thing

Blook: "Uhh... Chris?"

Chris: Hmm?

WD: I have a bad feeling about this...

the man can speak english

(still.)

Chris will not understand WD

(then read the Spanish book.)

HE DOESN'T HAVE ONE

Chris: SPEAK ENGLISH!

The foghorn would sound again.

*WD shrugs.*

Chris: You are a damn robot, change your language settings

*WD just shakes his head no, he doesn't want to break character.*

Chris: . . .

*WD goes back to sleep.*

Desert for miles

WD: Still out here, huh?

Chris puts in a dvd into the disk player

WD: What are you doing?

Classical music would play

WD: Beethoven?

Chris: Moonlight Sonata

WD: ah.

Chris: Yes

WD: so... what now?

Chris: F**king bitch

(Time skip?)

morning

*WD wakes back up.*

Chris is driving

WD: Buenos días Chris.

Chris would stay silent

WD: ¿Qué?

Chris would say nothing

*WD shrugs and looks out the window.*

Chris: F**king finally

WD: I know. My settings are impossible to grasp in another language.

Chris: I doubt that

WD: Why?

Chris: . . .

WD: Where are we anyway?

Chris: Northern Nevada

*WD emits more clicking.*

Chris: ?

*WD has tuned to a nearby radio station.*

Chris: Then why look?

WD: plot.

Chris: Just get back in

WD: Why should I?

WD gets hit by a highway sign

*He gets ragdolled off the car.*

Chris screeched to the halt

*WD somewhat struggles to get up.*

Chris: What did I tell ya?

WD: I'm fine.

Chris: mhm

WD: ¡Ponerse en marcha!

Chris: Speak english!

WD: oh my Maldito God!

Chris: Ahhh

Later at 9 am

Chris: Lets sleep

*WD has been out since 6.*

Chris: oh . . .

Chris would park near a gas station, turn off the engine and lights, and went to sleep

[15 hours later.]
*WD wakes up.*
WD: Buenos días Chris

no, there is event in middle of night idiot

(Should've said that to start with buddy.)
[Going back in time in the night...]

Chris: We are in Las Vegas

WD: And what is our plan?

Chris: I have an idea, we move North to Alaska, steal a plane to Russia

WD: Can you fly?

Chris: During business trips, I fly my jet, and on my freetime, I fly some Cessnas

WD: okay, but how will we get to Alaska in the middle of the most populated place in Las Vegas?!

Chris: First, we get to my house, then take the 95 north

WD: Sige.

Chris: We will survive

WD: Если ты так говоришь...

static

*WD starts fine tuning until he gets a good radio station.*

none

WD: f**k.

Chris: 何か問題でも？

WD: yeah, no ping. No connection.

Chris: I think you mean radio channels have been disabled

WD: We're out of range.

Chris: Are you sure? Maybe it's because radio stations have closed or radio towers have been knocked out of service.

WD: I just know.

Chris resumes driving

WD: How do I look?

Chris: not good

WD: figured..

Chris: . . .

WD: What?

Chris: Nothing

WD: alright.

Chris: Oh f**k you

*WD chuckles s bit.*

hehre

Chris: 私がどこで日本語を学んだのか疑問に思っているに違いありません, 我也會說中文, 그리고 한국어

(F**k this noise, I call a time skip vote.)

i veto, unless WD resumes speaking english

(He can't until he's either found out or they get out of the city.)

THEY ARE

*Some clicking sounds come from WD.*

Chris: Hmm?

they have been out of it for like hours

(INFORMATION WOULD'VE BEEN HELPFUL!)
WD: Finally, thank f**king god I got a hold of my settings again!

Chris: You can barely get up

WD: No, no, I'm fine...

Chris: Mhm?

WD: Yeah, just a dent is all...

Chris: mhm

WD: I'm gonna sit passenger, okay?

Chris: I'll help you out

WD: I'm good, I swear.

Chris: Okay . . .

*WD gets in the passenger seat.*

Desert for miles

WD: Creo que estamos perdidos.

Chris would stay silent

*WD shrugs and begins playing Solitaire while looking as if he's still staring outside.*

Chris: それで、あなたは何をしていますか?

WD: Ah, japonés, solo estoy entreteniéndome aquí...

Chris: 私はあなたを理解できません、もっとはっきりと話してください。

WD: Entonces, ¿por qué hablar japonés?

Chris: ねえ、私はあなたが言っていることを理解できません

WD: pero puedo entender lo que dices porque soy un Worker Drone.
*Translated text appears on WDs screen.*

Chris: we head north

WD: And? We don't even know what is going on.

Chris: Do you have any better ideas?

WD: Find out what the f**k is going on first off, Assess the situation, then Team with who we can in order to escape. I call it, the F.A.T. plan.

Chris: Do you want to risk our lives, what if it is like a serious military invasion, or infection, or some other unworldly event?

WD: Fine, should I look up the event?

Chris: If you can

WD: I'll try...
*WD turns his data on and starts looking things up.*

No wifi

(MOBILE DATA!)

forests

*He keeps looking around.*

f or e st

*He doesn't stop looking.*

Chris: Get back in

WD: Why? Nothing is out here.

Chris: So why look?

WD: because?

Chris: Just get in

WD: I'll be fine, not like anything else is out here.

Chris: Radio waves do not depend on wifi or internet

WD: I have the ability to act as a radio station, thank you for such an insult.

Chris: Well boo-hoo

WD: Man f**k you.

Chris: . .

WD: What?

Chris: . . .

WD: Seriously, what?

Silence

WD: Okay, I guess...

A loud foghorn is heard

WD: ¿Qué es eso?

Chris: What the f**k was that?

WD: Bote.

It was dark, foggy, and rainy outside

WD: No puedo ver una mierda ahí fuera.

Chris: SPEAK ENGLISH

WD: No puedo romper el carácter.

Chris: . . .

(he can't break character.)

a

(yup.)

ahem

*WD keeps looking at recent news.*

Many news outlets had been shutdown the day before

WD: f**k.

Chris: World has gone to hell

WD: yeah, but to what...?

Chris: I don't know

Nevada_Man: Oh I do!

WD: please explain.

Nevada_Man: Can't tell, goodbye

WD: F**k you.

Chris: hehe

WD: Let's just hurry this up...

Chris: We now in Oregon

WD: let's try to find a newspaper.

Chris: We are in the middle of nowhere!

WD: I'm gonna get on the roof to get a better view.

forest

*WD gets on the roof of the car.*

Later

Chris: We are here, I'll go pack up

*WD gets out and loads his Smith & Wesson 500. Bone Collector.*

Chris would quickly grab his stuff and put in his van

WD: come on man, hurry up!

Chris gets in the driver seat
Chris: get in!

*WD gets in the backseat of all places.*

Chris drives

*WD pulls the seat down and crawls into the trunk.*
WD: Si alguien pregunta soy de México.

Chris: huh

WD: sorry, if anyone asks, I'm Mexican.

Chris: What makes you say that?

WD: just... some memories...

Chris: About what?

WD: about... things...

Just then, an alert would be blasted on the radio

" This is a National Alert issued by the Department of Defense and Center for Disease Control, an immediate evacuation of the United States has been ordered by the President of the U.S. to countries overseas. If you are unable to evacuate, hide, preferably in a bunker or remote location. Due to some paranormal circumstances, we are unable to provide more info. "

WD: oh f**k...

Chris: Maybe you were righ-

A car 3 cars away would explode

WD: We should turn back.

Chris: On it!

Chris would backup, pull a 180, and start driving

WD: we're close to Canada, right?