from the living room. It did look pretty cool. But he couldn't think about any of that. They made it upstairs.

   "Watch out, this kid's been here for two days." McCarty said as they walked around the group of kids. "Drank too much white Zinfandel."

   "Welcome to the Death Star." McCarty said as Zuma looked around the room. "This is where the magic begins."

   Zuma didn't want to admit it but, the room looked kind of dope.

   "Jacob, VIP's closed." McCarty tells Jacob as Jacob stood in front of the door.

   "He looks so fucking stupid." Zuma said as Jess gave him a cut it out look.

   McCarty grabbed a guitar case. "You get caught with any of this shit, you're on your own."

   He opened the case and it was a whole bunch of different type of guns.

   Scuba grabbed the golden gun.

   "Jesus, Scuba." Jess said Scuba clocked the gun.

   "What about this?" Scuba asked McCarty.

   "That's mainly for taking down angry grizzlies in Alaskan wilderness or brain-eating zombies in a post-apocalyptic America." McCarty replied as Scuba put the golden gun back in the guitar case.

   "That's really specific." Zuma whispered Jess as she shook her head in agreement.

   "Let me show you something far more reasonable." McCarty said, walking to his dresser.

   He opened his music radio and it was another gun. "44 Magnum. A classic. Plus, you get bonus points if you make a dirty Harry-style comment when you blast him."

   Zuma smirked as he was about to get it, but Scuba held him back.

   "McCarty, do you have any human-sized guns?" Scuba asked as Zuma rolled his eyes.

   "What's wrong with the 44?" Zuma asked as Scuba rolled his eyes and ignored him.

   "Maybe." McCarty said as he went over near his bed. He pulled something down, revealing a large tan gun. But instead of that, McCarty grabbed the small one next to it.

   McCarty clocked the gun. "The SIG 226. It's a short recoil-operated, locked breech pistol."

   "Decent stopping power." McCarty continued. "You'll want to use this. Keep the safety on, unless you want to blow your nuts off."

   McCarty handed Scuba the gun. Zuma couldn't keep his eyes off the large tan gun.

   "Can I get that one?" Zuma asked, receiving crazy looks from his brother and his friend.

   "No!" They both exclaimed as Zuma rolled his eyes.

   "How come you get to have a gun? Why can't I get one?" Zuma asked in annoyance.

   "You don't even know how to use one." Scuba said as Zuma scoffed.

   "I do too." Zuma said, clearly lying. The last time he used a gun, he accidentally shot his foot. Not a great day then.

   "What about you RightMart?" McCarty asked, ignoring the squabble between the siblings.

   "I fired a musket once. It almost killed me." Jess replied, giving him a sarcastic smile.

   "Yeah, those things are fucked." McCarty says. "Let me show you something."

   McCarty walked off and grabbed something. "Check this out. Element of surprise huh?"

   "Pull it out of your belt and you stick them right in the gut." McCarty said as Jess flinched back.

   "We got all sorts of tactical shit. It's yours if you want it."

   "I'm good. Scuba and Zuma will be with me and Scuba's armed so." Jess said.

   "Shit. I'll take it." Zuma said, having his hand out. McCarty handed him the sharp blade as Zuma smiled giddily.

   "McCarty. I owe you one." Scuba said as he and McCarty dapped each other up.

   "Yeah. Anytime." McCarty replied, looking at Zuma.

   "Thanks. You're not such an asshole after all." Zuma said as he patted McCarty's shoulder.

   "Thanks man." McCarty said, putting his hand on his heart, half-jokingly. Zuma just rolled his eyes.

   Zuma, Scuba, and Jess left the room. "Zuma, Scuba, and Jess." McCarty called out, making the trio turn around.

   "Be careful out there huh? Keep yourself alive long enough to return that thing."

   They left. The headed downstairs. Zuma looked at his phone and was about to call Yulia. He stopped once he saw the picture of them.

   It was when they were at the bowling alley. Zuma had his arm around Yulia, kissing the side of her head. Yulia had her tongue out and a peace sign. And far in the back it was an Evan being a dumbass. He was jumping in the back, photobombing the couple.

   Zuma smiled. He couldn't imagine life without his friends. Without Yulia. Scuba noticed that Zuma wasn't walking.

   "Z?" Scuba called out as Zuma looked up at him. "You good?"

   "Yeah. I'm fine." Zuma said as he looked back at his phone. "I'm gonna try and call Yulia."

   He went to the messages and started texting.

Yulia🫶🏽💕

Zuma: Hey babe. Is your dad around?

Yulia: My dad's downstairs.

Zuma: Can I call you?

Yulia: Yeah, of course.

   Zuma wasn't paying attention and he bumped into the car. He cursed to himself as he entered the back. Jess was riding shotgun and Scuba was driving.

   "Scuba, let me drive." Zuma said as Scuba started the car.

   He shook his head. "No."

   "I drive faster."

   "I'm not trying to get a ticket."

   Jess sighed and rolled her eyes. Sure she loved them and care about them, but their sibling squabble does make her annoyed.

   Zuma got his phone out and dialed Yulia. He FaceTimed her. He was until she answered.

   "Hey baby." Zuma said, putting his phone in the front of the car.

   "Hey babe." She responded as she started packing her clothes.

   "So, we've come prepared for John Carver." Zuma said, pulling out the blade that McCarty gave him.

   "What the hell are you going to do with that?" Yulia asked, unbelievably.

   "Stab the killer? Duh." Zuma said in an obvious tone.

   "Stabbing a killer with that isn't going to do anything." Yulia said as she sat down in front of her phone.

   "Well, my dear brother got a better weapon. Ain't that right Claud?" Zuma said, patting his shoulder.

   "What's he talking about?" She asked as both Zuma and Jess looked at Scuba.

   "I got a gun." Scuba said. Yulia just laughed. Not a funny laugh but a you're a dumbass look.

   "I don't know what you think you're gonna do with a gun." She said.

   "It's for protection Yulia." Scuba said, looking at her and then back at the road.

   "You've never even held one before, you've never seen one before." Yulia said, getting up and walking away from the phone. "If you really want someone to come and help, I'm sure my dad can call the sheriff's department and send a cop over. There's one here right now."

   "Hey, can I come by?" Zuma asked.

   "Um, okay, I'm packing right now, cause I'm going to Florida apparently. And you know how my dad is with you Z." She said as Zuma shook his head, understanding her.

   "Okay, I don't know when I'll be back, but I'm a little stressed okay? I'll call you back later." She said as Zuma reached for his phone.

   "Okay. Call me from the car." Zuma said as she hung up. Zuma laid back in the back seat and rubbed his eyes harshly.

   "You okay Z?" Jess asked worriedly.

   "I'm fine mom." Zuma teased as Jess rolled her eyes but she smiled.

   "Did he hate you before or after you got her pregnant?" Scuba asked in a teasing voice.

   Zuma squeezed his eyes shut, remembering that day. "Before."

   "Her dad is gonna like you soon. Don't worry." Jess said, making Zuma smile sadly.

FLASHBACK:

"I'm pregnant." A teary Yulia tells Zuma as he looks up at her. His face was a numb expression but his head was all over the place. Zuma didn't want to say anything cause he didn't know it what he wanted to say will be rude.

Zuma held onto the covers of his bed. He looked at the floor but raised his head up to meet his girlfriend's face.

Zuma motioned her to come sit next to him on the bed. She sat next to him as Zuma wiped her tears running down her face.

"How long have you known?" He asked as she sniffled.

"A couple of days ago. I asked Jess and Gabby whether or not I should tell you." She wiped her eyes. "And now I've told you."

Zuma nodded his head. He looked down at the ground. He held Yulia's hand and held her body. Yulia just broke down crying.

"It's okay." He comforted. "We're gonna be okay." He placed a kiss on her forehead.

Zuma decided to call her back. He put the phone back at the front of the car.

"Hey baby." She greeted.

"Hey, What's up?" He replied.

"My dad's like freaking out at me right now. We have to leave in like 5 minutes.

"Oh okay. No problem." He responded with sadness in his voice.

Yulia was cleaning her ears. "Okay. Well I'll call you from the car."

She bent down. "I love you."

She came back up and screamed. It was him. The fucking killer.

"Fuck! No!"

"Yulia!"

"Don't touch her!" Zuma yelled through the phone. "If you touch her I'm gonna fucking kill you!"

"Scuba go!" Jess ordered as they all screamed at the phone.

The killer waved and dropped the phone. All Zuma could see is red.

Scuba arrived at Yulia's house. "Yulia!" He called out. He took out the gun that McCarty gave him.

Zuma kicked the door down. He looked down at the two dead bodies on the ground. A cop and Yulia's father.

"Fuck. Yulia!" Zuma yelled out.

"Zuma! Help me!" She cried out as Zuma zoomed to where he heard her voice.

"Yulia!" Scuba yelled out.

"Yulia!" Jess yelled out, running behind the brothers. They arrived at their destination and see the killer holding a knife to Yulia's throat.

"Scuba. Please help me." She cried as the killer had the phone next to her.

It was Gabby and Evan.

"Let her fucking go." Scuba said, pointing the gun at the killer.

"Let her fucking go, you fucking sick fuck!" Zuma exclaimed as he followed behind his brother.

"Scuba. Wait. Wait. Wait." Jess said as Zuma gave her a confused look.

"What do you mean wait?! Shoot him!"

"Let her go, or I'll blow your fucking head off!" Scuba threatened.

"He has Gabby and Evan. They're alive." Jess tells them. "Where are they?!"

"Please! Zuma! Please!" Yulia said as she and the killer moved back.

"It's okay baby." He comforted.

"Jess! What do I do?" Scuba asked. "I don't know! I don't know!"

Zuma looked at them as if they had no brain. "Scuba! Shoot the bastard!"

"Scuba please. Shoot him. Shoot him now!" Yulia begged as they stoped walking.

Scuba pulled the trigger, but nothing came out. "Scuba the safety!" Jess yelled out.

"No!" Yulia yelled out. The killer turned on the saw machine thing and threw her.

Zuma ran past Scuba and Jess to try and reach her.

Yulia screamed.

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