Caveman's POV:
"Cheetah get back here!"
I chased around my pet cheetah, trying to put her in the bathtub, and well, she was a lot faster than me. Then the crazy cat jumped out of the window!
"Oh my God.. you definitely don't want a bath."
I walked downstairs to get her back inside, when I saw The Zombie and some guy sitting by a tree. Both of them appeared to be drawing something.
"Hey Zombie!"
Zombie:"Hey..Lost your cheetah again?"
"Yep."
He laughed a little as I noticed a large bandage on his leg.
"Where'd that come from?"
Zombie:"Gunshot."
"Oh.."
He rubbed his leg again, looking at the other guy.
Street Artist:"Isn't that your cheetah?"
I looked up at a tree,seeing that she had climbed it and was sitting on a branch.
"Yep..now I have to get her down from there or else she'll start attacking people from up there.."
I started to climb up there, nearly losing my grip several times and falling off, making the two cringe from that.
"Almost got it!"
Street Artist:"You sure about that?"
I looked up again, seeing that the cheetah had jumped down and was sitting on Zombie's lap.
"Are you kidding me?!"
Zombie:"Nope!"
I climbed down from the tree and picked up Cheetah. I was about to wave bye to them when...
Cheetah:"Grr.."
"What is it?"
Someone was walking towards us..and then I recognized the person..
"Angel?.."
I saw my childhood friend walk closer.. something looked off though.. his eye looked blank and dull,which is odd.
"You ok?"
Street Artist:"Caveman..I think he's about to attack you."
"What?? That's ridiculous!.."
Street Artist:"Then Why is he pulling a knife out of his pocket?"
"Oh crap."
He was now walking really fast towards me. He then stopped and threw the knife. I moved just in time to see it barely missed my head.
"Angel this isn't you! What's wrong with you?"
Angel:".."
Zombie then grabbed my arm and dragged me away from him, Artist swung a bat at him, trying to knock the knife out of his hand. He managed to hit his arm, Making Angel drop the knife.
Street Artist:"Guys run!"
We ran,with Zombie basically dragging me for a few minutes until we ran inside of a shed. Both of us were catching our breath when Artist ran inside, locking the door behind him. He had a small gash on his arm with his bat broken in half.
Street Artist:"Ok.. Whatever they did to make him like that is a huge problem.."
"Why is he like that?"
Zombie:"Most likely brainwashing or extreme mental torture."
I sat down on a bucket that was in the shed, trying to process what just happened. I guess I'm in a rebellion now.. If they could do that to someone that I was best friends with..They are monsters.
End of Chapter 11.