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After putting together my arsenal, I grabbed that jacket, put it on, and prayed. I got down on one knee and thanked Based God for fucking my bitches. After that, I placed the lighter in my pants pocket, my Molotov cocktails in my jacket pockets. And I held my staff that had the sharp ends of the scissors poking out of the tip on both sides and headed out of the door. Now, I don’t know where they are. But I will find them. They couldn’t have gone far. I mean, this is a very small town. Even though there are like thousands of zombies in a town of what? Maybe five hundred people? I don’t know, but they seemed to multiply as the day goes by.

I walked around the town with a confidence I have never had before. I looked in every shop, every car, every crib I saw, but I couldn’t find them. “Where the hell are they?” I muttered aloud. I took a peek into this boutique. Glass was shattered. Weave was all over the place. Blood stained the walls and floors. Weave was all over the place. Yeah. This is more like it. I crept inside this dark place and called out to my friends in a high, raspy whisper. “You guys!” I called out as if dehydrated. I was. “You in here?” Nothing. I don’t think they’re in here. I’m going to leave now. “Well, I’m leaving.” Just as I turned around to leave, I heard a voice.

“Please.” She, a girl, called out. I turned around quickly. She was this small, black girl. With long, pretty hair. She looked tired, scared, and she had on a white blood stained shirt and tan shorts with a rip on the thigh part of it. Her white tennis shoes were just… awful. She limped my way, but fell on her knees. I ran over to her aide, helping her back up on her feet.

“I got you.” I told her. I walked her over to the seats and sat her down. I looked outside to see if there were any zombies coming. There weren’t. I went back over to her, placed my staff, my handmade staff, next to me, and sat down next to her.

“So… how ya doin’?” I ask her casually.

“Tired and scared.” She replied shakily. She forgot cold. I didn’t want to do this, but I took out my cocktails and handed her my jacket. Now I’m cold. “Thanks.”

“It’s why I’m here.”

“Why are you here?” She asked me.

“I’m looking for my friends and my little sister. Why are you here?”

“Because I had nowhere else to go. My family owns this place. We were all here, enjoying ourselves, laughing and having a good time doing people’s hair when a kid came in here dressed in all black sprinted at my mom and ripped her neck open. Blood gushed out. But that made more of them come in. They all feasted on my family. My dad put me in the backroom and told me to wait until he came to get me. That was an hour ago.” Well shit. That was kinda sad.

“What do you like to do?” I asked her, trying to change the subject.

“Write.” She responded. “Poems, mostly. But I do write a few stories every now and then.”

“You’re a poet? What poems have you written?” I said, smiling.

“Well, there’s one called, ‘Child with the Wild Hair’.” She responded. I know this seems a little off topic, but come on. She just lost her family. We all need a little something to our minds off of flesh eating zombies. “Do you write any poems?”

“No. I wish I was as good at poetry as this one person I kinda know. Oh well.” After that, we started talking more about ourselves and getting into our lives. Apparently, she’s fourteen, sad face, she’s part Indian, Native American, and she hates being normal. Sweet. After that Hallmark moment we had, we decided that it was time to go. “Stay low and stay close.” I told her. “These zombies seem to get smarter or something as time goes back.” She nodded and we left the boutique.

(I owe you for putting Jay in one of your stories, BFAT. Common Courtesy.
I haven't forgotten about you, Gigs.)


Submitted: February 14, 2014

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Volatile

Haha congrats poetic :)

Sat, February 15th, 2014 3:25am

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Well.... Who do you think will.... Don't wanna spoil it. Lol.

Fri, February 14th, 2014 9:41pm

PoeticMe♥

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! I Love you so much BFAT! Thank you!!! I'm so honored *Tear of joy*, but 15 now BFAT :P! Just so happy! ~Poetic

Sat, February 15th, 2014 3:36am

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A thank you for including Jay.

Fri, February 14th, 2014 9:43pm

Volatile

Ohmygod! I found that part! :( how did I miss it before? Sorry. I got to be careful when I read :)

Tue, February 18th, 2014 11:15pm

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Its my fault. I should've mentioned it a few times.

Tue, February 18th, 2014 3:30pm

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