We see her walking down main street like, it’s an ordinary day. Unafraid of being attacked. She kneels down to look into a candy store.
“Hey! Hey…you!”
“You know CJ, the worst time to yell on a deserted street is in the midst of a zombie outbreak…just saying.”
*Raaarhhh*
“…oops…”
“Where’s it at?”
*RRRrr*
It jumps out of the candy store straight at Izzy. “Watch out!” Connor kicks it in the back, it falls forward onto a large piece of broken glass stuck in the window. “…No, don’t go in there…”
“Flo, stop her! Odds are there’re more in there!”
“Yo…um, girl! Stop…”
She walks into the store unconcerned. “What’s she doing?”
*Graaaaw*
“Crap…Connor..?”
“I know, I know. How many?”
“Not too many…I hope.”
“So, we’re gonna be heroes?”
“Yeah C, we’re gonna try. Flo keep your eyes on her.”
“Yup. Hey, Vic…Vic!”
“Yeah…”
“Keep the doors closed and stay low okay?”
“Yeah…”
*Smash*
*Clang*
“You okay C?”
“Yeah, I got it. Yes, killed one! Ahh!”
“Flo, where are you?”
I run in, slide in-between two of them, hitting one in the knee sending it buckling just as it’s about to launch for the girl. It tumbles over and falls into a shelf of candy bars. The other one turns towards me as I get up.
I run around the shelf barely escaping a swipe, CJ runs past me in a panic crashing into a soda display knocking all of them over. He picks up a broken bottle neck, jumps and thrusts it right into the zombies eye.
“Two! Yeah!”
“C, stop celebrating. Focus up!”
“Oh, my bad. On my way.”
I grab another broken bottle neck and swing a right hook into the temple of the zombie chasing me. “Owe, damn.”
“You alright?”
“Yeah. Bottle cut my hand.”
The second Z is stuck between the three of us, it lunges for me first. Connor takes his hammer and swings the spiked end into its head. Its mouth’s wide open an inch away from my face, I can see the hammer through its teeth. It buckles to its knees its hand still stretched out towards me as it falls.
CJ yanks the hammer out of its head. “Eww, gross. I got it on my shoe!”
“Could be worse C.”
“Where’d she go?”
I find her first. “Hey, you okay? Can you hear me?”
“Think she’s in shock?”
“I dunno…” She’s standing near the back of the store, staring at a wall of taffy. “Hello?”
“I dunno…C, what are you doing?”
“What?? Come on, it’s a candy store. You didn’t see this coming?”
“Just…get me something good too.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I got you Bro.”
“Flo, we need to bandage your hand.”
“Oh, yeah.”
“That hurt?”
“No, you’re fine.”
“Did anything from the zombie mix in?”
“No, don’t think so. I was pretty careful.”
“All set.”
“Thanks.”
“Hey…you alright? You almost died a few minutes ago, do you know that?”
“…I trusted you…”
“Whoa…okay, so…what’s the deal?”
“I used to come here a lot before…Taffy’s my fav.”
“Okay…”
The office door to the store opens slowly. Connor and CJ rush in to fight off a few more late zombie arrivers. “Connor, watch out!”
“Got it, C watch out for the one on the floor.”
“Ahhh! Watch out!”
*RArrr*
I wasn’t quick enough. It grabs her, “Help! Connor!” Another one grabs me by the leg, taking me down.
“No…No…help help! CJ! Connor!”
*Whack*
I look up to see Vic pulling the end of sword out of the zombie’s skull. “Decided to join us?”
“It sounded like too much fun, rude for not inviting me Flo.”
“Figured you’d do what you usually do, show up out of nowhere.”
“Glad to not dissapoint. Scuse me a sec.”
“Where did they come from?”
“Dunno lil’ brother.”
“Where to then?”
“Let’s get the others.”
Vic makes a quick slash chopping a Z’s arm off at the elbow. It turns its attention to him, tries to grab him with its nub. Just as it reaches with the other hand Vic ducks to the side, kicks the back of its knee and plunges the sword down through the top of its head. “Nice moves.”
“And you said joining a dodgeball team was a waste of time. You okay? Get scratched or anything?”
“No…I’m fine…thanks.”
“You’re…welcome…I’m Vic and this is Flo…”
“You guys alright?”
“Yeah. Where’d they all come from?”
“Zombies…undead by default, silent by nature.”
“Doing alright Vic?”
“For now.”
“Suns going down, looks to me like dinner time.”
“What are you in the mood for?”
“I’m thinking Italian…no, pizza…no, burgers…”
“Stop you’re making me hungry.”
“Thanks, for helping me out.”
“Whoa.”
“I’m Izzy.”
“What were you doing?”
“Yeah, don’t you know what’s going on?”
Izzy stares at the taffy, looking for the answer to CJ’s question. After a while we all start stare with her. Fixated on this wall of taffy bins like, it’s everything we could want. For this small moment, we’re free from Zs.
Thanks to Izzy, we’re all calm for the first time since it all started.
“So, which ones we trying first?”
Gustavo Lomas 