"Mo-Molly!" I squeal.
Twice I call out to her, only to be ignored. I look back to see what she's doing, she's reading - strange I think to myself, Molly doesn't like to read so I scan her face. I get a slight sense of amazement when I do. I don't think I've ever - In my entire nineteen years of life met anyone more dumb then my best friend Mol.
I watch as she places the book down on the bed beside herself, remove the cucumber from her eyes and stare at me, as in to say - what?
"Molly - what are you doing?" I ask, confused.
"Reading duh!" she replies.
"And how on earth are you managing to do such a thing?" I walk over to the bed, pick up the two slices of cucumber and wiggle them in front of her face. "How are you reading, when you have these covering your eyes?" I say while frowning.
"I was reading - mentally," Molly shrugs before asking me - "What did you want anyway, before you rudely interrupted me?"
"Look out the window; I think everyone has turned into zombies!" I exclaim.
Molly walks over to the window, after giving me an odd look; she opens the window and peers out.
"Whoa, oh - my - God!" are the words she mouths, as she turns to face me.
"See, I knew it, they're all dead! What are we going to do?" I panic before been cut off by my best friends' voice.
"He's sooo hot!" she gasps.
I quickly run back over to the window and lean against the frame so I also can look out.
"He's dead Molly," I announce to her, after I spot the young man she's gawking at.
"He's like, dead - hot," Mol replies.
I glance at her again in shock, before I grab her arm, pull her downstairs and drag her into the kitchen. I run over to the cupboard under the sink, open it and pull out a bag.
"Help me fill this with essentials!" I command, as I begin to stack tins of food on the counter, ready to put them into the backpack. I notice while I'm choosing what tins to take, out of the corner of my eyes, Mol is filling the bag - she's actually helping, I can't believe it - I grin to myself.
"Molly, you do know - the town, it's overrun with zombies and we need to pack essentials to survive!" I snap at her.
"Of course I do - duh," she replies while heating a frying pan.
"Then why have you packed fish and milk?" I say through gritted teeth, as I lift the bag to show her the items inside it. I pull them all out, one by one and lay them on the table top, then look at her puzzled.
"Because fish and milk are good for you, therefore they're essentials."
"Molly, how long do you expect fish and milk to stay fresh? And what the hell are you doing with that pan?" I shout, as I feel my temper reaching boiling point.
"I'm hungry, so I thought I'd make us a bacon bun."
"A bacon bun!?" I say, but choose not to continue. I won't get through to her, I'd be wasting my time so instead - I roll my eyes at Molly and I leave her to it. At least she's safe, so while she's out of the way, I remove the fish and milk from the bag. I then replace the useless items with tins of food, a few small bottles of water and a first aid kit.
"Ok I'm ready - let's go we need to get out here!" I scream.
"Alice - I'm stood two meters away, will you quit screaming!" Molly grumbles, whilst covering her ears.
I chuck the back pack over my shoulder; I stare at Mol and say sternly. "Molly, you know we have been friends for many years - I love you sooo much and the last thing I'd want for you - is to see you being torn apart by a pack of zombies!" I watch as her face softens, she removes her hands from her ears and I believe I'm actually getting through that thick skull of hers. "Come on, lets try and get out of here, before it's too late for the both of us," I say gently, talking to Mol in a way you'd do a child.
"So, that's a no to the bacon bun then?" Molly replies.
"Ugh!" I moan as I take hold of her arm and drag her to the front door, only to be confronted by a zombie - my brother Mike.
"Mike! Loving the new look, it's a bit morbid - but it suits you." Molly says to my zombie brother.
"Mol, he's dead! I cry as I tug her arm, pulling her toward the back door.
"He's just hungry Alice!"
"Hungry for our flesh!" I squeal as I unlock the back door and escape from Mike. Both hand in hand, we run toward the gate and out onto the darkened road. I see Molly's car and we make our way straight to it. We both climb in, secure our seatbelts and we sit for a minute before I turn and ask - "Where are your keys Hun?"
"In a safe place," she replies proudly.
"Mol, where is that safe place?" I say, my voice cracking as I become a little nervous.
"If I tell you, it wouldn't be safe anymore, would it?" Molly replies as zombies crowed the car, clawing and slapping the windows.
"We are so dead!" I scream as I watch a zombie press its head against the drivers' side window and begin spreading blackened saliva all over it.
"Why are we dead?" Molly asks with a confused expression.
"We can't stay here forever, the zombies will get to us eventually - we're going to be eaten alive!" I shout at her.
"Well I've got an idea - how about driving the car through them and outta here?"
"It'd be a fantastic idea if you didn't hide your keys!" I shout at her.
"Who said I hid them? I left them in a safe place - they're in the ignition," she replies calmly. "I always leave them there, I figured if there was ever a zombie apocalypse - we'd want to get out of town fast."
I lean forward, smack my head on the steering wheel and in doing so - sound the horn.
"Well - that was very mature of you Alice! Attract a town full of zombies to us why don't you. Gosh and I thought I was the thick one!"
I turn and look at Molly gob smacked.
"Well erm - drive then!" she commands along with a serious expression upon her face.
So I do, I start the engine and drive - Through and over the pack of zombies although, we only make it to the end of the street before the car slowly comes to a stop.
"Oh Alice! You've just reminded me - petrol, I need to fill the car up asap," Molly mentions.
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