LIMA
At first, I thought I was gonna die, but then I saw a figure running towards the grocery store from across the street. I was saved! I couldn't tell who it was through the smoke, but I assumed it was Princess. She'd scold me big time for being so reckless, but it'd be okay because I get to live to be scolded.
I pushed my shopping cart in front of me and stepped back with my skillet at the ready. The door swung open and an unusually merry whistling followed. It wasn't Princess; it was that scrawny neighbor boy with a weird fetish for all things Japanese. I thought he had a heart condition to keep him from doing too much, but I was clearly incorrect.
He was one syllable into my name when he froze in his tracks. I had never heard such a girly scream come from a guy until I heard Chazz's reaction to the zombie at the opposite end of the aisle. He threw the book he was carrying at it. Its jaw became unhinged and fell off, which caused Chazz to shriek louder. At least nobody had to worry about being bitten now, though.
I grabbed the handle of my cart and pulled it back while the zombie was still disoriented, and pushed it toward the door as fast as I could, knocking Chazz over and into the dry canned goods as I went. He was ridiculously light, which I thanked the heavens for. I pushed the rack closest to the door over, which in turn knocked over every aisle rack behind it, leaving a mess of rotten and stale goods everywhere. Chazz commented loudly about how 'cool' I was and I made the tough decision to conk him upside the head with the skillet to shut him up. He fainted before the cast iron touched a single one of his long curly golden hairs.
Good, I like men better when they're silent.
CHAZZ
I didn't know how I got there, but Lima was pushing me down the street in a shopping cart, and Princess was in front of her, yelling. She was pretty upset with her, or maybe us. She was ranting about how dumb we were to sneak off, and how she needed Lima there to supervise the crops and skin chickens and whatnot. She eventually admitted that she was scared because she relied on Lima because she couldn't so much as flip a pancake without causing a mess.
Lima had her head hung low the whole time. After Princess was done with the yelling, she shoved a gun into Lima's hands, saying that if she saw any movement, to just point and shoot. Then she went on ahead to scout the area for us in advance.
I got out of the cart and skittered to Lima's side. She was glowering at the ground, so I decided to cheer her up. My method was, as I'd figure, not so effective. I called her 'lemur' because she was cute and fluffy, and she called me an idiot because she hated me. She didn't wanna talk, so I decided to tell her about myself. I figured even the annoying nerd was better to focus on than that inner pity party she was having. I told her about my gamer's club at Specter U, and about my vast collection of manga and anime, and my D'nD characters. I told her about my music and how J-pop and J-rock influenced me and calmed me when I was having heart problems. I got to talk for a few hours, since we had to take the long way back to avoid more zombies.
At one point, that deep angry scowl on Lima's face faded and she just gave me this confused look. I asked her if she wanted me to stop. She simply called me cute and picked up her pace and started whistling the same Gackt song I was whistling earlier.
MALCOLM
I carried one flare with me for the moment I would need somebody, preferably not that hoodlum Princess, to let me into the dome. I kept the flare in my lower pants pocket, and thank the Lord that harlot Carla didn't steal it. Her list of sins shows she would if she knew.
I moved the group up a fire escape and looked out at the dome. There were zombies surrounding it. Inside, I could see several tall buildings, and a couple plows in a field. People were in there. Potential souls to save.
I saw no way to enter, so I took the flare gun from my pocket and fired it into the sky. The noise frightened the harlot, who nearly jumped to her death over the railing. The large feminine man she had collected to join her band of evildoers snatched her by her shirt before she slipped too far, then began to antagonize me for not warning them before firing the flare. I told him that I have no time to worry about the un-saveable types such as them three. The two girls had to hold him back. That was God's hand working to keep the righteous man - myself, protected from harm.
It didn't take long for someone to respond to the flare, but the response didn't come from inside the dome. Below, on the street, a group of women with a shopping cart waved to us. The woman who appeared to be their leader, a black woman with a blue bandanna on her head, called up to me to ask me if I had set off the flare. I had taken a vow to now mingle with the lesser races, but I wanted to get in to the dome, so I descended the stairs.
When the group of three approached me, I noticed that one of the women was in fact, male. It's vile how some men can take on the appearance of women. Their trickery shall be punished when the kingdom comes.
The black woman introduced herself as Princess Kennedy. The harlot introduced my group. Princess led us to the dome and let us in after clearing the way of zombies.
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