The Suit
The air was heavy in the swamplands. Rochelle and Coach had gone to check out the plantation house for supplies, while Ellis and Nick stood outside standing watch for any approaching hordes. Ellis had wandered off a few feet to look at a small creek nearby. He smiled as he saw catfish sulking in the mud.
"At least the fish ain't zombies yet."
Suddenly, a twig snapped behind him. Ellis instinctively turned around, shoved his rifle at the approaching figure, knocking it into a deep puddle, and prepared to take aim.
"Oh jeez! Ellis, what the shit, man!" Nick was not amused. Nor was he dry.
"Aw hahaha! Sorry Nick! Thought you was one a'them mud dudes."
Nick pulled himself out of the scummy puddle. "Uh-huh. Real funny. Yeah, knock the guy with the $3,000 suit into the water! Come on!" (Note: It wasn't that funny. Ever since the Survivors had eaten the Survival Survival Devil Fruit, they would be revived in a locked room several hundred yards away if they died, but at the price of losing the ability to swim. More than a foot of water is fatal to any Survivor.)
"God damn it!," Nick shouted as he examined the damage to his wardrobe. "Look at my suit... scum and water and mud and leaves... and like, probably bug and fish poop... all over it!"
Ellis was struggling to stop from laughing. "C'mon, it's jus' a suit. You ain't dead."
"'Ha ha ha', I'm sure your rustic down-home horse sense is just so simple and wise. Not everybody was 'lucky' to grow up in Deliverance like you."
Nick was hurt. "That was hillbillies! I'm a redneck! There's a friggin' difference." He ignored Nick rolling his eyes. "Anyway, that suit's jus' gonna give you pneumonia or something. You should get that off you."
"What!?" Nick started. "Oh Jesus, this is Deliverance. Look, let's get to the house first and switch places with Rochelle and Coach. Maybe Colonel Sanders or whoever owned that place has something to wear."
"The Colonel lived in Kentucky, not Mis-"
"Shut up." But Nick was troubled. The idea of stripping in front of the muscular young man had given him a different reaction than he had expected. He shook his head; he was just letting a stupid little zombie apocalypse get to him.
-The House-
Rochelle and Coach had gone outside to keep watch. Nick strolled around the bedrooms of the house in his underwear for something else to wear while his clothes hung up to dry.
"There are no clothes anywhere here! This place is like a stupid museum for a bunch of history crap that nobody cares about! People pay to look at this shit?" He paused. "...You know, if I live through this, that might be a good angle to rack in some cash."
Suddenly, Nick realized that he wasn't alone in the room. Ellis was standing in front of a cabinet, looking for clothes as well. But the young man was also in nothing but briefs.
"Uh... I..." Nick couldn't stop staring at Ellis' finely toned body. Years of mechanical work and youthful adventures had given the boy an amazing physique. "Uh... what are you... why..."
"Oh! Well, I was just thinkin', my old clothes was kinda dirty, so why not try on somethin' new?" Ellis looked up and saw Nick's stare. "Man... whatchoo lookin' at?" He raised his eyebrow and smirked.
"Woah now! I'm not like that!" Ellis approached despite Nick's panicked look. "I was just-"
"Don't worry, brother. Not errybody down here is all fire and brimstone, wanting to string them kinds of fellas up... but maybe usin' some rope could be kinda fun."
"Oh... oh jeez. This is-"
"You know what 'suck the heads' means? Not about eatin... one time me and Keith... welllll...."
Their faces approached and they began to give into their temptation. Their underwear fell to the ground and their lips were nearly touching...
...when suddenly a Jockey jumped into the room onto Nick's back and stuck his long Jockey-wiener into Nick's butthole. As Ellis freaked out and tried to stop the Infected, he got spun around and Nick's erect rod went right up Ellis' tight behind! 'Impaled' on Nick's manhood, the Jockey was guiding them both around the hallways of the house! "AHHHHHH" they screamed, wow this is scary and kinda sexy but mostly scary! Uh-oh, a Charger! And he's not wearing any pants! ZOINKS! The Jockey guided Ellis' mouth directly into the Charger's charged-up chode and the four-man spitroast was on! Gadzooks! It lasted for like two hours before Coach and Rochelle came in and shot the zombies.
Anyway, the whole thing was really pretty embarrassing and Nick's suit was ruined anyway because as soon as he put his pants back on he left a big brown poop sweat stain on them and everyone laughed at him and Nick cried.
the end i guess