Perfectionism in Pink | A Zombies FanFiction

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The entire town was celebrating Seabrook's first championship win in the history of the school and Zed felt like his body was not in his own as he received multiple congratulations from various types of citizens.

Z-Park in Zombie Town had been decorated pink and green in celebration and there was music, food, and laughter in the air as the day was basically turned into a fair with the cheer team and football team in uniforms and lettermans, but Addison ensured that it was the players who received the praise.

Every now and again Zed would glance over across the park and watch Josephine and her dad talk to friends, family, and strangers greet them. Zed wanted to smile because Josephine still didn't know what to do with praise.

Josephine smiled awkwardly, taking a hand from her jacket's pockets to rub the back of her neck with a red face each time someone complimented her skills. She thanked them nervously and then her father behind her would proudly accept the praise and brag about his little girl's skills. Her mom was happily chatting away with other moms on a nearby picnic bench about her daughter's training regiment and dedication to the game.

Zed shook one more hand and sighed, feeling a little overwhelmed at the amount of socialization he had to do. His dad had found Addison's and Zoey played with her friend Willow on the play set, leaving him to find a picnic bench by himself.

But he was not alone for long.

The zombie looked over to see Willa quietly joining him almost hunching over the table. Her eyes were trained on the aliens who occupied a single picnic table almost awkwardly. A few of them sat down on it and others crowded around, but the odd part was none of them said a single word to each other.

"I don't trust them." Willa stated simply, never breaking her gaze even when Aspen caught her eyes and waved happily.

"...I don't know what to think of them." Zed replied hesitantly, while Aspen returned their attention to their own kind. He stuffed his hands into his letterman pockets even though the cold didn't really bother him that much anyways. "I don't think they're here purely for cheer." He admitted.

Willa let out a hum of agreement, her eyes flickering away from the aliens to Josephine trailing away from her father over to Alan who stood amongst his kind watching expectantly as the girl rolled her eyes at whatever weird insult he threw her way this time. Alan obnoxiously rubbed his shoulder in fake pain from the punch Josephine gave him and the two were quick to conversation.

"Jett seems to like them." Willa said pointedly, watching out of the corner of her eye as Zed winced at the statement. The wolf let out a mocking smirk. "What, that bother you, Z?"

Zed looked down at the old, wooden table and sighed. The table wasn't as nice as the ones in Seabrook. Maybe one day they could get tables that did have gouges and holes in them.

"Still upset that one of those Marge Simpson lookin' asses got the famous touch down?"

Traditionally, Seabrook tried to do everything in their power to ensure the team captain got the final touch down of the season such as with JG last year. It was a respect thing, an unspoken tradition that continued throughout the years that everyone just understood.

"11 seconds left on the clock, it's 29 to 26 with Hartseville in the lead! Can Seabrook make the final touchdown and win the game?!"

They had a plan, it was foolproof.

Zed had caught the ball at the snap and immediately looked to Josephine who signaled her clear, he threw the ball expertly and Josephine caught it in her chest. When the ball was in her hands, Zed raced forward with a clear shot to the final 10 yards and the defense was racing towards the girl in seconds as if she were going to make one of her famous rushing touch downs.