Day Five – Noon

"Fuck. Me" was all Connor could say. Murphy was actually speechless for a moment. Now that it was obvious that they wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon they used their unknown amount of alone time to check out the rest of the cafeteria. It wasn't like they'd never been in here before, but they had never really seen the kitchen, never really seen what was behind that wall that had separated them from the kitchen staff. But here they were now, all alone, and the first thing they had wanted to check was the fridge, or more like the storage room. It was stuffed with food. Literally stuffed.

They had heard something about the prison stocking up on supplies and water because of all the riots and power shortages, but they had never really seen any of it because they'd practically been starving for the past couple of days. This was different. The brothers stared at the countless cans and bottles and bags for a little while longer, then they turned their heads to look at each other. They tried to stay focused and serious, because all those monsters outside were still banging on their door, but even that couldn't stop them from giggling with excitement. They knew what it meant, and they didn't even have to speak it out. The fight was on. Without a warning Murphy suddenly started running. Just like always. And just like any other time his twin knew about this sort of behavior and waited just a second longer so he could grab his brother by his prison uniform and pull him back, shoving him right at one of the many ovens. Murphy was laughing, Connor was grinning, then the blonde finally stepped inside the room to have a proper look at all the food.

"They got any pizza?" Murphy asked as he stormed inside after his brother, who snorted.

"Don't be fuckin ridiculous. Pizza needs ta be frozen. Besides, what are ye gonna do, eat it raw? 's not like we can put it in the oven without any fucking electricity" he answered and shook his head.

Fucking Murph.

He grabbed a couple of cans and looked at them. There were all sorts of things. Tuna fish. Tomatoes. All sorts of fruits. Pork and beans. Lots of beans.
And lots of cans. And countless bags of corn.

"What about cigarettes?"

Connor turned his head when he heard the sound of his brother's voice, only to let out a surprised snort when he saw him.

Fucking Murph! Just standing there and how had that little fuck managed to open a fucking can of tomatoes?!
And now he was eating them whereas he was trying to sort shit out!

"This is a fucking prison cafeteria, not a 7-11."

"Exactly" his brother muttered and stuffed another tomato in his mouth.

He turned around to make his way back to the tables with both the can of tomatoes and another can of pickles, seemingly and easily pleased with the food. For now. Connor let out a heartfelt sigh and turned his head again to examine the rest of the food, the expiration dates, the whole inventory. He knew that they would be save with THAT amount of food for a while, and should they not manage to get out of here soon then the first thing he would do was take proper inventory of the whole stock and then calculate how long they could last and how much they could eat per day. He turned his head to see how his brother was doing, since he was still paranoid as hell ever since the doors had started shaking. Murphy didn't seem to care though, now that he was busy with the tomatoes. He was sitting there by the table, leaning against the wall, with both his feet on the tabletop. He stuffed another tomato in his mouth and sucked om his fingers as if those things were the most delicious things he had ever tasted. He even let out a pleased moan. Connor chuckled and shook his head.

Fucking Murph.

And once again it looked like he would have to do all the planning, especially with the food. Because his brother sure as hell didn't seem to care about what was going to happen to them in the future. Connor did all the planning, Murphy took all the action (which meant eating). It looked like even during such a fucked up riot thing or whatever it was things between them would never change.

Day Five – Late Afternoon

"Fuck you! No!" Connor yelled and shoved his brother.

Murphy shoved him back just as hard, maybe even a bit harder.

"Fuck you! What te fuck am I sapposed ta do, huh?!"

"I don't know! Just..hold it back!"

"Hold it back?!" Murphy asked in disbelief and smacked Connor's forehead with his flat palm.

"Are ye stupid? You want me ta hold it back? Til when, huh? Til when, Connor? Til I fuckin explode?!"

Connor answered with a smack to the side of Murphy's head.

"No, until they get us outta here, dumbass!"

"You said that he ain't coming back any time soon! And I gotta take a dump right fucking now! So fuck you!" the younger twin yelled and placed both his hands on the zipper of his prison uniform to open it.

"No yah won't!" his older half protested and grabbed both his hands to stop his brother.

"Fucking aye I will!"

"You ain't taking a dump in this fucking room! Especially not when I'm in here! We're fucking sleeping in here!"

Murphy managed to fight his brother's hands off and tried undressing himself once more, but once again Connor wouldn't let him.

"Fuck you! 's not like you never fuckin saw me taking a dump before! Our last apartment didn't exactly have any fuckin walls, remember?"

"Aye! But there was a fucking toilet! Do ye know how fucking disgusting that is? If we gotta stay in here fer a while we can't exactly take a shit on the floor every fucking time! Think about hygiene fer a second! 's not just disgusting, 's also dangerous! Now get a hold of yerself!" Connor reminded him and pointed a finger at his brother to make him stop.

Oh how Murphy hated when his twin did the finger thing. Acting like he was their fucking mother.
He also hated it because somehow he always obeyed his brother's orders then, although he didn't want to.
Murphy pressed a hand to his belly and started shifting from one foot to the next.

"I seriously gotta. Right. Fucking. Now. Connor. That ain't funny anymore! What do ye want me ta do, shit my fucking pants instead?"

Both brothers glared at each other for a second longer until the older of the two finally understood that his twin was not kidding him. He saw that Murphy really looked miserable by now, so he sighed and turned around to have a look whether he could find some sort of bucket or something. He stopped searching when he saw the heavy steel door that separated the cooling chamber from the rest of the kitchen. Most of the food they had found inside was already rotten since the cooler wasn't working anymore, so Connor got an idea.

"Well, then go and take a dump inside the cooling chamber" he said and pointed at the door.

Murphy frowned and eyed it.

"The fuck 'm gonna do. 'm not shitting in a dark and freezing chamber!"

"It ain't freezing anymore, and ye'd rather shit on tha fucking floor just cos yer afraid of the dark?"

The dark-haired MacManus gave his brother a death glare.

"Oh fuck you! I ain't scared of the dark!" he protested and Connor smirked.

"Fine. Then do it in there."

The younger of the two bit his lower lip and considered punching his twin, then he let out an annoyed grunt to head for the chamber since his ass pretty much BEGGED him to move. As soon as he was inside and he'd made sure that the door wouldn't be closed SHUT Connor suddenly approached it.

"Push, brother! Push!" he yelled and could no longer hold back the fit of laughter because of course it had to be fucking Murph who'd cause a shitty problem like this one. Shitty. Ha.

"I fuckin hate yah!" the younger twin yelled inside the chamber and Connor laughed even more, and before he even knew what he was doing he'd already pushed the door closed.

"Now, this is not how yer sapposed ta talk to yer brother" he said and giggled even louder, obviously enjoying how easy it was to get a rise out of Murphy.

"Connor! Open the fucking door!"

"Say you love me first. Don't be hating your brother" the blonde said and still couldn't stop laughing.

A minute later he could hear how his brother started banging on the door.

"Fuck you! Now open the door!"

"You gotta say it first, Murph."

""I'll fucking kill yah!"

The banging got louder and more aggressive and Connor laughed even more.

"That's not how yer say "I love my big brother"."

"Connor! I 'm fucking warning yah!"

The older of the two stepped away from the door and leaned against the kitchen counter with folded arms just to let his brother suffer for a bit longer.
He was still laughing as he heard how Murphy was raging inside the closed chamber.

"This room's fucking air-tight! 's gonna fuckin kill me yah fuck!"

Connor chuckled.

"Oh don't be such a fuckin drama queen, Murph. 's what naughty boys get fer trying ta shit on the floor."

A minute later the banging suddenly stopped. Connor was still giggling though.

"Yeah yeah, don't be playing games with me. I know's just yer way of trying ta get out, Murph."

No answer.

"Come on. Say it and I'll let yer out brother. Tell me that yer love me and that I'm the older brother and yer free ta leave yer own stench behind."

Still no answer. Still no banging. Connor slowly stopped chuckling and looked at the door.

"Murph. Come on. Say it."

It was quiet apart from the banging outside.

"Murph?"

His twin wouldn't respond and the blonde finally panicked.

Oh shit! What if the thing really was air tight and he was killing his own brother?!

He ran for the door and grabbed the door handle.

"Murph!" he yelled and pulled it open, the disgusting smell hitting him right in the face.

He didn't have time to yell his brother's name once more, because he was suddenly tackled down and hit his head hard on the floor.

"I'll fucking kill yah!" Murphy yelled and started kicking and punching him, face red and eyes gleaming because he was so angry at his brother and his fucking games.

"Yah fucker!"

"Are ye fucking stupid? I nearly had a fucking heart attack because of you!" Connor yelled back and they started fighting and bickering and rolled around on the floor.

Day Five – Night

Murphy watched the feet that were walking around in front of the windows. This cafeteria was underneath the ground floor, meaning that their windows were right under the ceiling and just above ground level. He could see no faces, no bodies, just the staggering feet. It was obvious that the people outside were either drunk as hell, confused, hurt, or part of them. The latter being the most likely. They had tried signaling them that they were inside this room, but only two of them had knelt down in front the windows and greeted them with bloody faces and indifferent dead eyes. There were just the dead outside. Because the brothers knew now that those things were dead AND walking.

The younger MacManus watched the feet just a little bit more, neck craned and seeing them upside down until he was growing tired of it. He sighed and turned around to stare at the opposite wall and his brother, who was sleeping right next to him. They had found a couple of blankets and used bags of corn as pillows. Their temporary beds were doing their jobs but weren't exactly kind to their backs, but then again. This was nothing new. Their beds in their cells hadn't really been any better. Connor was asleep. Really slept this time, and Murphy knew that his brother was really tired. He'd always been watching over them ever since they had managed to get inside this prison. Always waking up from his feather light sleep, watching the others cells, and now watching the shaking cafeteria door, but sometimes even Connor needed to crash and sleep. This was one of the very rare moments were he could sleep but Murphy couldn't.

The younger of the two watched his older half and shook his head gently. Fucking Connor. He'd spent the rest of the evening counting cans and taking notes. Always busy, always thinking. It still pissed him off that his twin would rather do that shit than come up with a plan to get them out of here. Because Murphy needed him to make a plan. He couldn't really do it. Or he could do it, but he knew that they weren't going to last long that way. If it were on him he pictured them just kicking the door in, killing those annoying fucks and then running away from the prison, but even he knew that this wouldn't work. The younger MacManus scratched his cheek and turned around to watch the shaking door instead.

Ever since they had managed to get in here those things wouldn't stop banging. Or they would stop banging, but only if they were really quiet. Connor and Murphy had only just managed to get in a vocal fight about half an hour ago, which was what had drawn those fuckers right back in. It was annoying but also scared the crap out of him. He saw the countless shadows of moving feet on the wall, now that the moonlight hit the scary figures outside their windows. He had never been afraid of corpses and dead people before. He had killed a shitton of people, so he was used to the smell of death. But he only ever had been indifferent to it because none of the people they had killed had managed to get up again. Without a beating heart. Without a working brain.

He and Connor had always felt superior, stronger and better than any of their enemies. Especially the dead ones. But now? Those things were godless. Those things were strong and against nature. And it looked like even death couldn't stop them. He and his brother had always been the bringers of death. But there was no such thing anymore. Their whole life, their whole mission seemed so small now, so unimportant, so ridiculous. They didn't know what was going on, they didn't know if there were any people out there.

Back in the old days they had been able to keep track of their enemies, they had been able to count them. But this? It really felt like it was them against the whole world, them against nothing but enemies. All around them. All the time. No friends. No hideouts. No protection. Just them, and the door that kept them in and the whole dead world out. Murphy knew that it was fucking ridiculous and pathetic, but he still grabbed his things and moved them further away from the door, further away from the confusion, and closer to his brother, to his answer for everything. He then grabbed his rosary and bent his head to start praying.