“Should we go down this street? It looks awfully creepy....” my friend, Kevin Werchesterchire asked.
“Of course we should, Kev! Don’t tell me you’re afraid!” I exclaimed in
reply, shouldering him jokingly. “This is the best street for miles!
It’s a trick-or-treater’s paradise!”
“That’s Zule for you,” another friend, Adam, said rolling his eyes and referring to the only name I respond to.
“She’s right, though. I’ve been wanting to go here for ages!” my fourth
and final friend, Skylar, exclaimed, excited. We were an odd group
"General, we have our enemy surrounded. Heh, heh"
"Lieutenant, why are you laughing?"
"I'm sorry. It's just too funny. We sound like we're in the middle of Afghanistan or something," Zule apologized, snickering as she ducked behind a wall. For a game of laser tag, this was far more heated than they had expected.
"Can it, Az-"
"Say it, and the trigger gets pulled." Kevin felt the plastic gun's barrel against the back of his head and sighed. Zule was known for her short fuse and hatred of her real name.
"We don't have time for this, guys. Put your shields on and await my signal," their leader, Ad, ordered. He waited for an opening before d