DTZA
Not like the title didn't spoil it but there's zombies. Ainslie, our protagonist, is a Dream Team stan and finds herself fighting for her life alongside a certain someone. Sure he reminds her of someone but she can't quite put her finger on it...
Her legs were starting to hurt from being in the same place all night. She just didn't want to make any loud noises. Koby and Hoodie may as well get sleep. She pulled herself together and very quietly and cautiously opened her bag, pulling a t-shirt and pair of pants out.
She'd have to wear the same sweater, but it was definitely not her biggest problem seeing as there was a zombie apocalypse going on outside. She crept into the bathroom to get changed out of the pajamas that she'd been wearing since the night before the outbreak. She hadn't exactly had the time to even think about getting changed since then.
When she snuck back into the room warm morning light was shining through the window, only just missing the sleeping faces.
She was starting to get used to the gloves, they looked brown as dust particles floated past in the light. They tucked the pajamas into the already open pocket as she crouched.
She left that pocket open and opened another zipper, holding her thumbs either side of the zipper to try and dull the sound. Reluctantly, the girl grabbed a can of spaghetti. People had spaghetti for breakfast, this was perfectly normal.
The sun warmed her face, being the only part of her that was bare, with the scarf still around her neck and her canvas shoes back on. The corners of AInslie's mouth lifted, today was going to be a better day. At least the three of them knew what they were doing now.
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Although, the girl did wonder whether the group would stay at this house or if they'd keep going in the same direction. She would have to ask when the two of them woke up.
Ainslie walked into the kitchen, shivering as she stepped onto the frigid stone, and grabbed the mug she'd used the night before. It had dried soup around the inside, but she couldn't exactly wash it.
Only when she looked back at the can did she realise that she had no way of opening it. There wasn't a tab to pull on like the one that Hoodie opened to make the soup yesterday. The can made a dull noise as the tip of her finger slid across each of the ridges on the lid. She pulled open one draw, then the next, and another. Maybe they missed a can opener when searching the house?
Deep breaths. This was a stupid thing to panic over.
Ainslie set the mug back down, calmly.
She opened the front door, with a soft creak and stepped onto the porch, the wooden planks a welcome change from the stone. She had to squint against the rising sun, raising her arm to shield her face.
She felt like she was in a commercial as a giggle escaped her.
The dry grass still covered the area around the house, it would be impossible to find a rock out- Oh, there's one. She grabbed it and kneeled on the deck, laying the can on it's side. She held the can in place with one hand, and the rock in the other.
It took an embarrassing amount of hits before she set the can upright to stop the sauce from spilling onto the deck. Standing, she discarded the rock and stifled laughter as she stepped back into the kitchen.
