Blend (on hold)

chapter eight- a long walk to shelter

Danni just ran off to get some food for dinner. We figured that Margret wouldn’t be coming out for a little while and we are hungry, and want to eat. 

All of a sudden we hear a scream and a gun is fired. Cooper stands up super fast, and I’m not far behind him.

Danni comes sprinting back, panting.

“There here.”

My breath leaves me.

Cooper looks confused.

“Who’s here?”

We both look at him.

“Zombies.” we say in unison

His face then completely morphed into this scared/worried/what do I do kind of look.

I started scrambling towards the area where I keep the overalls that I wore on the way over here.

“I just saw one, as you probably heard.”

She takes the dress off of the zombie she just shot and throws it at Cooper.

“Put this on.”

Cooper looks at it in disgust, but obeys. I finish putting on my clothes and put the knife in my pocket. I turn over towards Cooper who has taken his shirt off, but doesn’t seem to want to take off his pants.

I laugh at him.

 “Here, Cooper,” I say, “Put the dress on over your pants.”

He does it, it covers the majority of his legs.

“Now take your pants off.”

He does, and stays completely covered. He looks relieved.

“Thanks” He mumbles.

I laugh, “No problem.”

I run over to the dead zombie and take out my knife. I cut it, and put some of the zombie blood on my arms and stuff. To my luck, because I was just bleeding, I have some blood on my hands and face already, so I don’t need to worry about cutting myself.

I look up and notice a zombie clambering through the now, open front door. I run up to it and stab it in the chest. It’s blood spurts out and sprays all over me. I gag, but I am lucky enough that it doesn’t get in my mouth.

“Cooper,” Danni says, “Do you still have blood on your hands from Alexa?” She asks.

Cooper looks down at his hands, which do still have my blood on them.

He nods.

“Good,” She says, “Alexa, can you hand me the knife. “

I glare at her and she rolls her eyes, “I promise I’ll give it back this time.”

I nod and toss it at her. She catches it at the handle, just like we had practiced doing oh so long ago.

She cuts her hand and wipes the fresh blood on her face and rubs it on her hands.

“Your lucky that you have Alexa’s blood on you.” She says to Cooper, “Than you don’t have to cut yourself. The cutting doesn’t hurt any more, but zombies are attracted to fresh wounds.” She says matter-a-factly, “That is why I cut my hands, they are overly callused, so they close easily and fast.”

She tosses me back the knife. She grabs the big hunting gun and pops the smaller gun, a pistol, into her pocket. Then she grabs the box of shells. She looks at it.

“Where running low.” She says.

I just nod.

She picks up the baseball bat. She hesitantly hands it to Cooper. The bat was always Margret’s. It makes me sad to think that she might not be coming with us.