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Michael and Jeremy sat in the aged beanbag chairs as their thumbs fumbled over their controllers they fought off the zombies than appeared on the flatscreen TV. The sounds of the virtual weapons firing at the undead echoed throughout the almost all concrete basement. After a few brief moments, a chorus of defeated "ahhs" and "ughs" were heard.
"I thought we could've gotten it this time!" Michael exclaimed.
" Ugh, yeah, I know... We were soo close," Jeremy exasperated.
"Sooo...snack break?" Michale suggested.
"YES," Jeremy immediately agreed.
Michael smiled fondly at his friend before getting up out of his seat to retrieve some beverages and snacks. He returned with two Mountain Dew's and a big bag of Dorito's. Swiftly, with one hand, he tossed one bottle to Jeremy.
"I hope you don't mind-" Michael stated.
"What? It's fine. I haven't had one of these...in a while," Jeremy spoke.
"Well, if you're okay with it..."Michael shrugged and plopped down onto his designated beanbag.
Jeremy took a quick swig of the bottle of Mountain Dew before grabbing his controller once more. He smiled confidently.
"Let's do this!" he told Michael.
Michael responded with an equal grin and a nod of agreement.
They returned to the game right then...
As the zombies approached just like last time, a shock shot through Jeremy's temple.
"OW!" he hissed as he accidentally dropped his controller.
The game was paused by Michael in a quick fashion as he was concerned for his buddy. Michael's brow immediately furrowed and worry crept into his nerves.
"Jeremy? What happened? Are you okay?" he blurted out questions to him as he scurried from his seat to his friend.
"Y-Yeah...I think so... Just a headache, a migraine possibly.... I don't know... Just-let me get myself together for a few minutes..." Jeremy almost slurred out his words as he got up and stumbled to the bathroom nearby.
Michael bit his lip in worry.
"Well, if you say so..." he whispered as he watched Jeremy walk away.