**Zacky’s P.O.V.**

“Damn it, damn it, damn it. Ugh, Zacky this is all your fault! My legs are sore as fuck, and I’m itchy and hungry and miserable. Why’d you have to drag me out here to this god-forsaken forest anyway?! I’d rather be dead than go camping!” Gena’s shrill voice sliced through the silence of the woods, complaint after complaint rolling out like an avalanche, making me want to plug my ears with wax. My jaw hardened with frustration, I tried (and failed) to block out her bitching.

"Be careful what you wish for Gena; we might HAVE to kill you if you don't stop whining!" Jimmy, a man who might as well have been my brother, nudged her shoulder with a silly grin on his face.

“Please do….” Another complaint grumbled out, another wish for a hot dose of wax. It seemed I was the only one NOT amused by Gena’s lack of resilience. It wasn’t even that Gena herself was annoying, it was simply that she’d been pouting since Day 1 (imagine her same rant repeating over 3 days. Who wouldn’t be perturbed?) That probably sounds asshole-ish, considering I’m her boyfriend, but she was ruining the ambiance of the trip! I’d planned this specifically so we wouldn’t HAVE to be stressed, and yet….

“This sucks a giant pair of donkey balls!" Gena said. I stifled a groan.

"I don't think any of us thought it would be this bad." She gasped in fake offense at Johhny's remark, and replied;

"Well at any rate, I guess itchy legs are better than no legs at all." At that, everyone exploded in laughter, the hilarity of the quip too much to resist. Johhny blushed in obvious embarrassment.

"Can we enjoy one trip without busting each other's balls?" I said (now who was complaining?).

"Aww, is the wittle princess sad cause he couldn't stay inside and pway with dolls?" Matt teased, his face tightening into an expression one would give a spoiled child throwing a tantrum. I flipped him off and he pretended to wipe his eyes, enticing a laugh out of my throat. Still chuckling, I decided to run ahead of the group, seeking a few moments of peace. While I jogged, I took the time to observe my surroundings; the darkness of the impending evening creating monstrous-looking shadows about the trees, the blushing sunset-sky peeking through the branches ever so slightly, the ever-present buzz of absolute silence (occasionally broken by my friend’s yelling), and all-in-all, a vibe of pure relaxation that seeped into my body and lulled me.

God, this amity was a disease, definitely worth spreading.

“ZAAAA-CKYYYY, BBY COME BACK <3.” Brian’s voice echoed to around me, and I, ripped from reverie, realized at once how far I’d ran from the group.

“ANY KIND OF FOOL COULD SEEEEEE (that song is perfs ;u; ).” I sang the lyrics back to him, hiccupping with delight, and stopped to allow them to catch up. A few yards ahead of us, the trail let out into a small, relatively clean-cut glade, the perfect spot to set up our tents. And so, we did.

Notes

BASICALLY RE-WRITING THIS STORY (cuz why not xD ). But I really do hope you love it, the revised version will be SOOOO much better than the original C: ! It was based on a day dream I had while listening to Dragula by Rob Zombie, and for some reason Avenged was my immediate choice of characters. Enjoy my little dicklings- I mean ducklings!!