3 Oh Sh* (2/2)

Christian was counting down to 10. Since he's a young African American, the track record of his people's survival rate in past horror or zombie movies really weren't in his favor.

Meanwhile, the car was blasting the diss tracks that became a thing on Youtube recently.

Suddenly, a plane flew over them, and dark boxes began dropping from the sky. Despite there being parachutes, they were so small relative to the boxes, thus the speed of those boxes coming down was still terrifying.

Boom. Boom. Boom. The boxes began smashing down consecutively, creating miniature craters on the ground.

”Oh sh*t, that talking hommie's for real! Imma gonna die, Imma gonna die...”

Christian began freaking out, while the shock also seemed to have deprived Alex's ability to speak, only leaving his mouth opened up wide as if it could fit a d*ck. (Note: Could be duck, depends on how innocent you are)

”Now's not the time to panic you d*cks, help me dodge these things!” Jay shouted.

Christian was the first one to snap back to focus. From that big sexy panorama windscreen that is the awesome Tesla Model X (Elon Musk, pay me for the plug), he began trying to predict where the boxes are going to land to try and dodge them.

Around them, some cars got directly squashed by the boxes, and buildings got wrecked all the way to the first floor.

”Ok ok, left, left, left, a bit...”

”Yo you sure? We going off road now!”

”Left, left more...”

Boooom, a box landed on the left front direction of the car. Thanks to Model X's crash prevention feature, Jesus took the wheel and steered these dumb kids to the right to safety.

”YOOOO DUDE, these ain't supply crates, we are trying to get away from the boxes, not run into them!”

”DUUDE even if they are supply crates, even in PUBG the car explodes if you directly 'catch' a box! That's how you killed us 6 games ago!” Guess Alex's soul wandered back to his body now.

”Wait, look what's coming out of the boxes...” Christian was terrified.

Those human-shaped bodies were moving sluggishly out of the box, much like the zombies from movies.

”Ok, we got to get home! Drive drive drive!”

At the back, Rice already began praying, ”Hey Jesus, it's your boy, Alex. Look, I know we haven't talked in awhile, but I just have one quick favor to ask. Please don't let a box land on our house. It's an expensive house and we are still paying mortgage... I don't know if the damages are coverable through insurance...”

Meanwhile, Christian's eyes were still locked onto the zombies coming out of the crates.

”What the f***...” As the group drove across the bridge and was approaching their house, Jay couldn't believe what he saw.