"Derek, you coming to the party tonight?" your brother asked snapping you out of your thoughts.
"I dunno Cale, it seems a bit dangerous for my liking, you know me."
You chuckle at the thought of you and violence.
"Yeah man, I know what you're feeling, fledged on fear, your fear death!" Cale teased.
"Dude who the fuck doesn't fear death?" you ask jokingly.
"Lets see, Death itslef, God, Me, the people in that one movie, what's it called.. Ah! Pompeii. and peter pan."
"Augh, fucking him and his lists.'' you think.
"Anyways man I gotta get to work, if you plan on coming meet us at Kyle's humble home" 32 minutes before the purge.
You nod and let him take his leave.
You pull out a black backpack and set it on a dresser.
You pull out a list, gloves, water, sunglasses, a few apples, more water, your IPhone fully charged with a set of headphones, and packed with music, granola bars, and last but not least a first aid kit.
You walk into Kyle's house after knocking twice, the aroma of cinnamon hits you like a shockwave, you take in the delightful scent before progressing into the living room seeing a couple making out on the couch.
"Suprised I didn't walk in to seeing you rutting each other" you say and wait for a response.
Kyle and Angela paid no mind and continued to kiss, smacking noises filling the room.
You pick up a shoe and hurl it at Kyle, it hits him in the forhead with a loud *Smack*.
"What the hell Derek!" Kyle chucks the shoe back at him.
You step out of the way of the attacking shoe as it slams into the wall behind you.
"Finally, I thought I would never get you two to stop." you say laughing a bit.
*Knock * Knock * Knock*
You open the door to find your brother, Cale standing out in the rain with an umbrella.
You hold out your clenched fist to him.
He lighty bumps it with his before setting down his umbrella.
"So you decided to come?" He asks you before taking a seat on the couch.
You set next to him.
"Yeah, I thought it through for like a whole 10 minutes, and I decided, if I die it might aswell fucking be with my brother.
"Don't worry Dairy, I won't let anything happen to you.
"That Motherfucker." "You know I hate it when you call me that." you say
"For old times sakes." Cale say while laughing as he pulls you in for a hug.
"You guys ready?" Kyle says whilst rising from the couch.
"As ready as I'll ever be."
You say while flipping on your aviators.
"Dude, you look like a fucking parent trying to look cool."
"That hurts brain."
"Everything hurts to you pussy."
"Dick"
You tune your thoughts out and follow Kyle to the safe.
"Choose your weapons boys." Kyle says while pointing to a table of guns.
"Ammo over there, and if you want you can grab some cool gloves." He points to a basket.
"Gloves?" You and Cale ask in unison."
"Dude I fucking hate it when you guys do that." Kyle said and pretend shivered.
"We can't help it, even though it happens so much." Cale replied.
You pull out your backpack and examine all your stuff before shoving a good 10 magazines into your bag after pulling a M4 off of the table. You pick up a beretta with a full mag, and a combat knife.
"I'm set." You say slipping your bag on and tying your shoes.
"Dude, laces? You could trip man." Cale said trying to contain his laughter but failing.
"I swear bro, you find humor in the most abnoxious ways. You say before chuckling.
