Left 4 Dead Detention

Compromise

They walked into the restaurant. There was bloody hand prints on the door.

" Oh my god. Stewart look! It's the zombie, the one that attack us at work," Jasmine said as she pointed to the corpse.

" Your right! But that was all the way at Westfield. That's a good 20 minutes away. It must take hours by walking. "

The front door opened.

" Don't move ," a voice called out.

The three looked. The question came from a girl holding a shotgun. She was a small girl. She had black hair and blue eyes.

" Marty? Is that you," she asked lowering her gun.

" Sara?"

Sara put her gun on the table next to her.

" Marty it's so nice to see you," she said as she hugged him.

" You too. You look really different with your hair pulled back."

" Oh, right," Sara said as she pulled off her work hat and flung it across the restaurant. She then pulled out her hair tie and let her hair fall to her shoulder. Sara looked behind Marty to see Stewart and Jasmine.

" Hi, I'm Sara," she said as she held out her hand to shake.

" I'm Stewart."

" I'm Jasmine."

Stewart and Jasmine looked down at the body. A look of horror came onto Sara's face.

" It's not what you think, I can explain," she said.

" We understand," Stewart said.

" Understand? How do you understand murder," Sara said.

" I'll explain. Why don't you just sit down."

Stewart told her that what she killed wasn't a human, but a zombie. He told her that hours before Jasmine and him were attacked by the same zombie. If it were a real person it would have bled out in a matter of seconds. He also told her how they suspected that the Green Flu was the cause of the zombies. Lastly, Stewart told Sara about the Special Infected.

" Do you have any questions," Stewart asked.

Sara shook her head. She was still absorbing the information Stewart told her.

" I have a few for you," Stewart said, " What happened here?"

" I was closing the restaurant. All I had to do was clean the tables. So I went to the back room to get the disinfectant when I heard a loud bang, then the door open. I went out to what I thought was a customer when I was attacked. He almost got me but I killed him with the mop."

" Why didn't you just kill it with your shotgun," Jasmine asked from the back.

" I was being attacked by a monster. I was confused."

" Where did you get a shotgun," Stewart asked.

" My dad gave it to me for my birthday. I wasn't going to shoot you or anything. I had the safety on."

" Your dad gave you a shotgun for your birthday? Why didn't he just get you shoes or something," Jasmine asked

" My parents are gun nuts. Given the situation I think they'd be able to spare a few."

" Good. Now how do you know Marty," Stewart asked.

" Every August Marty runs a summer camp up at the school. I've been helping him since I was 16. Now that I answered a bunch of your questions, I have one for you, why are you here?"

" We came here to get food," Stewart said.

" Well you came to the unhealthiest place, unless you want the food grilled."

" Grill, I didn't know you even had a grill," Marty piped up from the back.

" Yeah, the patties the boss gets are loaded with fat and stuff. Frying it just has the patties swimming in fat. Grilling them has all the fat and oil drip off."

" Why don't you use the grill then," Marty asked.

" The boss says that it takes too long on the grill. The cook times are basically the same, you just have to cook slightly longer on the grill. And it's way more healthy for you."

" Could you cook some food for us," Stewart asked.

" If what you say is right and we are in a, zombie apocalypse," she scoffed with disbelief," then we're going to need to stock up on food, which I can make, and weapons and medical supplies, which my parents have."

" Are you saying you'll help us," Stewart asked.

" Yes, but under one condition."