WHY! why did i bring up the pen! it was the only time he had ever talked to Skye, and ever since he had maddening crush on her. It was insane, he never talked to her, he didn't even know her second name but girl did things in his heart that made him worry for its health. Every other time he had came close to talking to her his body would sweat, his limbs would shake and his heart, his heart would riot. "So um, why are you all worn out, did someone chase you". "OH yeah hehe" he said in a manic voice that made him put way too much empthasis on the "OH". "So should i like, call the police or somthing?" she asked in her strangley sweet confused voice. "oh no, there proberbly eaten". Did i just say that... "oh well thats... eaten?" she replied in an almost amused voice. This was not going well. The wind suddenly stepped it up a notch, and his soul died. Her skirt flew up, revealing her lovely tonned leggs and above that, her white underwear. Blood rushed to his ckeeks makeing them look like 2 slabs of ham. Blood also rushed down his torso to his groin which was less innocent but 10 times more pathetic. He tried to say somthing but all that came out was a eary croak that could have been maybe 3 words mashed into one. She looked at him like he was a strange new species that might probe her any second.
Zombies, the aderenaline was back in him. Now wasn't the time to be the panicked child. He was a man and he would conquer this situation like a man, or be eaten. "proberbly eaten" the words mocked him. NO! he thought i need to focus. He stood up straight and cleared his throat. She was still flushed, she looks cute when shes embarrased. "i think that we may be under attack from a zombie virus". He wondered if she had figured out what to call this strange new species? "listen i dont want to explain it all out here in the open, please they might be here any mo..." she cut in. "the zombies you mean" she said calming herself, though still no doubt aware of what he had seen when that strong wind hit them. "the zombies might be here any moment" As if he dident know how dumb he sounded already. "please, can we go inside". For a moment she looked as if she might comply but then she spoke. "sorry, i am sure your a nice person but i dont really feel comfortable going into a semi abandoned building with someone this drugged up on.. whatever is going around school now days" she thinks i am on drugs?. "the good thing is come tomorrow i will be the only person to remember this pleasant yet mildly worrying encounter" she gave a awkward half smile and walked past him. "maybe see you in school" she said as she tore out his heart.
Well there she goes, what was i thinking anyway he thought glumly. Even if she did believe me its not like i could protect her. Sure i did well in school with little to no effort but thats just memory. School doesn't teach you resourcefulness, or innovation, non of the require skills for a zombie slayer.
Well atleast i get to see her one last time he thought as he watched her walk into the distance, pony tail swaying from side to side, skirt bouncing as she walked. She stopped. A figure blocked the school gate. "excuse me, your in my..." she looked up. The fat mans eye was hanging out, he was so fat his belly gave a wobble as she bumped it. His fisted blood soaked hand came crashing down on her side knocking her violently to the ground. Will ran, he always fast but today he gave that word a new meaning. He closed the distance in little to no time and instinctively kicked the fat man straight in the stomach with all his momentum behind him. He kicked him so hard his eye fell out. the fat man fell and so did he, slipping on the eyeball. His hands grasped somthing metal, somthing heavy. A sign was planted in the grass near the gate. NO WALKING ON THE GRASS. It said in bold letter. It failed to mention anything about zombie killing so he figured it would be okay.
he got to his feet and yanked it out, or so he tried. it dident come out. he yanked it again, and again and again. "WHY WONT YOU MOVE?!" he shouted. He dident realize that Skye was also on her feet so when she talked into his ear his heart skipped a beat for the third time this day. "let me help she said" grabbing the sign from the other side. They yanked together and it came loose. "not exactly Excalibur is it?" she said, wounding his masculinity. "its a shame that its not, the end isn't even sharp and i always wanted to be a king" He joked, nervously. The fat, now one eyed man was back on his feet and this time there was hatred in his eye. "aim for the head" she shouted as he charged at him, his new found weapon raised above his head. He brought all his strength down on the fat man's head at once, giving it a sickening crunch. He swayed left, than right, than not at all. He fell with a crash that made the ravens on the near by tree take flight. He dropped to his knees and let the metal sign post clank to the ground. His head was buzzing. "How did you know to aim for the head" he asked, still trying to grip the full extent of today's events. "I guess i read it somewhere, or more likely watched it" Skye replied, turning away from the bloody sight in disgust.
A thought came to him, "How did people know" he said. "how did people know to aim for the zombies head, writing it into there movies, there mythologies. How long have people known about this". She looked confused "what are you trying to say". What am i trying to say?. "What if this isn't the first time something like this has happened". She looked at him with thoughtful eyes. "maybe its just a lucky guess" Skye mocked. They both laughed and suddenly this apocalypse didn't seam so bad...