Perfectionism in Pink | A Zombies FanFiction

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Part of being a receiver meant switching off to cornerback when necessary during games, such as whenever Dillion or Tommy were hurt. Josephine had no problem with the switch except for the fact that her tackles really did suck.

Tackling Adrian was easy, because she had no qualms with either of them getting hurt over it, plus it was more of a game with him even if she was screaming profanities. But being defense otherwise was not something Josephine Jackson was good at.

Offensively, Josephine fit perfectly.

She was smart, fit, and aggressive. While maybe she wasn't as aggressive as Wynter or the other wolves, Josephine was still a fighter and defender of her friends.

So when she stood in formation against the aliens she felt defensively offensive. Josephine glared from Zed's right while Addison contrasted on his left with eyes wide and a smile as bright as the sun. The human girls were night and day in their football and cheer outfits, and Zed stood as a fair mix between the two.

Josephine gave no other indication of what she felt in that moment other than distrust even when one of the male aliens looked at her and tried to give a friendly smile. Her lip curled up disgust as she imitated one of the angry sneers that she had watched Wyatt so many times before. The alien's smile dropped and he looked away quickly, she could almost see the thoughts passing through the hive-like aliens.

There was an intensity between the two groups that had everyone on edge, wondering what was going to happen next. Josephine clenched her fists and licked her lips, itching for something to happen. Because just standing and staring was torture. Was it wrong that she wanted a fight?

She wanted to punch something, or someone, so bad and this was the perfect opportunity to get her knuckles so wonderfully bruised. Josephine's fist clenched and created tiny half circles in the near of her palm, happily enjoying the pain from the severe grip.

Eventually one of them moved, taking a step forward towards the crowd of mixed species with an arm actively raising up. Everyone clenched back at the movement.

"We come-"

And the wolves flinched forward.

Josephine's eyes hardened as she watched the wolves get taken down too easily and quickly, immediately going forward with Adrian and a few other football players to join in fighting against the aliens. From the corner of his eyes, Zed watched his friend moved forward and reached out in a panic to grab her arm. "Jett, wait-!"

But she was too fast and without brain cells.

Like a bullet she was already over there like a mad woman on a mission, fists raised and mouth curled up in anger, as she took a swing towards the one who tried to disarm her moments ago with his fake smile.

The alien had the audacity to move his head to the side just a few inches to miss the punch and look at her with furrowed eyebrows - as if she were merely a dog to be studied - which just made Josephine angrier as she threw another punch with a grunt of frustration. This time the alien caught her wrist in front of him and shoved it up, inspecting the fist with wide eyes.

There was only one other person in the world - is it universe now? - that had ever made Josephine this angry and he was standing yards away, and that zombie had received his fair share of beatings because of it. With an angry huff, the receiver tried to punch with her other hand, but he grabbed the other wrist too, effectively binding her together in one hand.

He was strong. Way too strong and faster than her. And that scared Josephine more than any horror movie she'd have ever seen because she was the fastest person she knew.