Chapter 3: The Last Plague

Trevor jumped out of bed, then patting Anthony on the back. "Get up, sleepy head! It's time for the last broadcast!" He yelled. Anthony climbed out of his sleeping bag, and folded it back up. Trevor grabbed his radio scanner, and sat down next to Anthony. Anthony rubbed his eyes, now focused on the radio scanner. Trevor sits on his sleeping bag, while Anthony stares at the radio scanner. "It doesn't even look like anything is playing. Is the radio on the right channel?" Anthony says, grabbing the scanner and inspecting it. It'll probably only take a few pieces to fix this. Hey Trevor, I need some material to fix this radio scanner." Anthony says. "Sure thing." Trevor says. Trevor puts his hat on and turns it backwards. Also putting on a rad bandana. Then grabbing his black waterproof jacket and slipping it on. Then putting on his backpack, Trevor grabs his bat and leans it on his shoulder. Also putting on steel toed boots, and also grabbing his trusty tactical belt. And grabbing some food and canned water. "Isn't that a little too much outerwear friend?" Anthony says. "Hey! Don't air quote my scientific test word! They don't need it!" Anthony says. "Do you want me to get the pieces or not?" Trevor says with his arms crossed. "Ugh, fine, go out with you OCD armor. I don't care." Trevor walks up and out of their little underground base. Then squeezing through the tiny gap. "Well, bye, I guess." Trevor says then walking out of the comic book store.