ISISRAXTOSA: Nowhere To Run

Chapter Eleven: Pool Party

I stare out the window at the zombies in the park. It wasn't a pretty sight. The park was starting to look like a war zone. Not sure where they were coming from, but I sure wish they didn't stay there. It was creeping me out.

On the street, I could see a dog gnawing on a leg. That grossed me out.

The sun was going down. I wish the light of the city would start. Like that's going to happen. No electricity is being used anywhere. Well anywhere but this apartment. There are so many buildings and no lights on any of them.

I go to the kitchen and grab another chicken from the fridge. I love chicken, but this could get boring after a while. Cold chicken wasn't my favorite anyways. My sister enjoyed cold food, and Chicken was one of them. She also loved frozen pizza and cold chow mein.

If only there were a device that we could use to reheat things. I heard from my parents that there used to be something called the microwave. It used to cook lots of food fast. But it got outlawed back in 2084, way before I was born.

I went back in the bedroom with the chicken. Jill was again reading a book. If the book war and peace was here, I bet she would have read that too. I wonder what she was reading. I glance over at her. 'Nowhere To Go... But Here' by Natasa Jacobs. Hmm... I wonder what that story is about. I might have to read it sometime.

It was getting late, and I was getting tired. Nothing to do, but watch the emergency station on television. If only we could get the Internet working. We could get streaming to work. Shit! I forgot streaming might not work now that this zombie apocalypse has started. I guess cable wouldn't work, even at home, if it were still there.

I lay down on the bed and tried to get to sleep. We have a big day ahead.

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"Ew! Ew! Do we have to do this?" Jill cried. Mr. Sanders had a bucket of zombie's guts from killing one just this morning and was smearing it all over us.

"If you want to fight the zombies on the top level to get to the pool, you will have to," he explained while slapping it on.

"But it's disgusting and smells really bad," Jill complained.

"You're telling me," I said while holding my nose. "Don't forget, I have had it on longer than you. Besides, in episode two of The Walking Dead, Rick, and Glenn smearing themselves with zombie's guts as camouflage. This will work as well."

"I remember that, but didn't it start to rain, and it washed away?" Jill asked.

"I doubt it's going to rain indoors, silly. What's the worst that's going to happen?"

"The worst is, I will have to take a bath, before going swimming. What's the whole point in swimming then." Jill pouted. She almost barfed. "I definitely know I lost my appetite."

I giggled. Well I guess that means more chicken for me. She won't want to eat it. I sat down on the floor and watched Mr. Sanders put it on her. It was funny watching. She looked like she was going to be sick. Yes, it may be stinky, but I think it might work. Well, I hope it works. This may be the hardest challenge we have ever taken.

When I was in the mall, the zombies were farther away; I could kill them from a far distance. Sometimes one would get close to us, but it wasn't like it would be in a few minutes. That's why the camouflage better works. Talking about weapons, what would we use? We can't use our hands. This is not like Minecraft, where we can use a sword or our hands to attack. This was real life. We need a weapon.

"What are we going to use as weapons?" I asked Mr. Sanders."

"Don't worry about that, I have it all planned out," I said, putting the last touches on Jill. He then went into his apartment and grabbed a few things. He brought out two swords and handed one to me and one to Jill.