JUNE
It's been a few days with the new friends I've made. Past all the creepy backwoodsyness of Jared, I'm also finding him to be kind of attractive. My view usually consists of him anyways. He won't leave my side. Earlier, I tried to get him to take a firearm since he's so ready to protect, but he insists all he needs (for life) is a shovel. Right. Cause a shovel can blow out a zombie's stinkin' brains at twenty yards.
Olive, though she's a couple crackers short of a sleeve, has taken the liberty of getting close to Yuri and Arizona for us. I spent a lot of time before the bombs dropped with just Rin, so I have some pretty lame people skills. Having Olive here very likely means I'll live longer. Maybe long enough to personally confront Picketfence and put a bullet in each of his bodily orifices for murdering my wife and ruining my life.
All of us seem to have the same sour feelings toward the president, Yuri for the murder of his mother and lack of current access to drugs for his virus, Olive for the injustice to the American people(I think), and Jared for apparently something about lack of customers to his business, which he has yet to clarify... Point is: we're going to offer this Princess girl, who I've heard has plans to pay a visit to Picketfence once she builds an army, our services.
I want my revenge. We've been out on our Specter City trek for a few hours now, and I've gotten some practice in for that fateful moment to come, by firing zombies down execution style. It feels good to unload a gun.
We stopped once so I could get more ammunition and decided to stay there for the night. I helped Yuri board up the doors and windows while Olive made us all beds out of animal pelts - it was a hunting supply store after all.
The dome was only a day's walk away.
PEACHY
I'm gonna fight him. I'm gonna fight nurse Craven for Princess. He can't just come waltzing in here with his fancy accent and his fleek moustache and take my woman!
The note is on his desk - the one I wrote to call him out. I know he's just here to creep. He can't have her. I'm gonna make her mine and make -him- leave.
The note tells him it's time for him to face me, no weapons, no friends, no nothin'! It's time for hand-to-hand combat.
I've been planning this for three days now, hanging upside down from my crunch bar in my doorway doing crunches excessively and breaking a major sweat. My abs are like granite though. You could grate cheese on these babies. I've also been practicing kung-fu religiously. All pressure points memorized. All potential attack formations to leave the foe way open, memorized. My victory speech, memorized.
I plan to legitimately murder this guy. Maybe Princess is the kind of girl who likes personalized gifts, like heads on the end of wooden poles. Because yes, I do have the physical strength to pull a man's head off of his shoulders. I may be 5'5", 100lbs, but I am 100lbs of pure energy.
It might seem like an awful waste to do away with a potential fighter, but you don't get many chances to find true love in the zombie apocalypse and he doesn't get to take that chance away from me.
I chose our fight to the death to occur tomorrow at dawn.
VIK
Vik's day started with a chat. Princess, the one who keeps getting away, insists that Vik needed to dress more properly, in order to hide more weapons on his body. Vik initially laughed at this, for Vik had once manged to hide an entire unopened bottle of vodka on his body when he was otherwise fully naked, but Princess did not find it so funny. Princess set out for Vik a full set of special ops gear and clothing in his art locker. Vik refuses to even look at his bulletproof vest until he absolutely must.
As the day went on, Vik decided that with the new members of camp, that Vik might try to pick up a special girl or guy for fun and probably naked times. When Vik checked the highest dorms for Princess's top crew, who were all, shall he say, fit, he found only the man hater with the big hair, who screamed(in excitement of course) and slammed her door in Vik's face.
It is hard for Vik, being so attractive it scares people.
At the end of the hall, Vik saw the sick child's mother. Usually, she was with her son, but he was missing in action - with the girl he liked, Vik assumed. Vik approached the slightly older woman, who saved Vik the trouble and backed into a corner herself, and he asked her if she wanted to have a good time. She told Vik to get dressed and tried to slide away. Vik told her that she was alone now and that her privacy was assured if Vik could help it. She said she wasn't into men half her age, which Vik knew was a lie. Everyone loves Vik. Vik flashed her his favorite(and only) accessory: his tongue piercing. She screamed(also in excitement) and shoved Vik out of the way so she could hide her blush in her room with the man-hater.
Vik felt his day had been made. Maybe Vik could fight the enemy with just his charm.
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