Shit, shit, shit! How the fuck could I do that?!
I threw my rifle to the ground as I fell to my knees and burst into tears. My hands covered my face, so all you could see were the X’s on my hands. Flea stood behind me and kicked my ass. She told me “you better get the fuck up, you dumb bitch.” She was rather comical, in that kind of sense, even after what I had just done. She was my Hetero-life-partner, the Jay to my Silent Bob, the Cheech to my Chong, the Robin to my Batman. Forever “gerlfrands” we were. But we were never like that. I didn’t realize I had known her my entire life until the invasion.
We were walking Bear Street by the Carousel Mall. We were walking down Bear Street with Eight other people. We were walking down Bear Street with Jeremy, Barf, Alfalfa, Spud, Tiny, Dino, Lardass, Millie, Flea and myself, X. We were walking down Bear Street with ten rifles and 50 shells. We were walking down Bear Street with Low expectations.
We were walking down Bear Street absolutely clueless.
We thought we had cleared the majority of the city out. Clipboard told us that the city should have been mostly cleared out… I remember the fear striking my veins harder and faster than a thousand knives piercing my torso in a pain so incredible.
We never walked in a line, or in any type of order. The only constant was Flea and I. We walked in the back, side by side. Her rife in her left hand, mine in my right. I was always on the right and she was on the left. Everyone walked in front of us, always. They were always scattered walking in scraggly, straight, randomly wild, fast and slow lines.
Then they came… I was so scared. I knew we wouldn’t have enough ammunition. We couldn’t call for backup, how would we? The ghouls kept coming closer, how slow they were moving built up the tension and fear of the mere thought of them getting closer and closer. I didn’t realize it, but I had fired my rifle about three times. I somehow had hit two Z, and there lay Dino with a rife in one hand and a crowbar in the other. There was a bullet hole in the back of his head… I feared the sight of his face.
I didn’t see it, but he bounced. He was a chubster, let me tell you. He used to be a cop, all of the donuts and coffee must’ve gotten to him. Before I knew it, eight people were running past me in hopes of getting back to the blue. Again, Flea kicked my ass and said; “if you become one of those fuckers, I’m going to make sure that I’m the one to pop a cap in your ass.” I stood, and started to follow. I tripped multiple times on my shoes, they didn’t fit me, and I had just taken them because everyone was leaving.
Flea fell. She couldn’t get up.
“You were just yelling at me to get my fat ass up, now you better.” I yelled. She didn’t respond. She just laid there on the blacktop. “Flea?” She moved a little bit. Everyone else was long gone. I ran back to her, and stood her up. Simultaneously, she screamed in murderous pain. I was so scared as to what was going on.
Zack grew closer.
“What is wrong?” I asked angrily.
“MY FUCKIN’ ANKLE, SON-OF-A-BITCH!” She screamed back.
Of course. She’s broken her ankles a million times, every time I had been there. She could never do it without me. Bitch. She must’ve slipped on the ice. I somehow found a way to throw her over my shoulder and I began walking with speed. Speed walking, six steps a second more than Z, well not six, but bigger steps counting as two. I did the math in my head, we were about thirty steps in front of them now, at this rate we would be 21600 steps ahead in an hour. A step was almost two feet for me, one for Z. There are 0.0001894 miles in a foot. 21600 times 0.0001894 is about four and a half miles. If I keep going at this rate I’ll be a little over four miles ahead of them in an hour. This is good. How did I remember how many miles are in a foot? I’m hanging around that dude Calc too much.
I kept my steady pace forward. I heard the moans getting more and more quiet. The sun was setting, and my shoulder was absolutely numb. When did Flea gain so much weight? She was so disgustingly skinny now. We both used to be really fat kids growing up; it seems like so long ago… She probably hadn’t eaten in a few days. She had a tendency of giving her food to the little kids, she meant well, but often forgot to feed herself. She forgets to sometimes.
“Flea, when did you eat last?”
“Well, Uh, I dunno.”
“Doesn’t your stomach hurt from not eating? You’re a moron.”
“Well, right now the only pain I can feel is my BROKEN ANKLE. Actually, I don’t notice stomach pains anymore I kind of block them out.”
“You’re going to starve yourself, you fucking idiot.”
“I’d rather starve to death than live another day here.” I couldn’t blame her. We’d all hated the blue. We were protected (or we protected), but nothing would compare to our cul-de-sac of home. North Main Street in Jordan, that’s where we wanted to be. Nothing else could ever come close to those houses. I don’t even remember how we got to the airport; it’s pretty far away… almost twenty-one miles… I think we drove. We were only fifteen but we often stole my father’s mini-van. When the invasion happened both our families had all gotten bitten and devoured. Well, my sister didn’t. Our neighbors rarely leave their house, so they hadn’t either. We forced them in the van and drove off… Yes, I remember very clearly now.
“I know Flea, but Fuck, we gotta live. I don’t know why exactly, but we gotta make it though this bullshit, One day at a time. We’re going to go back home safely one day, back to your house because my house is ugly.”
We continued down Bear Street without a Z in sight, and everything was calm for the first time in a while. I threw her to the ground and she got pissed, but I don’t care how pissed she gets anymore. Ha. I threw Casey’s coat that I was wearing under her ass and pulled her by the arm.
“Hey, you think Dino tasted good?” she asked.
“No, Too fatty. Did he really bounce?” I replied.
“HAHA! Yeah! That fatass fuckin’ flew!”