TAY:
(‘T: “Okay! Here we go!” *metal clinking*
L: “Parry, can you pass the milk?”
P: “I don’t even know if this is expired or no-”
*Splashing*
P: Ah, crud.
O: Parry! You ruined the-
*Buzzing*
S: SHUT UP!’)
…Okay…
*Ahem.* So. We were running up the stairs, me, Lina, a dog, a mewling cat, and three fish. Way to not attract attention. We raced up the stairs, squealing, before darting into my room and locking the door.
Then we sat around in shock for at least an hour while my dog barked, my cat shrieked, and my fish…did fishy things.
It was the pounding on the door that eventually got us out of our trance.
There was a lot of shuffling and scratching noises outside the room. Me and Lina both looked at each other at the same time. Simultaneously, we thought Zombies. (‘Actually, I was thinking about how we didn’t have to have that girl as our babysitter anymore.’)
The only thing standing between us and a squadron of flesh eating monsters was a piece of wood and a thin strip of metal that we call a “lock”. Great.
My gaze then wandered from the door to my bedroom window. There was a thirty feet drop to my backyard, and then there was the pool. Me and Lina (‘P: It’s actually Lina and I’) had both read enough spy books and watched too many spy movies to know that if you pencil pose jump into a water source, you could survive a tall drop.
Our dog and cat, however, were going to be a problem. So we did the only logical thing we could think of: I watched as Lina threw my lamp through the window, shattering it, before grabbing my dog and leaping out of the room. I was still too much in shock to do anything, instead, I just ran to my window and looked down.
Lina emerged, along with Petey, spluttering and coughing. I shrugged and jumped too.
It was nothing like the movies. For one, I didn’t account for how cold the water was, and neither did my cat, who immediately panicked. My feet had also struck the bottom pretty hard, since I had dived in at a pretty shallow end, and now it felt like they were broken. I had also narrowly missed hitting the side of the pool, which was for sure to break my feet, but for now they just hurt a lot.
After a few seconds, I managed to drag myself out of the pool, where Lina was waiting with Petey and the fish. They seemed okay. Luckily, the bowl had a fancy waterproof lid, and the fish were sloshing happily when Lina stuffed the whole container in her dripping wet backpack.
We threw ourselves into the pool slippers that mom keeps in the backyard, and then we were on our way, away from our house and instead towards the zombie infested streets.
I lived in a pretty small town, and the only big road led to the next town. We didn’t know it at the time, but we were heading straight for that town.
Me and Lina (‘Lina and I’) ran for…I think a few miles in that direction.
We eventually stopped to catch our breath, before looking at each other. Then everyone launched into questions, doubts, comments, outbursts, and swears.
“Did we-”
“Was that-”
“How did-”
“Water? Pool? Fish?”
“BARK! WOOF! WOOF WOOF!”
“Meow! Mrrroowwww!”
“…plop.”
Some of that later, we got thirsty, so we started heading for the commercial area. But that was at least half a mile away, so Lina thought that we should go to a house to get water.
Lina approached this little white house down the block, hesitating before mashing the doorbell. “LET US IN!” she screamed. A couple of shadows moved in the curtained windows, one of the shadows gesticulating wildly to the other one, as if comprehending Lina.
“WE KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE!” Lina screamed. “LET US IN!”
The shadows went still before disappearing into the house.
“Oh for-” Lina went silent as she took off a hairpin, sticking it into the doorknob’s keyhole. Turning away from the spectacle, I turned my head to look down the street. I noticed a shambling figure, drawn to the noise, come closer. Then it saw me. It came in our direction faster.
“Lina,” I said, out of the corner of my mouth. She didn’t notice. “Lina!” I mumbled, this time louder. Her hairpin snapped, and she stomped her foot in frustration. The zombie approaching was now only five feet away.
“Lina!”
“WHAT?” she roared, just as the door opened, revealing a middle aged couple.
“WHAT?” roared the man who answered the door, just as the zombie pounced on him. Me and Lina darted inside as another zombie approached from down the street, drawn by the noise. The man and woman screamed as they were attacked.
We headed for the kitchen.
Then I proceeded to watch Lina say “Jackpot!” as she found one of those bottled water squares as I heroically hid in the pantry.
LINA:
I’ll pick it up from here. So after watching my brother demonstrate to me the definition of cowardice, I looked around for somewhere to hide.
Tay may have been a complete scaredy-cat (Hey!) but he at least knew what self preservation was, unlike that couple from earlier.
The way I saw it, I had two options. Fight or flight, as the old saying goes. The couple that lived here had ultimately decided to go with the “freeze” option. Seeing how that didn’t go too well for them, I decided to not freeze.
My brother had gone for flight, and there was no way the pantry was going to fit two people.
I picked up a pair of scissors on the counter. My dog growled as two zombies lumbered into the room. Petey lunged forward and bit one of them on the leg, and I skewered it on the arm. The other zombie pressed me against the table, so I reached over and broke a vase over its head.
It growled and stumbled back, just as Tay flung open the door as hard as he could. “LINA! I’m coming to-” the door slammed into the zombie and blew open its fragile skull, its head exploding in a mix of flesh and brain.
“Oh geez!” he said. “I uh…I meant to do that!”
Two more walked in. They-*Bkkzzttt.*
(
T: ‘Errr…what was that?’
O: Parry! The milk must be destroying the machine!
O: What have you-
*Brkkkztt*)
(‘T: “Okay! Here we go!” *metal clinking*
L: “Parry, can you pass the milk?”
P: “I don’t even know if this is expired or no-”
*Splashing*
P: Ah, crud.
O: Parry! You ruined the-
*Buzzing*
S: SHUT UP!’)
…Okay…
*Ahem.* So. We were running up the stairs, me, Lina, a dog, a mewling cat, and three fish. Way to not attract attention. We raced up the stairs, squealing, before darting into my room and locking the door.
Then we sat around in shock for at least an hour while my dog barked, my cat shrieked, and my fish…did fishy things.
It was the pounding on the door that eventually got us out of our trance.
There was a lot of shuffling and scratching noises outside the room. Me and Lina both looked at each other at the same time. Simultaneously, we thought Zombies. (‘Actually, I was thinking about how we didn’t have to have that girl as our babysitter anymore.’)
The only thing standing between us and a squadron of flesh eating monsters was a piece of wood and a thin strip of metal that we call a “lock”. Great.
My gaze then wandered from the door to my bedroom window. There was a thirty feet drop to my backyard, and then there was the pool. Me and Lina (‘P: It’s actually Lina and I’) had both read enough spy books and watched too many spy movies to know that if you pencil pose jump into a water source, you could survive a tall drop.
Our dog and cat, however, were going to be a problem. So we did the only logical thing we could think of: I watched as Lina threw my lamp through the window, shattering it, before grabbing my dog and leaping out of the room. I was still too much in shock to do anything, instead, I just ran to my window and looked down.
Lina emerged, along with Petey, spluttering and coughing. I shrugged and jumped too.
It was nothing like the movies. For one, I didn’t account for how cold the water was, and neither did my cat, who immediately panicked. My feet had also struck the bottom pretty hard, since I had dived in at a pretty shallow end, and now it felt like they were broken. I had also narrowly missed hitting the side of the pool, which was for sure to break my feet, but for now they just hurt a lot.
After a few seconds, I managed to drag myself out of the pool, where Lina was waiting with Petey and the fish. They seemed okay. Luckily, the bowl had a fancy waterproof lid, and the fish were sloshing happily when Lina stuffed the whole container in her dripping wet backpack.
We threw ourselves into the pool slippers that mom keeps in the backyard, and then we were on our way, away from our house and instead towards the zombie infested streets.
I lived in a pretty small town, and the only big road led to the next town. We didn’t know it at the time, but we were heading straight for that town.
Me and Lina (‘Lina and I’) ran for…I think a few miles in that direction.
We eventually stopped to catch our breath, before looking at each other. Then everyone launched into questions, doubts, comments, outbursts, and swears.
“Did we-”
“Was that-”
“How did-”
“Water? Pool? Fish?”
“BARK! WOOF! WOOF WOOF!”
“Meow! Mrrroowwww!”
“…plop.”
Some of that later, we got thirsty, so we started heading for the commercial area. But that was at least half a mile away, so Lina thought that we should go to a house to get water.
Lina approached this little white house down the block, hesitating before mashing the doorbell. “LET US IN!” she screamed. A couple of shadows moved in the curtained windows, one of the shadows gesticulating wildly to the other one, as if comprehending Lina.
“WE KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE!” Lina screamed. “LET US IN!”
The shadows went still before disappearing into the house.
“Oh for-” Lina went silent as she took off a hairpin, sticking it into the doorknob’s keyhole. Turning away from the spectacle, I turned my head to look down the street. I noticed a shambling figure, drawn to the noise, come closer. Then it saw me. It came in our direction faster.
“Lina,” I said, out of the corner of my mouth. She didn’t notice. “Lina!” I mumbled, this time louder. Her hairpin snapped, and she stomped her foot in frustration. The zombie approaching was now only five feet away.
“Lina!”
“WHAT?” she roared, just as the door opened, revealing a middle aged couple.
“WHAT?” roared the man who answered the door, just as the zombie pounced on him. Me and Lina darted inside as another zombie approached from down the street, drawn by the noise. The man and woman screamed as they were attacked.
We headed for the kitchen.
Then I proceeded to watch Lina say “Jackpot!” as she found one of those bottled water squares as I heroically hid in the pantry.
LINA:
I’ll pick it up from here. So after watching my brother demonstrate to me the definition of cowardice, I looked around for somewhere to hide.
Tay may have been a complete scaredy-cat (Hey!) but he at least knew what self preservation was, unlike that couple from earlier.
The way I saw it, I had two options. Fight or flight, as the old saying goes. The couple that lived here had ultimately decided to go with the “freeze” option. Seeing how that didn’t go too well for them, I decided to not freeze.
My brother had gone for flight, and there was no way the pantry was going to fit two people.
I picked up a pair of scissors on the counter. My dog growled as two zombies lumbered into the room. Petey lunged forward and bit one of them on the leg, and I skewered it on the arm. The other zombie pressed me against the table, so I reached over and broke a vase over its head.
It growled and stumbled back, just as Tay flung open the door as hard as he could. “LINA! I’m coming to-” the door slammed into the zombie and blew open its fragile skull, its head exploding in a mix of flesh and brain.
“Oh geez!” he said. “I uh…I meant to do that!”
Two more walked in. They-*Bkkzzttt.*
(
T: ‘Errr…what was that?’
O: Parry! The milk must be destroying the machine!
O: What have you-
*Brkkkztt*)