Perfectionism in Pink | A Zombies FanFiction

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There were aliens at school now and they were driving Josephine insane.

From constantly trying to talk to her to taking her records, Josephine was this close to actually killing one of them.

And by one of them she meant Alan.

The boy was falling her around near constantly when given the chance, asking her questions about Earth and her life, and when he got to football she snapped at him that he should figure it out himself.

She hadn't meant to join the fucking team!

The championship was postponed to two months from the original date, which gave Alan enough time to convince coach that he was needed on the team.

"T-that was amazing!" Coach had hollered out in awe as he watched the alien run back to the group with a grin. When Alan reached the group of football players, coach pointed at him and yelled out happily. "Welcome to the team, 23!"

The number made Josephine blanch, stepping forward whole staring at the coach with disbelief and shoving a finger rudely at Alan. "Him? 23? You have him a receiver number?!"

"You saw him Jett! The kid is faster than you!"

"It was not difficult." Alan said, smiling happily as Josephine's eyes narrowed onto him. "I could go faster if you would like. We could do a race and you can eat my dust-!"

Red and green filled Josephine's vision as she reached for the alien's throat, but Alan had already jumped back with a laugh. He dodged a few more grabs before shooting off with Josephine behind him. "This is what they call team building, yes?"

He was even sweating or panting, making Josephine's desire for his blood even stronger. Pausing for just a second to pant and catch her breath, she pointed over at the alien who had stopped a yard away with that damned smiled on his face. "I'm, h-ah, going find out if your blood, h-ah, is blue."

"You could just ask me instead of attempting to catch up to my speed." Alan suggested, taking a daring step closer even though Josephine hissed at him. "You are slower than I am by a considerable amount. Even if you could catch up with your unnaturally tall for a female human body you would be unable to catch me off guard with your lack of strength."

"Oh shit." Adrian said in disbelief next to a similarly mortified Zed and watched alongside the captain as Josephine let out an unnatural screech and began her chase once more. "He's even more looney than me."

He didn't want to look away, but after watching Jett fumble to the ground with a poorly aimed tackle, he looked over at the coach in concern. "Coach, I don't think having a new addition so late in the season is for morale..."

"Zed, you saw the kid! He memorized plays faster than I - well, you - can make them! He's got your scores and Jett's best by a landslide! With him there's no way we could lose the championship."

"Uh, we've doing just fine without him." Zed tried to ignore the pit in his stomach and the envy in his braid starting to fester unhealthily. Scratching his around his Z-band unconsciously, his eyes darted over to watch Josephine get juked terribly by Alan and wince. "Coach, hear me out-."

"No, Zed." Coach denied firmly with a hand up. "I took a chance on you and the wolves, why would it be fair to not extend the same to the aliens?"

He tried to fight it, he really did, but with that argumentative point Zed could not find any other reason to not have Alan on the team. The zombie's shoulders slumped forward in defeat, sighing heavily.

"Understood, Coach."

Josephine was insufferable there after, angrily stabbing her Mac n' Cheese with a fork and refusing to look at Zed who groaned beside her with his own bowl of Cauli n' Cheese.