YURI
A couple things have happened on this glorious day of the second week of the zombie apocalypse. First things first, we're boarded up in a gun shop. I have a gun now, which I don't know how to use. Secondly, two of my new friends-ish have decided to temporarily ditch us here for some reason, which I can assume has to do with 'chemistry', and left me here with the lady who thinks she's a cop and my little sister who is in elementary school.
As much as I know Arizona can use a gun, I would rather be taught by an adult - a professional like June.
Another thing that happened on this glorious day is...the zombies attacked. I scope the area every morning with my binoculars, but I didn't see a thing. They showed up out of nowhere. They are currently gnawing at the doors downstairs, which are our first line of defense. The stairwell has a door at the bottom which Olive and I boarded up. We lined the stairs with left over wood and random supplies from the first floor. It officially smells like deer urine and fish bait down there. It could probably rot the flesh from my face if I stayed down there long enough, so there's a good chance it could kill the fungus.
At the same time, June and Rogers are out there, probably surrounded by the undead. If they wanted to get in, they're screwed.
Olive and I are on the roof with Raisinette and Austin Powers, in case any movement below goes unseen through my binoculars or Olive's "hawk's eyes".
I really hope June comes back. Not just for her dog, but for Arizona. It's not that I don't think Olive can protect her, it's just that June is sane.
YURI
This is the story of how I got here, and not even Arizona knows it.
I mentioned my mother was killed by the spores. That's only half-way true.
I found her in the kitchen on the day the spore bombs were dropped. She was unfortunately highly susceptible to them and turned pretty fast. She was my only family besides Arizona, and the person who paid for my meds. She also had a medical marijuana card, but by the time I found her it was stuck to her moldy, slimy skin. I was more upset about my lack of drugs than the loss of my mother, and it drove me to do some very despicable things.
The electric stove was on, and there was a pot of boiling water in my mother's hand. I can't blame her for throwing it on my face, but the retaliation was still on her, the human being, not the parasitic nerve controlling zombie spores. I was just so angry, and now there was a burn covering half of my face. I couldn't see out of my right eye and I could not hear out of my right ear. So in my partially blind rage I grabbed my mother by her hair and shoulder and slammed her rotting face into the stove top. There was still enough human left in her for her screams to sound like my mother's. I held her down until the majority of flesh became singed to the point of disrepair. Without the nerves, the spores couldn't travel freely through her body and control her motor functions anymore.
I released her and attempted to remove the card from her hip but it had become too smudged and dilapidated to read. I was furious. I grabbed an electric razor from the bathroom and shaved off my dead burnt hair to better tend to the wounds on my scalp - even though I had been growing it out to show how long it had been since my last chemo treatment, grabbed Arizona, who had headphones on and missed everything, and left.
JUNE
The aisles of the Payless were covered in shards of glass. Rogers threw his cleats onto the floor and sat down on a bench to try on a few new pairs of shoes. His were worn down from all the walking, or so he said. My Converse were still holding up, but I didn't mention that. I just let him have his fun.
I took a post at the window we shattered to get in to make sure no zombies followed us in. I needed to practice my aim anyways. I didn't need newbies cleaning up after my sloppy marksmanship. A boomstick should finish the job in one, maybe two hits.
THUD.
Both of us jumped. A raspy groan came from the stockroom at the back of the store. It appeared to me that someone had trapped a zombie back there. It also appeared to me that it was only trapped by a deadbolt, which didn't look like it'd hold much longer.
Rogers cussed very loudly and I glanced over at him. The sudden noise made him step directly into glass. His bare feet were already bleeding. He looked at me with complete and utter terror in his eyes, but I already knew better than to try and save him. A faint blue glow and a slimy substance began to ooze from his open wounds. Mold and mushrooms sprouted in seconds from his ankles.
"Hey June" he said, looking into the double barrels of my boomstick. "I'm glad you get to be the one who kills me."
He threw his shovel to the ground.
I shot him once in the chest. I couldn't destroy his face. He had those dark, mysterious, fierce eyes. Like my Rin did.
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